♋ 18th Memo [Action; Early Night.]

[beepbeepmeeow]

[It had been awhile since he had gone outside. Thinking about it now, he concluded the last time he was out and about was when the town was infested with zombies. Though the cold air had drawn his attention. The white frozen earth water had been falling for a few days now and finally his curiosity had gotten the better of him

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[badatmyjob]

[Lukas is out for a walk, enjoying himself, when he comes across Karkat and his snow... man? He's not sure. He cocks his head, trying to figure it out.]

Hmm? Whatcha making?

[beepbeepmeeow]

[At the noise he turns at a pivot to glance up at the visitor. He recognizes the demon instantly and doesn't seem to care much about his presence.]

It's a flying rocket propelled frost weasel.

[That was a lie, as well as sarcasm.]

[badatmyjob]

You'll need bigger rockets, then.

[That was also sarcasm.]

[beepbeepmeeow]

You're right go find me some. Let me draw you a treasure map and you can go get lost in your own consciousness while I stand here and be productive. Also keep to myself.

[badatmyjob]

You call this being productive?

[beepbeepmeeow]

I have created this. [He gestures to the snow monster beside him.]

And you have nothing. I have productivity flowing from my pores.

[badatmyjob]

Hey! I'm in the midst of building a sweet snow fort. I just... kinda ran outta snow and have to lug over some more.