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[hate_actually]

WHO: trollhouse, open
WHAT: Karkat grouches back into the game
WHERE: trollhouse
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: copious 13 year old swearing & references to insect reproduction

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[seeingtwofold]

[He still looks and feels like shit from the previous night, but there was something oddly cathartic about making a complete asshole of himself, out there for everyone to see. At least there's no kidding anyone anymore.]

[People were clinging to him most of the night, and he's only just broken away under the vague pretense of feeding himself when he hears a familiar yelling.]

[Wait.]

[What.]

[No way.]

[He stumbles out of the kitchen and sees Karkat by the door.]

KK...?!

[hate_actually]

[visibly sagging with relief] Oh thank fuck, I thought you were all going to have torn each other's heads off in an orgy of unrestrained kismesistic lust. What's going on, is everyone okay?

[seeingtwofold]

[...]

[He spends an intense few seconds trying to contain himself then fails completely.]

[Trying not to get all teary eyed he throws himself at Karkat's body and kind of awkwardly HUGS THE SHIT OUT OF HIM.]

Just...just shut up and take this, okay.

[hate_actually]

[oh]

[god]

[what the fuck]

[Karkat sort of freezes up and stares at him]

What the -

Was it seriously that hard for you to live without me for a couple of weeks, Sollux, because if it was then I think we need to talk about -

[wait no]

[no, actually]

[they don't need to talk about feelings at all]

[abort abort abort]

... Uh ...

[whatisglub]

--Karkat??

[ She was in the kitchen, but comes running, nearly slipping as she rounds the corner and launches the dreaded hug-attack. This might be the first time anyone has seen a sea troll fly. ]

Karkat, it's really you! It is you, right?

[hate_actually]

[OH JESUS CHRIST]

[he stumbles backwards under the force of her hug-assault, catching himself against the wall behind him with one hand]

What the fuck, Feferi, how is this remotely warranted, it was only two goddamn weeks.

[pause.]

Right?

[whatisglub]

[ She unlatches, a little, but is still in the vicinity of his personal space. ]

Even two days is too long! Oh, you've missed so much! And we've missed you! All of! Or most of us, anyway...

[hate_actually]

... I'm going to pretend that's not kind of creepy because that's basically your schtick, right, so what have I missed?

... Is everyone alive?

[dothewindything]

[ guess who caught sight of Karkat running while he was out doing the floaty asshole thing - i mean, windy thing. he's really, really glad to see Karkat back, that feeling of guilt he had about him disappearing in the first place leaving him in waves.

flies after, before he's even done doing whatever it is he was doing (which is, you know, trying to see if he scout out a cloud to attempt to rest on, though the skies were kind of depressingly bare). the door more or less closes on his face, and he rolls his eyes and knocks, instead of barging in ]

I was about to be, dude!

[hate_actually]

Oh. Well, congratulations on still being alive, I guess. [grudging as fuck, even if he is pretty damn relieved at the sight of John] How's that working out for you.

[dothewindything]

Uh, I'm pretty alright.

[ kind of. itching to hug him even though thinking about (and now, looking at) karkat still hurts his head a little bit. the future hurt his head, possibly forever. ]

I went on a roadtrip, and kinda only found out you weren't here after I came back. You kinda went on a trip of your own, too, huh? Ahaha. . . [ B( YEAH OKAY ITS NOT THAT FUNNY it was not all that cool knowing he wasnt there at all ]

[hate_actually]

[go on, John, every thread above you has had a hug in it. you wouldn't want to be the odd one out.]

What the fuck was that, that wasn't even a joke. That wasn't even in the same fucking genus as a joke, it was like a joke's diseased pet dog.

[prodigypyrope]

[ She had been sitting somewhere relatively fresh, on the floor, playing with a piece of chalk and keeping mostly to her own business. But then there's that familiar voice and oh.

Oh, Karkat. Since where are you tiny again and-- ]

[ She stands up and heads in the direction of the yelling, stopping a few feet away. ]

Karkat? [ No nicknames, no 'munchkin', nothing of the sort. ] Where have you been?

[hate_actually]

[god, adult Terezi in person still kind of weirds him out, and not just because she's an older version of someone he knows - being around adult trolls kind of puts him on edge, even if they're not really trolls. He backs up a step or two.]

What? Nowhere. Literally fucking nowhere, but I guess I skipped a couple of weeks, or something.

[prodigypyrope]

You did.

[ She sincerely does not intend to scare him off this time, really. But maybe she should start off with not flashing him a shit-eating grin, though at least she's not invading his personal space yet. ]

We were all worried about you. Are you okay?

[hate_actually]

Yeah, I'm fine. It's not like anything actually happened, I was just here and it was two weeks ago and then I was here and it was now, big shitting deal, who cares.

[ironicicon]

Nah man, everyone moved out while you were gone. They went and had a big fuckin' group marriage in Vegas and bought a house in Utah.

[The elder Strider appeared out of apparently fucking nowhere, sunglasses somehow glinting in the dim light.]

Fuck you been, kid? Your friends kinda to go to shit without you.

[hate_actually]

Ha ha.

No kidding they do, like hell I need you to tell me that.

[scowls up at her, as if to say why are you even still here]

[ironicicon]

Probably not.

[She shrugs a shoulder and in the next moment is striding past him, hand ruffling his hair.]

Might wanna check up on the unstable ones first- and then maybe start stockpiling syrup. I hear boysenberry's pretty good.

[hate_actually]

[auughghtpthg]

[tries to swat her hand away, scowling]

Wait, what? What the fuck are you even talking about?