Karkat had exchanged curt nods with Strider and shaken Tav's hand, and that seemed like enough of a "see ya" for everyone involved. Now he slouched against Ca-- against John's stupidly-named van and lit a cigarette, hoping to actually get a chance to finish this one. There was hope, since John was taking his sweet time saying goodbye, and as much ( Read more... )

[It was early afternoon when he came home, which was actually sort of unusual. Unfortunately it was unusual in the sense of he had been at work since last night until the early afternoon without sleeping in between, as opposed to him just coming home early ( Read more... )

He had been avoiding her for long enough now that even Aradia had noticed. She had tried to pull him aside, to talk to him, with those huge maroon eyes of hers and that concerned pout when he brushed past her. He was a bundle of nerves and tense energy, and he just sort of couldn't stop moving. Even Sollux seemed vaguely concerned, which irritated ( Read more... )

He really only remembered screaming ( Read more... )

The entire morning, Karkat had been both attempting to figure out how to drown himself in the horrible coffee in the precinct's break room, and how best to go about punching his surrogate father figure in the face for putting him there. He wasn't picky about his coffee, only that it tasted like coffee, which this crap didn't. It tasted like stale ( Read more... )