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[bethehugejerk]

Who: Karkat Vantas and whoever!
Where: All across Vatheon.
When: Anytime during the week.
Style: Action please!
Status: Open.

[A curse that makes you say the truth no matter what you want is not exactly Karkat's idea of a fun time. He's not much a liar, no, and his worst secret isn't so secret around Vatheon anymore, but that's not the point. What's the point of being open if it's forced from you? And as outwardly prickly a guy as he is, he doesn't want his squishy inside exposed at will.]

[Unfortunately, as is true for every curse, life doesn't stop just because you're inconvenienced. There are groceries to get, his job at a video store to do, the coral to visit, and his usual sickle practice in the park. He tries to avoid people if he can, oh yes, but there's only so much he can do. Even if he evades them outside the hive, he can't exactly send mental waves to stop them from coming to visit him at home, if that's their prerogative. Ultimately, he's bound to run into more annoyance than he'd like. But what else is new?]

(OOC: This is pretty standard! Pick a place to meet him, and feel free to note a specific day if you have one in mind, though the second probably isn't too necessary. If there's any problem I'll let you know.)

Comments

[spacecase]

...'Course it has, because I do not give a fuck. Karkat is Karkat to me, cute little horn nubs and all. Yeah I know, this doesn't mean shit in the long run because troll culture is fucked up, but you know what, we are here now so my fucks are officially gone.

[A pause and a very slow eyebrow raise.]

I wish people would scratch my ears more often.

[Brilliant commentary from the genius over here.]

[bethehugejerk]

My point is still valid.

[Pretty weak response, but true nonetheless. It's the latter response of hers that gets a long look.]

... The last time I scratched someone's ears, it was for an actual dog. Granted, that dog was also an I-actually-believe-in-this-one goddess.

[A pause, then he lifts his hand - the one not carrying groceries - slowly.]

Do you... want me to...?

[This is so dumb, he is dumb, everything feels like a conglomeration of gelatinous, congealed stupidity and here they are, stuck in it in a prime example of reality's most ill-thought jello mold.]

[bethehugejerk]

Oh. Boring.

[The word kind of slips out before he can stop it, but he doesn't care much once it has.]

Good luck with that venture, I guess.

[goodnightsweetprince]

[ He is. He may be a gumwad but he's not a jerkwad! ]

Perhaps another time, Bubba.

Perhaps another.

Time.

[ He just watches Karkat turn around to leave. Cue musical background music. ]

[spacecase]

Ummmm...if you want to, I would not mind if you did.

[Wow Karkat, way to be the cute friend.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Well. He coughs, as though clearing his voice, then reaches his hand the rest of the way. Scritch scritch. His nails are kept short enough that they shouldn't be a problem.]

[Still feeling like that jello mold, but at least they're in it together.]

[spacecase]

[At least, because dang ear-scratches feel good.]

Good Karkat, best trollfriend.

[bethehugejerk]

[He gives her a flat look, because that sounds even dumber. Still, he scritches at her ears a good moment before he pulls his hand back.]

What's it like being part dog, anyway?

[bethehugejerk]

[For Gumball's trouble, he gets a raise middle finger waved backwards as Karkat keeps on walking.]

And don't call me Bubba, jackass!

[spacecase]

What's it like? Uhhh...it's like...being hyperaware of everything at once and either loving it or wanting to chew it up. Also every single thing is really smelly to you but somehow you do not mind most of the smells. You start to be able to know who's who by smell, too. It's not so bad except for the things I can't control so easily--like wanting to fetch stuff that's been thrown--and sounds are a lot louder as well.

My teeth are getting sharper, too, I've noticed.

1/2

[goodnightsweetprince]

[ WHAT IS THIS OBSCENE GESTURE SO UNFATHOMED AND UNNECESSARY!! ]

[goodnightsweetprince]

Honestly! You try and be polite.

And I wasn't calling you that, I know your über disdain for all names that aren't the purest and most nude form of your own. That happens to be my name.

[ex_knowledge575]

Yeah cheers. [ Annabeth says it a little sarcastically, but with no malice. At least you always knew where you stood with Karkat. ]

What do you do for fun then?

[bethehugejerk]

And it's a stupid name!

[He stops waving the finger, but is still storming off. Not today, Bubba. Not today.]

[goodnightsweetprince]

It is a strong and royal name, regal in my family! You--you rude troll! At least my name isn't the compound word of two unrelated nouns!

[ He does science, not English. Whatever. ]

[bethehugejerk]

Why does everyone ask me that?

[Sigh. But at least she didn't ask it like she doubts he knows the concept.]

Movies, sickle practice, books, games, coding viruses, chatting with the assholes I deign to call my friends, looking after chocobos, going on walks. That enough?

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat stops and turns to face him, finally, though it still means yelling from down the street.]

It's a perfectly respectable troll name and it's not a compound of anything! You don't know a single word of Alternian, you squealing ignorance factory!

[bethehugejerk]

Makes me think of that time I was a cat.

[He'll start walking again, slowly, to see if she'll follow. They haven't reached his hive yet.]

Except that was a whole transformation instead of just getting the ears. You never miss hands until you don't have them, and that's happened to me twice now.

[spacecase]

Dude, why does the universe have it out for you with the cat comparisons? I feel like there has been some sort of allusion involving you and cats before.

[goodnightsweetprince]

[ Gumball is about to initiate in the Ultimate Yelling Down the Street Battle when he suddenly gets excited about being involved in such a raw and primitive troll ritual. Though he has already insulted Karkat's name, apparently, he doesn't want to also insult his customs when it comes to, what he assumes to be, a sacred tradition.

Is it an insult to not know a language?

WELL. Gumball is prepared. ]

Du sprichst kein Deutsch!

[ex_knowledge575]

Heh. That's plenty. I mainly asked because I consider architecture fun but I have no clue what else there is to do around here.

[ No Annabeth would never doubt that. Everyone's got a hobby. Even perpetually angry people. ]

...you code viruses?

[bethehugejerk]

There was the time I got stuck with a cat-eared hat that made me act like one.

[He rubs his free palm across his face.]

I don't even know why. My lusus was a crab monster, even your earth Cancer zodiac is associated with crabs, yet here I am getting compared to cats. My ancestor is the one who hooked up with a Leijon, not me, and yet he never got this treatment as far as I know.

[bethehugejerk]

[He tilts his head a bit.]

And still it fails to strike me why it would be, but knock yourself out if it's what you like.

Yeah, I code them. What about it?

[bethehugejerk]

[Wrong, sort of! Karkat knows precisely one word of German: schadenfreude. Unfortunately that's not enough to understand what Gumball just shouted at him.]

[So he shouts something back in Alternian, harsh and doubtlessly obscene.]

[goodnightsweetprince]

[ Gumball can tell these are harsh and offensive words.

And he is offended.

He can just stand there being scandalized and he might even crap his pants. ]