Equius stared at himself in the mirror. He felt.. some sorta.. disappointment, hatred, disgust. He got mad. So, he punched the mirror. His blue blood stains his knuckles and mirror. He was shirtless and only wore boxers.

“What do you want Vriska.” He said, keeping his gaze down as his hands stayed on the desk.

Equius felt your hands on him “I'm not worth your time.”