VIDEO/ACTION FOR SHOUICHI'S HOUSEMATES
[ OOC: Karkat's lines are in his text color, just to make it easier!! Shouichi's are in the yellow!! We realize the layout doesn't really change colors, but just the language should be the indication of who is saying what AHAHA]
[ The feed magically clicks on to show two boys (well, one of them is a troll) huddled at a desk, attempting to figure out how to open the communicator. The video is fuzzy, at best, but the audio is pretty good. The room, you notice, is at complete disarray, with papers, tools and various other things that Shouichi's tried to imagine up, only to have it blow up in his face...]
So, do you honestly think you can get it apart like that? [ It's Shouichi's voice, with an added amount of disbelief added onto it. ]
[Karkat's face, though blurred and fuzzy is the closest and most clear. He's scowling at the screen, teeth bared and there's a faint, but indistinctive twitch to his eyebrow. ]
Maybe. Stop fucking nagging me like a cluck-beast lusus and do something useful, fuck.
[ Rolling his eyes, Shouichi picked up a paper and looked at it. ]
Judging by my calculations, it should open up at the clasp, right here... [ he points to it, then looks at Karkat again ]
By the way...exactly how old are you?
[He grunts, chew his bottom lip thoughtfully and the screen distorts and Karkat seemingly goes sideways. In reality, he's turned the device onto it's side and is peering closely at the latch, squinting. ]
Huh? I'm six. Can you pass me a screwdriver?
[ Shouichi's face is indescribable as he hands him the screwdriver. Six? Really? He mouths to himself. This troll doesn't look six. Suddenly, there is a small pop and Shouichi pales. ]
Karkat, stop, I think something's wrong...
[ He sneers, and proceeds to unscrew the latch anyway.]
Shut up, I know what I'm doing.
Karkat, I'm serious st---
[ The feed is cut short because right when the latch was undone, the whole communicator blew up in a magical, glittery explosion. We come back to Shouichi, a few minutes later to a different video feed from a different point in the room from Karkat's communicator and looking very angry and VERY GLITTERY. ]
You idiot. I-I told you to stop!
[ Let the mun note that Shouichi's squeaky puberty voice is in full force.]
[Karkat stares. And stares and then he turns to scowl, though the effect is ruined on account of being covered in glitter.
All over his face, his hair - falling off his shoulders. ]
What am I covered in? What the fuck is this shimmering bullshit on my face?
It's glitter, it's what comes out of the communicators when we open them, and not a viable source of technology to make the stupid thing work!
[ Shouichi notices the feed is on and slams the communicator shut, embarrassed to be covered all over in purple glitter (Karkat's is red), but not before saying ]
You blew up my communicator!
[ The feed magically clicks on to show two boys (well, one of them is a troll) huddled at a desk, attempting to figure out how to open the communicator. The video is fuzzy, at best, but the audio is pretty good. The room, you notice, is at complete disarray, with papers, tools and various other things that Shouichi's tried to imagine up, only to have it blow up in his face...]
So, do you honestly think you can get it apart like that? [ It's Shouichi's voice, with an added amount of disbelief added onto it. ]
[Karkat's face, though blurred and fuzzy is the closest and most clear. He's scowling at the screen, teeth bared and there's a faint, but indistinctive twitch to his eyebrow. ]
Maybe. Stop fucking nagging me like a cluck-beast lusus and do something useful, fuck.
[ Rolling his eyes, Shouichi picked up a paper and looked at it. ]
Judging by my calculations, it should open up at the clasp, right here... [ he points to it, then looks at Karkat again ]
By the way...exactly how old are you?
[He grunts, chew his bottom lip thoughtfully and the screen distorts and Karkat seemingly goes sideways. In reality, he's turned the device onto it's side and is peering closely at the latch, squinting. ]
Huh? I'm six. Can you pass me a screwdriver?
[ Shouichi's face is indescribable as he hands him the screwdriver. Six? Really? He mouths to himself. This troll doesn't look six. Suddenly, there is a small pop and Shouichi pales. ]
Karkat, stop, I think something's wrong...
[ He sneers, and proceeds to unscrew the latch anyway.]
Shut up, I know what I'm doing.
Karkat, I'm serious st---
[ The feed is cut short because right when the latch was undone, the whole communicator blew up in a magical, glittery explosion. We come back to Shouichi, a few minutes later to a different video feed from a different point in the room from Karkat's communicator and looking very angry and VERY GLITTERY. ]
You idiot. I-I told you to stop!
[ Let the mun note that Shouichi's squeaky puberty voice is in full force.]
[Karkat stares. And stares and then he turns to scowl, though the effect is ruined on account of being covered in glitter.
All over his face, his hair - falling off his shoulders. ]
What am I covered in? What the fuck is this shimmering bullshit on my face?
It's glitter, it's what comes out of the communicators when we open them, and not a viable source of technology to make the stupid thing work!
[ Shouichi notices the feed is on and slams the communicator shut, embarrassed to be covered all over in purple glitter (Karkat's is red), but not before saying ]
You blew up my communicator!