[oo5 1/2 actually]
[Hey, Karkat! Guess who's not in the hotel room? Yeeeah, the answer's Soul. Instead, in his place is a package on the bed, with a very short (and kind of messy looking) note on top. The package contains what's-left-of-his-money's-worth of DVDs (romantic comedies, mostly!), and a bento (which smells pretty good, actually --- he got one of the locals in town to let him use their oven for a bit. Sorry if the curry's burnt).
The note reads:]
Sup.
I know you're pretty pissed at me, so I thought I'd clear out to let you cool down.
And since this is a letter, you can't tell me to shut up, so I'm just going to explain myself here, okay?
He didn't tell me that you hate him; and actually, I didn't even know you knew him until after I invited him up here for cocoa.
He seemed like a pretty cool guy, so I thought it'd be okay.
Sorry, I guess. For doing that.
If you want to come along still, you can.
I'm probably still out there on the route, training up Maka and Ragnarok.
-Soul