nomadicgunnman said: Karkat, if you have any fucking will to listen to me at all, do NOT fucking go to her ship. I swear to god.
YOU DON’T LIKE HER?
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So, )(i~ I've been t)(inking, we s)(ould talk in person!~ No )(ard feelings aboat t)(e w)(ole "watc)(ing your 'sprit torture me to deat)(" t)(ing, I'm over t)(at~ W)(at do you say, wanna swing by my place for a c)(at?~ 38)
[hOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN SITTING HERE????
TUMBLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR]
TUMBLR DIDN’T NOTIFY ME OF THIS, SORRY.
MAYBE LATER, BECAUSE MY HOUSE IS PACKED WITH STRANGE AND UNUSUAL THINGS AND I DON’T DARE LEAVE IT RIGHT NOW.
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HAH, TRUE. OKAY
MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU?
only IIf you joIIn the dark 2IIde of the fourth.
DOES IT HAVE COOKIES?
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[Yo YK, how would you react to a cherub being in your house? Because it's gonna be happening soon]
I WOULD BE VERY VERY CONFUSED AND SLIGHTLY TERRIFIED.
[omg omg whats gonna happen? O: surprised face!!]
CALLING ALL DEITIES, LITTLE KIDS, AND GUNLIZARDS
Karkat? Karkitty? I like that name, yes yes~
>You stare as they float the pieces over to the table, wagging your curled tail excitedly. You pick up a slice, ignoring how hot it is due to the fact that most of your hide is semi-composed of steel. You sniff at it and lick it slightly, only for your nose to crinkle as your tongue burns. Shaking your head wildly, you set the pizza back down.
I can’t eat this! I can’t eat this sort of thing! Too hot and not soft enough.
>You giggle as Genie sort of throws a tantrum. They are such a silly creature… You reach to grab the pizza slice, blowing on it before nibbling slightly. Wow you… really really like this, and it’s easy to tell as you start tearing into it with much vigour.
My hair?… N-no Mr. Karkat, I do not think anyone ever has…
I’D PREFER KARKAT.
>You blink.
UHH OKAY.
HOW ABOUT JUICE FOR YOU THEN?
>You have no fucking clue what Genie eats at all! You kinda wish you could apparate Dirk’s magic biology book out of thin air, that would be cool.
>Oh Nomad though… Goodbye heartstrings, you knew them well.
CAN I COMB YOUR HAIR? PLEASE?
Cutes in Suits
>You furrow your brows and grin, looking at him with amused confusion.
…Did you just call me a table?
>You look up from your menu (even though you already know what you’re getting).
It’s French, I think. I’m not that good at French, sadly enough.
>Eventually, the waiter comes around, and you place your orders. Sigh, okay. Time to fucking go. You take a deep breath, and steel yourself. Your stomach is tying itself in knots. You’re not really sure how to go about this, and you try not to look worried as you look up at him over the table.
…Hey, Cuttles?
MAYBE.
DAMN, HOW COME YOU KNOW THAT DIALECT TOO?
>Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.
>You place your order even though you have no idea what you ordered, you don’t speak this language!
YEAH SHARKIRA?
>Your eyebrows attempt to escape up your hairline at the sight of him.
…ARE YOU OKAY?
A SMALL PSA.
HEY GUNZILLA, IF NOMAD DIDN’T ALLOW YOU TO POST THAT PICTURE OF HIM, YOU BETTER HOPE SHARKIRA AND HIS DOOM BROOM REACH YOU BEFORE I DO.
ON A MILDLY UNRELATED NOTE, WHERE EVEN IS NOMAD? IF HE HAS TROUBLE SPEAKING MAYBE I COULD SPEAK TO HIM IN ALTERNIAN, THAT MIGHT HELP.
SEND HELP THERE IS A STRANGE BLACK MONSTER NUZZLING THE ELECTRIC SOCKETS WHAT IS HAPPENING
I MAY AS WELL TURN ON THE ADAMS FAMILY SOUNDTRACK WHAT WITH THE EVERYONE AT THE HIVE RIGHT NOW, JESUS.
