[As much as Equius would enjoy that tender cheek caress, he has lost all patience with Karkat, and whirls on him, his horse half actually rearing up a little as he pivots on his hind legs.]
YOU! You disgusting, foul-mouthed, slathering, pathetic, repulsive example of all fairykind!
[He charges at him then, skidding to a stop mere inches away and positively looming.]
You make me sick. The sight of you is the equivalent of a killing frost in my heart, something that sucks away all that is good and right and proper in the world. Would that I could, I would pierce you straight through with one of my arrows, but you curse me by holding me in your thrall, too awful and horrible for me to look away. I find myself compelled to watch you and insert myself in your life, if only because I cannot fathom you getting any worse or more repugnant in my eyes.
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YOU! You disgusting, foul-mouthed, slathering, pathetic, repulsive example of all fairykind!
[He charges at him then, skidding to a stop mere inches away and positively looming.]
You make me sick. The sight of you is the equivalent of a killing frost in my heart, something that sucks away all that is good and right and proper in the world. Would that I could, I would pierce you straight through with one of my arrows, but you curse me by holding me in your thrall, too awful and horrible for me to look away. I find myself compelled to watch you and insert myself in your life, if only because I cannot fathom you getting any worse or more repugnant in my eyes.
[Centaurs know how to flirt.]