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[sugarhighkind]

[A hyperactive thirteen year old bounces around his room, his communicator dutifully broadcasting his every movement to the entire mansion. He is hopped up on sugar and cannot seem to keep still for even a moment. Every pass in front of the camera is accompanied by a sound that goes something like this:]

EEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE

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[bleeds_red]

egbert.
the thing that you need is definitely not cake.

[TEXT FOREVER]

[sugarhighkind]

ARE YOU SURE?

BECAUSE I'M FEELING LIKE SOME MOTHERFUCKING CAKE RIGHT NOW.

[bleeds_red]

i'm more than sure.

[sugarhighkind]

KARKLES I THINK YOU'RE A BIT OF A KILLJOY.

YOU SHOULD EAT MORE CAKE.

[bleeds_red]

and you should never, ever call me "karkle"s again.

[sugarhighkind]

BUT IT'S MY PET NAME FOR YOU.

HOW ARE WE TO BE BOYFRIENDS IF YOU DO NOT LET ME CALL YOU PET NAMES?

[bleeds_red]

i'm not entirely sure what a boyfriend is.
but i doubt it's something i want or have the time to b.

[sugarhighkind]

YOU WANT IT. TRUST ME.

[bleeds_red]

the fact that you say that makes me even more certain that i don't.

[sugarhighkind]

KARKAT.

KARKAT, I THINK YOU ARE MISTAKEN.

[bleeds_red]

i don't even know what you're talking about, and i know i'm not.

[sugarhighkind]

YOU'LL CHANGE YOUR TUNE ONCE THE SLOPPY MAKEOUTS START.

[bleeds_red]

egbert. there will be no sloppy makeouts of any sort.
i don't have time for that kind of shit.

[sugarhighkind]

GOSH.

YOU SOUND ~IMPORTANT~.

[bleeds_red]

i am.

[sugarhighkind]

I LIKE IMPORTANT GUYS.

JUST SAYING.

WINKWINK.