[... The romcom factory where they make romcoms. Wow.]
You mean the studio? And what the fuck, I thought you were kidding about the wigglers.
[Joking about joking about the wigglers. Yes. This makes sense. Also, don't think he didn't notice that redirect, Strider, he is way too familiar with your bullshit for that.]
Trolls aren't... I mean. [Fuck is this not a safe topic. Uh—] Wigglers or human babies? You've said both.
[Nice save. Not. Time to shove a chicken nugget in his talk blaster and chew angrily because argh ugh blargh, fuck everything.]
You could still get a job, don't even try that shit. Gl'bgolyb did all right with Feferi, so—
[Yes he is suggesting that this eldritch kraken play babysitter so they can both work. What? It makes total sense.]
That only works if our wiggler babies can swim, Karkat. ...Also, one of each, and the third is...
[He thinks about it, because a hybrid wiggler-baby (a wiggly? a bageler?) mostly just sounds kind of horrifying, but then he lights the fuck up.]
A baby Mayor. Shit, that would be the most adorable dopeness!
[Baby Mayor in a baby carrier. Baby Mayor in a stroller. Baby Mayor sleeping all curled up under a baby mobile version of the Incipisphere, covered in a soft blanket patterned with cans. HE WANTS A BABY MAYOR RIGHT TF NOW.]
As if I could bear to leave the Bayor to slave away at a desk gig like some kind of standard corporate peon. I got the right coloring to be a lusus, anyway, maybe this is just my calling and you didn't know it.
[Stay-at-home dad Dave Strider. You heard it here first.]
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You mean the studio? And what the fuck, I thought you were kidding about the wigglers.
[Joking about joking about the wigglers. Yes. This makes sense. Also, don't think he didn't notice that redirect, Strider, he is way too familiar with your bullshit for that.]
Trolls aren't... I mean. [Fuck is this not a safe topic. Uh—] Wigglers or human babies? You've said both.
[Nice save. Not. Time to shove a chicken nugget in his talk blaster and chew angrily because argh ugh blargh, fuck everything.]
You could still get a job, don't even try that shit. Gl'bgolyb did all right with Feferi, so—
[Yes he is suggesting that this eldritch kraken play babysitter so they can both work. What? It makes total sense.]
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[He thinks about it, because a hybrid wiggler-baby (a wiggly? a bageler?) mostly just sounds kind of horrifying, but then he lights the fuck up.]
A baby Mayor. Shit, that would be the most adorable dopeness!
[Baby Mayor in a baby carrier. Baby Mayor in a stroller. Baby Mayor sleeping all curled up under a baby mobile version of the Incipisphere, covered in a soft blanket patterned with cans. HE WANTS A BABY MAYOR RIGHT TF NOW.]
As if I could bear to leave the Bayor to slave away at a desk gig like some kind of standard corporate peon. I got the right coloring to be a lusus, anyway, maybe this is just my calling and you didn't know it.
[Stay-at-home dad Dave Strider. You heard it here first.]