[... Level 100 psychic beast. Try and gush a little more about your Pokéchild, Dave, he doesn't think you've induced vomiting in all the local wildlife yet.
(It's cute, Dave is so cute, god he loves this idiot.)
As for the assessment of Dirk... yeah, no. As far as Karkat's concerned, his only redeeming trait is his resemblance to DaAAUGGHH STOP LISTENING, STRIDER.
He's about to type back something to this effect (only less flattering) when he hears Dave's mental voice from oh right there's zero directionality with psychic everything. What even is Wart's range? Fuck.
He heaves an aggravated sigh, runs his PokéGear-free hand through his hair again, then stows the device with the rest of his Dirk's shit. As much as he wishes he could, there's probably no real way he can justify leaving all of it here. Dirk hadn't personally wronged anyone in their group, he'd probably wind up traveling with their group eventually despite Karkat's best efforts because of either John or Jade's unrelenting friendliness or both, and Karkat himself just. Wasn't the sort of troll to fucking do that to people, strand them in hostile territory with nothing to call their own. What kind of bastard would?
Now, if it were Bro...
Snarling wordlessly, he hoists his backpack onto his shoulder and stalks toward the road. The additional height is still giving him trouble (why is the ground so far away, thought someone other than Karkat because he is not a fucking wiggler), but he is damn well going to make the walking thing happen out of spite, so help him.This body will not defeat him.]
Am I at least heading in the right fucking direction?
[He says it aloud without really thinking about it, but the difference between his voice and Dirk's is just jarring enough to make him stumble and reawaken some of his earlier panic because what if it's familiar to Dave for all the wrong reasons, should he not talk at all? Wait, that. That's fucking stupid. Maybe it does sound different enough? Ugh.]
action + psychic I/O
(It's cute, Dave is so cute, god he loves this idiot.)
As for the assessment of Dirk... yeah, no. As far as Karkat's concerned, his only redeeming trait is his resemblance to DaAAUGGHH STOP LISTENING, STRIDER.
He's about to type back something to this effect (only less flattering) when he hears Dave's mental voice from oh right there's zero directionality with psychic everything. What even is Wart's range? Fuck.
He heaves an aggravated sigh, runs his PokéGear-free hand through his hair again, then stows the device with the rest of his Dirk's shit. As much as he wishes he could, there's probably no real way he can justify leaving all of it here. Dirk hadn't personally wronged anyone in their group, he'd probably wind up traveling with their group eventually despite Karkat's best efforts because of either John or Jade's unrelenting friendliness or both, and Karkat himself just. Wasn't the sort of troll to fucking do that to people, strand them in hostile territory with nothing to call their own. What kind of bastard would?
Now, if it were Bro...
Snarling wordlessly, he hoists his backpack onto his shoulder and stalks toward the road. The additional height is still giving him trouble (why is the ground so far away, thought someone other than Karkat because he is not a fucking wiggler), but he is damn well going to make the walking thing happen out of spite, so help him.This body will not defeat him.]
Am I at least heading in the right fucking direction?
[He says it aloud without really thinking about it, but the difference between his voice and Dirk's is just jarring enough to make him stumble and reawaken some of his earlier panic because what if it's familiar to Dave for all the wrong reasons, should he not talk at all? Wait, that. That's fucking stupid. Maybe it does sound different enough? Ugh.]
What did you do?