lean in close to my little record player on the floor
WHO: carcinology, prodigypyrope and mammalhats.
WHAT: FEELINGS TALKS.
WHERE: Trollhouse. Dadkat's office room, probably.
WHEN: Late afternoon/early evening.
WARNINGS: Alien feelings jams. Probably a lot of shouting. Dadkat and Mamarezi warrant their own set of warnings for their likely petty insult jabs. XD
SUMMARY: Nepeta and Terezi had a feelings jam while Karkat wasn't looking, and now they're been avoiding eachother. Karkat pulls them aside to figure out what the fuck is going on, and... unwittingly plays matchmaker.
[For as long as he'd known either of them, Nepeta and Terezi had always been something. They were friends, they were both pretty strange as far as he was concerned, and he never bothered to ask what could, would, or may have happened behind closed doors. He knew they were both into some kind of strange roleplaying scene, and he had never wanted to understand so he had never asked.]
[But the point was, lately they hadn't been spending any time around each other. They were nearly avoiding each other. And that didn't sit well with the former police officer.]
[He found Terezi first, lounging on the couch in front of the TV and from the look on her face, probably not actually paying attention to what she wasn't even looking at. He stood behind the couch and frowned at her for the longest time, before he somehow convinced her to follow him back to his room to talk. She had been surly about it, like always, but he had somehow managed to for once in their time knowing one another phrase something right to keep an argument from breaking out. He sat her down in a chair in the corner and gave her a cup of some fragrant fruit juice to distract her, and wandered off again.]
[Nepeta had been a little harder to find, because even once he'd gotten to her room there had been a swarm of quadrupedal felines at his ankles that distracted the hell out of him. When he'd finally found the animal control officer among them, he'd very nearly decided to pick her up and carry her from the room at her vague reluctance.]
[He was glad he hadn't, because once he got her back to his room the look on their faces, respectively, had made him realize that it would have been like holding a cat in your arms and walking them toward a bathtub full of water. He pulled Nepeta into the room and shut the door behind him, leaning on it to prevent any last-minute attempts at escape. Then he turned a vague expression and tone of concerned annoyance on them both.]
All right, so what the fuck is the problem with you two?
WHAT: FEELINGS TALKS.
WHERE: Trollhouse. Dadkat's office room, probably.
WHEN: Late afternoon/early evening.
WARNINGS: Alien feelings jams. Probably a lot of shouting. Dadkat and Mamarezi warrant their own set of warnings for their likely petty insult jabs. XD
SUMMARY: Nepeta and Terezi had a feelings jam while Karkat wasn't looking, and now they're been avoiding eachother. Karkat pulls them aside to figure out what the fuck is going on, and... unwittingly plays matchmaker.
[For as long as he'd known either of them, Nepeta and Terezi had always been something. They were friends, they were both pretty strange as far as he was concerned, and he never bothered to ask what could, would, or may have happened behind closed doors. He knew they were both into some kind of strange roleplaying scene, and he had never wanted to understand so he had never asked.]
[But the point was, lately they hadn't been spending any time around each other. They were nearly avoiding each other. And that didn't sit well with the former police officer.]
[He found Terezi first, lounging on the couch in front of the TV and from the look on her face, probably not actually paying attention to what she wasn't even looking at. He stood behind the couch and frowned at her for the longest time, before he somehow convinced her to follow him back to his room to talk. She had been surly about it, like always, but he had somehow managed to for once in their time knowing one another phrase something right to keep an argument from breaking out. He sat her down in a chair in the corner and gave her a cup of some fragrant fruit juice to distract her, and wandered off again.]
[Nepeta had been a little harder to find, because even once he'd gotten to her room there had been a swarm of quadrupedal felines at his ankles that distracted the hell out of him. When he'd finally found the animal control officer among them, he'd very nearly decided to pick her up and carry her from the room at her vague reluctance.]
[He was glad he hadn't, because once he got her back to his room the look on their faces, respectively, had made him realize that it would have been like holding a cat in your arms and walking them toward a bathtub full of water. He pulled Nepeta into the room and shut the door behind him, leaning on it to prevent any last-minute attempts at escape. Then he turned a vague expression and tone of concerned annoyance on them both.]
All right, so what the fuck is the problem with you two?