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[ghostyheir]

[John is entering the city from the forest with Casey glubbing alongside him, leaves and twigs in his hair, scrapes on his palms, and more scrapes on his knees underneath his fancy suit. He doesn't have any of his hammers or any of his other possessions with him, as his computer won't work and he really doesn't feel like hauling all of his stuff

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[inflictedknight]

[Karkat is wandering the city. His head is still a little fuzzy from being messed with for so long. He isn't exactly sure of what's real and what's not real.

So when he sees John, his FATED KISMESIS, he isn't sure whether he's hallucinating or whether he is really seeing him. He decides that it doesn't really matter either way, all that matters is that idiot is standing right in front of him. Poste haste, he makes his way over to the other. His little legs are only able to walk so fast, but he's using such huge strides that by the time he makes it there, he is practically gasping for breath.

There's only one word that initially comes out. The tone is so filled with hatred, so filled with anger, that he can only manage to spit it out.]

YOU.

[Karkat's fingers start to dig into his own palms, his face twisting. His heart is pounding in his ears, and he can feel his face going red.So we meet again, useless bag of flesh and bones. Which is just as well, because I feel it's necessary to further elaborate on exactly how much I loathe

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[ghostyheir]

[HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK THIS GUY IS ANGRY. Like. Really really really angry. Like a plane full of betrayed convicts angry. Like a guy who just had the Declaration of Independence stolen before he could steal it himself. And like his idolized master of cinema, John is beside himself with protagonistic "lolwat". He lost track of the rant about halfway through. Focusing on spoken words is hard!]

[And while he doesn't consciously put together that the gray symbol on this alien dude's shirt is the same color as a particular wall of text he just conversed with, his subconscious makes it for him and it sort of...clicks. He hasn't spoken to Karkat when he's this mad at him before, but it just makes sense! Who else would come screaming at him just to say hi?]

[And he just sort of...stares for a bit, taking it all in, letting his mind compute what the fuck just happened. This guy also looks weird, but that's what aliens are supposed to look like! Weird and stuff. He's also vaguely aware that Casey is hugging onto his legs from behind him, and is

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[ghostyheir]

[Then John just smiles and even waves a bit.]

Hey, CG! That is you, right? I don't know any one else that would say stuff like that, anyway. Wow, is this what your crazy alien species look like? Pretty weird!

[Barely contained giggle goes here, and he's trying hard not to but he is anyway.]

"Karkat"? Is that really your name?

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat stares at him like he's an idiot, his face going a little redder. John seems to know all the buttons to push to make him even angrier. He takes another step forward, closing any distance between them.]

Now that we're here in person, I can wipe that stupid fucking smile off your face personally. And the excitement that fills me with almost rivals the feeling of revulsion.

[With another step, he's inches from his face, snarling. But... it loses a lot of its punch when it becomes obvious how short Karkat is. He's probably one of the shortest of his troll friends, if not the shortest, and he doesn't have a lot of muscle mass of which to speak. That doesn't keep him from continuing to antagonize the other.]

But first, I have to address a few of your very flawed notions of reality. Human John, YOU are the alien. The sight of your pale face sickens me to extent that I won't even bother to try to vocalize. I don't think the words exist in your extremely limited human vocabulary.

Secondly, yes, that is really my name. But you

[ghostyheir]

[John's taken aback like wooooah. Hey man, hey, that is his space and while he probably lacks any and all concept of personal space, it is quite shocking. He's of course much louder this close, and John puts his hands over his ears while wincing. But wow those horns are hilariously nubby and Karkat is really short, or at least shorter than John expected him to be. Very much like an angry kitten, this alien dude. And when the yelling is done John hesitantly uncovers his ears, though his hands don't leave too far from his head, just in case.]

You mean like "beep beep meow"? [Snickeeeer.] I think I like your name better than that other stuff, and it makes more sense to call you Karkat now that I know it, anyway! I was wondering if I'd have to call you "CG" or "carcino" forever.

[inflictedknight]

[Karkat takes a breath and isn't yelling anymore. This kid annoys the shit out of him, but making John deaf would just be counter productive to in-real-life trolling.

He seems blissfully unaware to his own height--or lack thereof.]

Yeah, beep beep meow, fucking hilarious. You must have been some sort of non-sitting joketeller back on your stupid little planet.

If you absolutely must decline my fucking perfect alternatives, I guess you can call me Karkat. It doesn't matter; since you hate me so much, you're probably just going to call me fuckass or idiot anyway.

[ghostyheir]

I am a pranking master if that's what you mean! [And he's still loling in the back of his mind about that. Hee hee beep beep meow.]

Huh? No way, I don't hate you! You're a pretty cool guy! [Ponder.] Well...when I last talked to you were weren't as angry, but you're still the same CG--oh, I mean Karkat you always are!

[inflictedknight]

Why don't you hate me? I just trolled you so hard, and there's so much trolling left to come.

[He pauses. What is this kid talking about?]

Same as always? We've met all of once. What the fuck are you on about?

[ghostyheir]

Oh, that was trolling?

[OH WHOOPS. He just thought the guy was in a bad mood.]

I've talked to you before! You've told me some really useful stuff about the game. [...] And that we're awesome at it, despite being aliens who crawl out from large catacomb eggs as slimey pink larvae creatures.

[John that grin of yours is harder to hide in person than it is over the internet.]

[inflictedknight]

First of all, like I said, you're the alien. Secondly, of course we're awesome at it. Although they happen to have a shitty leader, my team is actually very good.

[Karkat just stares at him like he's an idiot. That's his default look.]

[ghostyheir]

No way! You're the alien!

[He winces.]

Oh man, sorry to hear about the leader problem. I'm sure he's doing great, though!