[Peridot freezes in place, mid-run, as she processes the utter audacity that is Lapis right now. Her cheeks flush indigo and, after a moment, she finally manages to get both feet on the ground, and pivot to face her.]
That was.... smooth. [Heck yes, it was, but what ABOUT THIS. She slaps her own post-it note on Lapis's forehead, and it is not nearly as smooth, but SHE WILL NOT BE OUTDONE.] Ha! And now we're at an impasse.
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That was.... smooth. [Heck yes, it was, but what ABOUT THIS. She slaps her own post-it note on Lapis's forehead, and it is not nearly as smooth, but SHE WILL NOT BE OUTDONE.] Ha! And now we're at an impasse.