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[crabbycustomer]

Karkat knows perfectly well that if he wants to get anything accomplished on a project he should hole up somewhere and turn off Trollian. He only works on things in public so he has the pleasure of grousing about being hassled while he's busy. Today he is applying that technique to his ongoing screenplay

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[calmhrtprevails]

Dunno. But it looks rather fascinating, at least to the massive green fellow who's peering at the display from the other side of the table.

(Yes, Fawkes can read backwards writing, and upside-down if he has to. More than a hundred years of imprisonment with only a computer terminal for non-abusive company means you learn to entertain yourself any way you can.)

[crabbycustomer]

Karkat is staring at the grid with a twisted mouth; when he begins to seriously cogitate, though, he looks through it, though, and becomes aware of the looming shape on the other side of the thin slice of photons. His eyes widen and he doesn't-quite-wobble on his chair.

"JEGUS, YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME, FUCKING LURKING BACK THERE."

[calmhrtprevails]

"My apologies," rumbles Fawkes, as politely as someone physically incapable of an 'indoor voice' can manage. "I didn't want to interrupt before I had some idea of what I was looking at."

[crabbycustomer]

"YEAH, WELL, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT," Karkat snorts. "IT'S A SHIPPING CHART. I'M WORKING ON A SCREENPLAY AND I HAVE TO WORK OUT WHERE THE TAINTCHAFING HELL THIS PLOT THINKS ITS GOING."