[A certain black haired, crabby troll emerges from the Catacombs. It had been awhile since he had shown his face in the city. In fact, he had been sent back home for the time being. Which had been nice, he guessed. Even though Karkat had gone home, as he had hoped for (never wanting to be in this city in the first place) now the city was a breath
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D--> I hadn't noticed
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Do you have to inspect the whole fucking hive!? It's not like you will be living here asshole!
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[All this without touching him. It's hard, being STRONG. It's hard, and no one understands.]
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[Yep, gonna try and bite him instead.]
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[Equius might not be able to touch Karkat, but that doesn't mean he can't trap him. He shoots his arms out, hitting the wall with a sound like a thunderclap, making a barrier on either side of the other troll.]
[He hisses when Karkat's fang punch into his lips, but two can play at that game. Broken, jagged fangs are out and ready, Vantas. Bite bite bite!]
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A beckoning growl emits form within his throat as he clamps his fangs back. Fingers came to clasp at Equius shirt. His dull nails digging into the cloth. In fact his focus was more on the kiss, that when the wet feel of fresh blood was felt upon his lips he barely noticed. His blood. Well it was bound to happen.]
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[He pulls back, and notices the purple smears on Karkat's face. He tilts his head, suddenly confused.]
But... you don't have fins...
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No I don't. What did you think I was some fishy fucker? No!
[It then occurs to him as he notices similar purple smears on Equius. IT is at this point that his eyes grow a bit wide. Equius didn't know!? He thought he did, didn't everyone. Fuck! He quickly is now attempting to cover his face and lips, given the light red blush from his frantic realization is beginning to patch his cheeks. Not to mention he is sure his lips haven't finished bleeding. Even if they have he is still covering them.
Sorry Kismesis, he needs to freak out for a bit before continuing.]
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Your... your blood... it's... it's red...
[Suddenly grabbing a towel out of his sylladex and wiping away all the offending blood from his face, even though it has mixed with his own and turned purple. He scrubs frantically at his cut lips until only dark blue stains the towel.]
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Yeah, it is. Before you say it. It's mutant sludge. It's disgusting and I hate it.
[Yeah, he might be a bit hurt. He wonders if Equius will get why mutant was such a harsh insult and why Tavros had gotten so mad at him for saying it that one time. Pfff, not like it fucking matters. He hates himself and he hates his blood. Nothing was going to change that. Though, knowing that everyone knew about it in this City had allowed him to be a bit more accepting if only a little bit. Now, though it was only a repeat of the initial shock and he wanted to hide.]
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