[first level]

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat is proud of himself

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[smoothangel]

[Some weird-looking human(?) walks past.

Stops. Stares. Hmmn, another one of those not-quite-humans, huh? Like Terezi, but...louder. Yeah!

And he's getting in a fight with a fishing pole and losing. Aw well, hold on, let Armaros get over there and untangle the line. It shouldn't be that difficult if Karkat holds still for one second.]

[inflictedknight]

Who are you?

[A stranger being in his personal bubble without introducing himself certainly makes him panic. He is most definitely not holding still.]

[smoothangel]

[Okay, okay, he can take a hint. Armaros lets go and takes a couple of steps back, holding up his hands. And then...

And then, instead of talking, he takes out a notepad, flips to a certain point on it, and shows Karkat a page. It just says Armaros, but it looks like it's supposed to be a name.]

[inflictedknight]

Can't you fucking talk?

[He seems irritated, but at least he isn't struggling anymore.]

[smoothangel]

[He lowers the notepad and shakes his head. Apparently not.

But then he holds out his hand again, gesturing to that pole. Let him get it off your arm, at least.]

[inflictedknight]

[He calms down and lets him help. It isn't ideal, but it'll be good enough for now.]

[smoothangel]

[Good, because with him, it's a simple matter of relaxing the line and slipping it off. Armaros is now holding the pole like one would normally hold a fishing pole, though he is giving the shirt at the end of it a weird look.

Seems like he actually knows what this is.]