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[ video clicks on. looks like the communicator is stuck under a couch. there's a lot of shuffling noises before the post times out.

for a girl who sees with her nose, pollen is a terrible thing. even if there aren't any added side effects. ]

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[yourgoddamnit]

[ hello terezi.

Karkat says, Are you seriously fucking talking to me right now? Are you seriously asking me a question knowing full well my voice has abandoned me faster than a possum abandons its offspring?


Pictured: Karkat at this very moment.

But of course nothing comes out, so his insults go even more ignored than usual.

Since he can't groan in frustration, he snaps his teeth together loudly to imitate a small, furious bear trap. Then he hobbles over and just collapses on top of Terezi. Doesn't give a shit. Just lays there and wallows on her in drowsy, silent, stuffed up Greyjoy misery. ]

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[ Terezi could fight back. She could kick him off or send him as a hooker to King Joffrey. Both would be equal punishments. But Terezi cares for her wayward Greyjoy, and as she mentally whispers Don't die so far from the sea after telling an equally mental tale concerning their past, she scoots a bit, giving him more room. Don't be fooled though. There is still a disgusting amount of snotty wallowing occurring. ]

Man, I sure do hope this is Karkat. [ She says to the Old and New gods, who, if Stannis has anything to say about it, are total dicks. Her hands pap around his face, up into his hair and at his nubby horns. Yup, totally Karkat. And for the sake of being Terezi Pyrope, she paps back to his face and uncovers a terrifying visage.



It's the insane grin of a Karkat who realizes that the only thing in this world he can rely on has been taken from him. His voice, and with it, his claims to the house of Greyjoy. "We Do Not Sow," indeed. ]

Is that face really necessary? You're just being a big drama grub.

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[yourgoddamnit]

[ Terezi can feel the expression shift beneath her fingertips.



He is once again at being called a dramagrub. It's perfectly reasonable to be upset at the current circumstances.

Nope, this is Death, he mouths into her palm. I'm here to collect your soul for the Federal Reserve.

But ah, Karkat knows that what is dead may never die, but rises again harder and stronger. They will rise from the sea of their combined snot and overtake any and all opposition.

For the moment he settles beside her on the couch. No fucks are given about the snot, the swampy smell of the ruined sofa, nor about the fact that Eridan probably pissed all over it. Instead he rubs his equally snotty face against Terezi's shirt before mouthing into her hand again.

If I start to fall asleep, punch me awake, he says. ]

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[ Unfortunately for Karkat, Terezi is not Helen Keller, and she can't read that shit. This isn't miracle worker. Terezi won't burst into a sudden realization of WA-TURHHH. This is a game-- a Game of Thrones, and it's a game Terezi plays very well. It's alright that she didn't understand, though. Because, in the end, all that matters is that you tried.

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What was that? You think I'm the most awesome person you know? And you're cutting interest rates in half? [ She paps his chin up and down. ] Oh, goodness! I'm so flatt-- [ SNEEZE. RIGHT IN HIS FACE. ]

Blargh, sorry. That wasn't on purpose for once. [ She tries wiping it off, but only succeeds in smearing that shit around. This is going to be the grossest thread in the entirety of Discedo, and Theon has nothing to do with it. ]

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[yourgoddamnit]

[ Ah, but Terezi, there is another game at play. It's a game that Karkat knows very well––the fight for survival against your own incompetence in surviving in nature, merciless killers with an affinity for violence, and even more incompetent people that you'll have to end up killing. A game Karkat is far too used to.



He can play the Games of Hunger pretty well too, if his being alive is any indication.

Even now, stuffy, sleepy, and silent, he knows the importance of food. It may just prove to be the key to getting through this ordeal. So with a look of he wipes the snot and spittle off his face. The only thing that keeps him from spitting back is the apology. (But he still wipes his nose on the sofa right where she's wallowing. Try not to move Terezi.)

He gets up and heads to the kitchen. Probably not best to work with an open flame right now, so he sticks with some trail mix and cold water. When he comes back, he keeps a safe distance from the sofa––knowing that he goes near Terezi will immediately consume his half of the food––and chucks both the bag and bottle of water at Terezi's head. ]