Karkat has to stop for a second and shut his eyes against the memory of the last time he'd seen her, his bloodpusher starting to race again. Dave doesn't need that mental image (her face streaked with tears, mouth open in a scream, teal and purple blood spattered everywhere), much less the knowledge of exactly what it feels like to be impaled by canekind and dropped in fucking lava. Hahahaha. Hahaha fucking—
He slaps both hands over his face then, after rethinking the matter, just fucking slaps himself a few times. Great fucking job not think about that pink musclebeast, Past Karkat!]
Y-yeah, that—that's a great plan. Perfect!
[Another slap. Fucking useless piece of garbage, stop, stop, stop, stop sooner than that, stop being so worthless, disgusting, pathetic—]
No puddles, haha, you got me, we are totally fucking squared on the puddle situation. Has it even been raining? Where am I supposed to find a puddle? Shall I piss one into existence and go dump myself in it? That would sure show me for hypothetically presuming to steer my moirail into a shallow, liquid-filled depression. Hang on, let me get right on that, I've just spotted the perfect place for it!
[He isn't moving, but only because he's too busy trying really fucking hard not to cry. Please let Dave have not seen that, please...]
action + psychic I/O, [S] Game Over bonus edition
Karkat has to stop for a second and shut his eyes against the memory of the last time he'd seen her, his bloodpusher starting to race again. Dave doesn't need that mental image (her face streaked with tears, mouth open in a scream, teal and purple blood spattered everywhere), much less the knowledge of exactly what it feels like to be impaled by canekind and dropped in fucking lava. Hahahaha. Hahaha fucking—
He slaps both hands over his face then, after rethinking the matter, just fucking slaps himself a few times. Great fucking job not think about that pink musclebeast, Past Karkat!]
Y-yeah, that—that's a great plan. Perfect!
[Another slap. Fucking useless piece of garbage, stop, stop, stop, stop sooner than that, stop being so worthless, disgusting, pathetic—]
No puddles, haha, you got me, we are totally fucking squared on the puddle situation. Has it even been raining? Where am I supposed to find a puddle? Shall I piss one into existence and go dump myself in it? That would sure show me for hypothetically presuming to steer my moirail into a shallow, liquid-filled depression. Hang on, let me get right on that, I've just spotted the perfect place for it!
[He isn't moving, but only because he's too busy trying really fucking hard not to cry. Please let Dave have not seen that, please...]