[ AND I APOLOGIZE FOR SUCH LATENESS SOB SOB but I could not let this post go un-Karkated!!!
But as I attempt to repent for my sins, Karkat is staring at his communicator with a mixture of disbelief and... well, his emotions are like the North Pacific Gyre. They swirl around in an ocean of unfathomable depths, and there might be something pretty sweet lurking in it, but no one, not even Karkat himself, wants to explore it because there's a huge pile of trash and rage amassed on top of it. The trash is composed mainly of irrational rage and fuckwords.
Point is, Karkat isn't sure what he's feeling right now, so he decides to settle in on his collection of fury twice the size of Texas. It is at this point that he starts yelling at himself in his own mind. In lieu of Future or Past Karkat to hate, he's had to settle for his Current self. So basically he's just a big fucking ball of crazy. What else is new.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? he screams in his mind with all the eloquence of a rabid badger. THIS WAS MY ONE CHANCE, MY ONE CHANCE AT RESOLVING EVERYTHING I EVER FUCKED UP WITH TEREZI, AND NOW PRINCE OF DICKS HIMSELF HAS SHOWN UP TO ONCE AGAIN GET IN THE WAY OF EVERYTHING.
Yeah you were doing a splendid job of making your intentions clear with her, what with all the insults and displays of cold indifference, another part of his mind retorts.
That's just how we roll. Messing with that would be messing with the very foundation of our relationship. Friendship. Whatever, the first part says.
We've been over this. WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS oh shit.
Karkat ceases his schizophrenic arguing with himself as he realizes that he's been glaring into space for the past three minutes and that Terezi, wherever she is, can probably sense another stupid argument and will undoubtedly mock him for it.
But by god does he feel the rage at Dave arriving. This complicates everything. It was already complicated by an apocalyptic world and opossums but now it's even worse.
Now that this dumb monologue is done TIME TO ACTUALLY REPLY. ]
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But as I attempt to repent for my sins, Karkat is staring at his communicator with a mixture of disbelief and... well, his emotions are like the North Pacific Gyre. They swirl around in an ocean of unfathomable depths, and there might be something pretty sweet lurking in it, but no one, not even Karkat himself, wants to explore it because there's a huge pile of trash and rage amassed on top of it. The trash is composed mainly of irrational rage and fuckwords.
Point is, Karkat isn't sure what he's feeling right now, so he decides to settle in on his collection of fury twice the size of Texas. It is at this point that he starts yelling at himself in his own mind. In lieu of Future or Past Karkat to hate, he's had to settle for his Current self. So basically he's just a big fucking ball of crazy. What else is new.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? he screams in his mind with all the eloquence of a rabid badger. THIS WAS MY ONE CHANCE, MY ONE CHANCE AT RESOLVING EVERYTHING I EVER FUCKED UP WITH TEREZI, AND NOW PRINCE OF DICKS HIMSELF HAS SHOWN UP TO ONCE AGAIN GET IN THE WAY OF EVERYTHING.
Yeah you were doing a splendid job of making your intentions clear with her, what with all the insults and displays of cold indifference, another part of his mind retorts.
That's just how we roll. Messing with that would be messing with the very foundation of our relationship. Friendship. Whatever, the first part says.
We've been over this. WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS oh shit.
Karkat ceases his schizophrenic arguing with himself as he realizes that he's been glaring into space for the past three minutes and that Terezi, wherever she is, can probably sense another stupid argument and will undoubtedly mock him for it.
But by god does he feel the rage at Dave arriving. This complicates everything. It was already complicated by an apocalyptic world and opossums but now it's even worse.
Now that this dumb monologue is done TIME TO ACTUALLY REPLY. ]