sEVEN,

[bullsit]

Hi, Mayfield, uh, it is me, as in Tavros, to get that put over the line, where everyone now knows it

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[crusthatecean]

[...Oh, what is this? Is this the sound of complicated romantic entanglements (that don't happen to currently involve him)?

Yes Karkat is responding to this so quickly.]

Shit. What the hell did you do?

[bullsit]

Something, in retrospect, that Rufio would probably have have been ashamed to even know me for, because it was, uh, that bad of an idea.

[crusthatecean]

He's not actually real, so he doesn't have an opinion on you.

Do you want to talk?

[bullsit]

. . . Yeah, uh, okay.

But, give me a minute, because I have to go, hunch over the load gaper, sorry.

[crusthatecean]

That's disgusting.

I'm waiting.

[bullsit]

[he scampers off and about five minutes later picks up the audio hook again!]

Hey, it's me, Tavros. Not the other Tavros, but the one, who was talking to you a minute ago, not that other Tavros, is in Mayfield, but yeah.

[crusthatecean]

What the fuck are you talking about? Other Tavros?

[bullsit]

. . . Uh, you don't remember, the conversation where, you told me that I was eaten by horror terrors, and also that it would be a good idea, to write poetry to Jade?

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[crusthatecean]

I'm continually just astounded and impressed with the sheer number of outstanding achievements in stupidity our little group has wracked up. Of course I never--

[crusthatecean]

Oh.

Fuck.

Was this the week of all the milk stuff?

[bullsit]

I think so, uh, why?

I mean, you seemed a little sick, but then you started saying normal things again, except for maybe being enthusiastic about poetry, which you normally are not.

[crusthatecean]

I was not normal, Tavros. I was drinking the milk. My sanity was temporarily being held hostage by deadly bands of roving dairy products.

I can't even begin to remember most of what I said or did that day, but it was still one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.

Please fucking disregard whatever I said to you.

[bullsit]

Well, you said good things, as in, good advice, except for maybe the part where you suggested, I confess to the person I am experiencing red feelings for, with some ill rhymes, and so I did, then she rejected me, and now I kind of want to maybe die, but not in a painful way, like my digestion sack exploding.

[crusthatecean]

Shit.

I'm really sorry about that. But you had to know ill rhymes based confession wouldn't be something I'd ever advise.

[bullsit]

. . . Well, uh, I was going to do it anyway, so I guess it doesn't really matter, what you said, sorry, about that.

[crusthatecean]

I take it it didn't go well?