[Another wave of the wand, or maybe it's more of a sharp jab, and the glamour breaks, almost literally. The image of Karkat-as-a-girl cracks and splinters apart, revealing one pissed off dude in a dress in its place.]
Can I have nothing go right this week? Not one single thing? Or am I fated, destined, nay, fucking cursed to explore the feminine side I do not particularly want? I get mocked enough for my investment in romance already, chick flicks they call them, but no, never enough. I need a dress and frills and a magical set of boobs before the cruel, merciless gods of my existence will be satisfied!
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[Another wave of the wand, or maybe it's more of a sharp jab, and the glamour breaks, almost literally. The image of Karkat-as-a-girl cracks and splinters apart, revealing one pissed off dude in a dress in its place.]
Can I have nothing go right this week? Not one single thing? Or am I fated, destined, nay, fucking cursed to explore the feminine side I do not particularly want? I get mocked enough for my investment in romance already, chick flicks they call them, but no, never enough. I need a dress and frills and a magical set of boobs before the cruel, merciless gods of my existence will be satisfied!