Peridot had opened her mouth to start apologizing pretty much as soon as Lapis's gem had started to glow, but now the words are caught in her throat. She just sits there making awkward creaking sounds for a solid 15 seconds, unsure how to approach this.
"Y...es...." She lies, at last. Badly. But she knows that's what Lapis wants to hear and she really doesn't want her running off to go break more shit out in the carnival. "This is my trailer," she adds, deflecting. "It's sort of my... Home Away from our Home Away from Homeworld."
Try saying that three times fast.
That said, the sense of decoration in here really isn't dissimilar from the barn. Plenty of Peridot's 'morps' are littered about, perched in various inconvenient and precarious locations. The main difference here is that, rather than being made out of the kind of junk you'd find in someone's garage, the pieces here are largely made out of shitty old carnival prizes and broken ride parts.
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"Y...es...." She lies, at last. Badly. But she knows that's what Lapis wants to hear and she really doesn't want her running off to go break more shit out in the carnival. "This is my trailer," she adds, deflecting. "It's sort of my... Home Away from our Home Away from Homeworld."
Try saying that three times fast.
That said, the sense of decoration in here really isn't dissimilar from the barn. Plenty of Peridot's 'morps' are littered about, perched in various inconvenient and precarious locations. The main difference here is that, rather than being made out of the kind of junk you'd find in someone's garage, the pieces here are largely made out of shitty old carnival prizes and broken ride parts.