I SWEAR TO FUCK. IF ANY ONE OF YOU START ANYTHING TODAY. I AM GOING TO DO ONE OF TWO THINGS. I AM GOING TO ABSOLUTELY WRECK SOMEONE'S SHIT. OR I AM GOING TO PLAY A FRIENDLY GAME OF MAKE-BELIEVE. AND GUESS WHAT? I'M ALL OUT OF IMAGINATION.
[Damn, is this kid sunshine and rainbows or what? Jr. is seriously beginning to doubt Karkat ever wakes up on the right side of the bed. Sighing, the redhead cards his fingers through his hair and attempts to clamp down on his natural gut instinct to reach out and ask what’s up. Thing is…and sure, he may not know the guy well, but…he gets this distinct feeling that the troll probably won’t appreciate his concern. Still, Jr. can’t not do something. How to go about this without setting the living troll bomb off?
Suddenly, he remembers that sharp grin of Karkat’s during their discussion on combatting the fae. Shrugging, he decides it’s worth a shot and switches his communicator to text mode.]
Yo. If you need to let off some steam, I’m up for sparring anytime.
[Karkat is always awake, Jr. He never goes to sleep - it's part of the problem, actually. Of course, he's always grumpy, but a rest in sopor slime would make him considerably less stressed.
The idea of a fight tickles him. He responds eagerly.]
YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH A THRESHECUTIONER? JUST NAME THE TIME AND PLACE, MEATBAG.
[His ice-fishing trip with Yenyoji had, to some extent, calmed him down a little. Yenyoji was surprisingly good at that. She was weirdly engaging to him in the same way John and Gamzee were: she infuriated him, but he would miss her company if she went. Not at he missed Egbert or that clown asshole remotely. If he saw them again, he'd beat the living hell out of them.
Which, he had to admit, he was looking forward to very much with Jr. The month without sleeping in sopor slime was doing bad things to the troll's subconscious. It was even beginning to creep into his conscious mind. Whenever he closed his eyes for longer than it took to blink, the flashes of blood and carnage which leapt across his vision were getting bigger and harder to ignore. He wanted to hurt something and hurt it badly.
He was carrying both the Regisickle and the trusty Clawsickle when he approached Jr. at the docks. No point dicking around with his sylladex during a fight, after all.
He gave the human a grin. It wasn't a particularly happy looking grin.Nice to
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Did you make a post all by yourself this time..?
[ You keep impressing, unicorn. You keep impressing. ]
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FUCK OFF.
FUCKING FUCK YOU.
YOU PERSISTENT PIECE OF SHIT.
AUGH.
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AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.
[You know what that unicorn is doing right now... yes you do...]
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[Not that he was invited at any point, but MAYBE TROLLS LIKE ICE FISHING.]
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Why the fuck would I want to go ice fishing.
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First, it means getting prime pick of the food you catch. Second, my version of ice fishing is way more fun. Maybe it'll cheer you up.
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Fine.
But if this is shit, I'm going to break your fucking legs.
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Suddenly, he remembers that sharp grin of Karkat’s during their discussion on combatting the fae. Shrugging, he decides it’s worth a shot and switches his communicator to text mode.]
Yo. If you need to let off some steam, I’m up for sparring anytime.
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The idea of a fight tickles him. He responds eagerly.]
YOU WANT TO FIGHT WITH A THRESHECUTIONER?
JUST NAME THE TIME AND PLACE, MEATBAG.
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Threshecutioner? Heh, this might actually get interesting.
The docks in fifteen minutes. Come prepared to get your ass handed to you.
[With that, the redhead slides his comm unit into his belt and heads for the designated location.]
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Which, he had to admit, he was looking forward to very much with Jr. The month without sleeping in sopor slime was doing bad things to the troll's subconscious. It was even beginning to creep into his conscious mind. Whenever he closed his eyes for longer than it took to blink, the flashes of blood and carnage which leapt across his vision were getting bigger and harder to ignore. He wanted to hurt something and hurt it badly.
He was carrying both the Regisickle and the trusty Clawsickle when he approached Jr. at the docks. No point dicking around with his sylladex during a fight, after all.
He gave the human a grin. It wasn't a particularly happy looking grin.Nice to ( ... )
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