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The entire morning, Karkat had been both attempting to figure out how to drown himself in the horrible coffee in the precinct's break room, and how best to go about punching his surrogate father figure in the face for putting him there. He wasn't picky about his coffee, only that it tasted like coffee, which this crap didn't. It tasted like stale

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The Captain's step faltered when Terezi sauntered out into the hallway with her cane tapping rhythmically against the floor, and he slowed. Karkat came to a curious, if irritated stop behind him, peering around the taller man's shoulder in curiosity. His ears perked straight up and slightly forward, making him appear to anyone that could actually see him very inquisitive and probably very youngHis twenty-third birthday was a few months off, making him young but not a child, but he still retained a lot of very childish features. For one, he was barely over five feet tall, and he still wore his hair in a relatively messy mop atop his head that gave him the look of a devil-may-care teenager. Which was fitting, really, because he... honestly didn't care very much about appearances. Hell, the combing he'd given his hair this morning was probably the most he'd done since Slick took him out to the billiards club he played piano at. Slick was all about appearances. Regardless, his short stature and his rounded face and the fact that his ears

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His eyes-- his crimson eyes, the eyes he hated and the eyes Slick had picked him out of a crowd of ruined children for --rolled skyward in a gesture he was glad Terezi couldn't see and his back was turned to the Captain for. He scoffed, swearing quietly under his breath.

"Call me Karkat," he said, impressed by his own level tone. It pissed him off to no end when people called him Vantas. It was too formal, and even if first-name basis was entirely more friendly and intimate than he wanted to be with much of anyone, it was better than some surname from a parent he never knew. Societarial or not, if there was one thing Karkat hated more than anything else it was the impartial, unorthodox and overall lacking way Alternians were raised. They were like aliens, which in a way he supposed they were, with no parents to speak of and very little skills taught. They had to make their own way from the time they were too small to walk on their own, and it not only resulted in a strong hatred of his own kind from Karkat, but a hatred of most every