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"Sollux!"
Nepeta's voice echoed through the hallway that you had just turned down, and you stop for a second so she could catch up. She does, and after catching her breath, spoke.
"Sollux, can you do your psionic thing, please?"
You frown at her. "Nepeta, it'th not thomething to be taken lightly and uthed for fun."
"Please, Sollux?" She begs. "Just a tiny spark, purrretty please?"
You pause for a moment, taking in her large pleading eyes and quivering lower lip. The very picture of adorable sadness. "Fine," you sigh, bringing up sparks of red and blue to dance between your fingertips. She studies them intently.
"Umm, Nepeta?" You try, letting the power die. She gives you a beaming smile.
"Thanks, Sollux!" She yells as she turns and races down the corridor.
"But-" you call out, but she is already gone. "What did she need to thee it for?" You murmur to yourself.
You shrug. Whatever the reason, she is long gone now. You'll just have to track her down and ask her later.
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In the long boring time that followed, You really couldn't push the matter out of your mind.
You had returned to the lab, listened to Karkat rant, talked to Feferi for a while, and fixed Vriska's computer, not once, not twice, but three separate times. You are pretty sure she was blowing up pieces inside on purpose, just to call you over and waste more of your time.
You sigh and look toward the door, wondering yet again why Nepeta had been so insistent on seeing your psionic powers.
Finally, someone taps you on your shoulder.
"What do you want," you ask, turning around to see Terezi standing there, red glasses glinting.
"The smell of your curiosity is overwhelming, even from across the room," she complains. "Whatever the heck it is, just go already. I can hardly smell anything except you." Having said her piece, she turns around and saunters back to her computer.
You just sigh again, frustrated this time. Making a decision, you get up and looked around (yeah, like they'd actually try to stop you), before leaving the room, entering once again the hallway where you had last seen the possibly-slightly autistic cat girl.
Ambling slowly, you take no real interest in your path, only stopping to check inside random rooms to see if she was there. Finally, you hear sounds coming from a cracked doorway.
Cautiously you approach, not knowing what to expect, until finally you can peek through the door. And what you can see amazes you.
Every wall you can see is covered in red and blue.
A rose, left forgotten on the side of a stream. Sunset fading into a darkening sky. Simple splashes that mixed to form a splotchy purple. The walls were coated, and you can see Nepeta on top of a box, working on two charged bolts of lightning, both different colors and neither truly natural.
You suppose you had gasped, because the next thing you know, Nepeta's right by you, biting her lip and looking anxious.
You turn toward her and say, quite honestly, "Thith ith beautiful, Nepeta."
Her cheeks flush olive and she mumbles something that sounds an awful lot like "It's not THAT good..." but you just shake your head.
"It'th amathing, Nepeta. You are really good at thith."
She glances back toward the colors on the wall. "Well, you pawsitively can't have great art without having great inspurrration." She grins, and you smile.
"You know, I've heard that it'th the artist, and not the thubject of the art, Nepeta." You say, and she smiles. You glance back around the room and smirk.
"But having inthpiration like me doethn't hurt."
She laughs and then pushes you out, saying something about having to finish it, but in the days afterwards, when she has moved on to other rooms, you come back and sit in this room and marvel at the beauty made with something as simple as two colors.