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Who: allies, foretolds
Where: inside first, then eventually the rooftop of their very bedraggled looking home.
Style: first.
Status: closed.
[ here begins a very awkward conversation.
they stopped talking days ago, instead attempting to telepathically send their thoughts to the other through passive-aggressive glances. it didn't work out as well as either of them had hoped, but it was to be expected. because that was a stupid idea and neither of them had expected it to work anyway.
karkat spends most of his time locked in his room, avoiding any face-to-face contact at all. he doesn't deal well with conflict; he'd rather just pretend that everything is a-okay than even attempt to deal with that. and you know, he probably would have stayed there, alone in his room, if the water hadn't already risen up to his waist. he can't swim, so the thought of it getting any higher is worrying.
he needs to get out of the house, but...
he wouldn't dare evacuate without terezi. so, he wades out of his room, over to hers to rap his knuckles on her door. this'll be awkward as fuck, he knows, but he's not going to abandon her.
in a flat voice, he calls through the door. ] Hey, we need to leave.
Where: inside first, then eventually the rooftop of their very bedraggled looking home.
Style: first.
Status: closed.
[ here begins a very awkward conversation.
they stopped talking days ago, instead attempting to telepathically send their thoughts to the other through passive-aggressive glances. it didn't work out as well as either of them had hoped, but it was to be expected. because that was a stupid idea and neither of them had expected it to work anyway.
karkat spends most of his time locked in his room, avoiding any face-to-face contact at all. he doesn't deal well with conflict; he'd rather just pretend that everything is a-okay than even attempt to deal with that. and you know, he probably would have stayed there, alone in his room, if the water hadn't already risen up to his waist. he can't swim, so the thought of it getting any higher is worrying.
he needs to get out of the house, but...
he wouldn't dare evacuate without terezi. so, he wades out of his room, over to hers to rap his knuckles on her door. this'll be awkward as fuck, he knows, but he's not going to abandon her.
in a flat voice, he calls through the door. ] Hey, we need to leave.