Who:
allies,
foretolds and
sm00chmylisp.
Where: espoir.
Style: first.
Status: closed.
[ more chances for time shenanigans to pop up, great. karkat walks down the street with anxiety curling in his stomach, a feeling he's almost accustomed to now. the timeline shit is getting to him-he doesn't remember a thing about this place, despite what others seem to be saying. each meeting is just another opportunity to be informed of something that allegedly happened. something that may as well have happened to someone entirely different, because there's no recollection in his head. not even the in the vague deja vu kind of sense. it's just words people are expecting him to accept.
by the way, you already had a house here.
by the way, we're already friends.
by the way, you're in a black relationship with someone you're having a hard time standing.
that last one is a really cherry topper, don't get him wrong.
so, he's got a right to be nervous, on the way to meeting someone he's been calling his best friend for god knows how long. best friends tell each other everything, right? god knows what kinds of thinks the other karkat went blabbing about. at this point, current-karkat wouldn't be surprised if sollux told him they were fully-flushed matesprits. (he would, really, but he likes to think he wouldn't be.) ]