[first level]

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat is proud of himself

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[hellismyself]

[Daria would recognize that vocal expletive anywhere.]

Um ... Karkat?

[inflictedknight]

Son of a bitch!

[Karkat gives another yank and he just ends up more tangled in the wire. If he hadn't trained himself to not blush a long time ago, his face would be pure cherry red in embarrassment as he notices his friend approaching.]

Hey.

[He tries to look like he's doing this on purpose. Look casual, Vantas.]

[hellismyself]

[Must speak ... can't speak ... Oh, Daria wonders why she thought saying anything was ever a good idea.]

... Hey.

[inflictedknight]

How does this thing work.

[It's hard to tell whether Karkat is honestly asking. That's the point. He wants to be able to play it off if she makes fun of him over it.]

[hellismyself]

Um ... what are you trying to do with it?

[inflictedknight]

I'm trying to get it off!

[hellismyself]

Did you ... want some help?