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[He flinches visibly and promptly looks away from her, hunching his shoulders.]

Why the fuck does that even matter?

Edited 2011-08-30 01:30 (UTC)

[She just said that to piss him off, honestly. She falls silent again, just for a second.]

Because I want to know if I am wasting my time trying to be friends with you.

[He stands off the bed also and swings around to make various angry hand gestures at her while he speaks.]

If you have to fucking ask, maybe you already have your answer, because its really none of your business.

So much for promising not to fucking get mad, either.

[Oops. She did promise that, didn't she? But Jegus, that was such a horrible thing to say. How was she not supposed to get mad? She opens her mouth to respond, seems to think better of it, then lets out another irritated sigh and crosses her arms instead.]

No please, don't stay silent on my account, fucking continue. I'm anxious to hear what else you have to say about me.

[Nookhurt? Very much so.]

Jegus, stop it, you are so... Ugh! You are such a hypocrite!

[Holy shit.]

That isn't even what I was going to say, but it doesn't matter. This is ridiculous!

Ridiculous? Try living it some time.

[He turns his back to her and moves to sit in the corner by himself, folding his arms and crossing his legs. Both eyes stare passed her at the wall behind her.]

Edited 2011-08-30 02:03 (UTC)

[She just wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. It's a good thing that she can't tell he's pretending she isn't there, but she can still tell he's sulking.]

Stop it! I was going to say that you aren't Vriska, and I should give you a chance, but you are making me seriously reconsider!

Do what you want. You wanted an answer, I gave it to you.

[Yup, definitely sulking. And kind of more-than-a-little hurt.]

I don't know what else you want from me.

Edited 2011-08-30 02:18 (UTC)

[Whhhhhy. Why does she do this to herself?

SHE WANTS HIM TO STOP BEING A HUGE DOUCHEBAG TO BE HONEST. She can hear the hurt in his voice, though, and the spiteful half of her thinks, Good. You Deserve it. But the part of her that knows she was being unfair by comparing him to other people, and she bites back whatever horrible thing she was going to say.

She falls silent for a second or two.]

Did you really mean that? You don't like Karkat because of his blood color?

Edited 2011-08-30 02:21 (UTC)

I don't like being looked at like I'm a fucking bellydragging slimebeast because of him, not just his blood.

My moirail was a gutterblood. I told you that.

Stop saying that.

[Her voice is sharp, and then she pauses, eyeing him almost suspiciously.]

No one has thought badly of you because of Karkat. Except Eridan, maybe, but he is a pathetic, worthless coward. Vriska is the horrible one.

[He just snorts -- whatever, he doesn't care about semantics, ok???]

Whatever. I'm tired of being treated like a clone.

[Karkat just waves a hand at her and looks away.]

I'm done.

I apologized for that!

[She feels another surge of anger, because while she can't tell exactly what he's doing, it's clearly a dismissal.]

You're not a clone, okay? Jegus.

[She's tempted to add that he combines all of Karkat and Vriska's most horrible qualities, but she manages to refrain.]

I already said it was stupid and unfair. [No, you didn't.] Don't insult Karkat over my fuck up.

No, I'm worse than a clone, right? If I was a clone, it'd be easier for you to hate me. Or not hate me, whatever.

Look, I don't care, ok? I get it. I don't want to talk about it.

[It takes every ounce of willpower she has not to throw her cane at his head.]

Get what? You're not Vriska and you're not my Karkat. Fine. Do you think that upsets me?

Edited 2011-08-30 02:49 (UTC)

I don't know what it does for you. I just know I pissed you off, like I knew I would.

[He is like a perfect combination of someone she really hates and someone she really pities, and it is fucking her up. She sighs.]

You upset me because you insulted Karkat. Not because you were angry that people were comparing you to him.

[He doesn't say anything to that. He just folds his arms a little tighter and leans back in his chair until it clunks against the wall.]

[She just... Waits.]

[There's a mumbled 'whatever', but that's probably all she's going to get out of him.]

[She huffs, reaching out to prod his leg with her cane.]

It's your turn!

My turn for what?

To take it back. Or apologize! But I think I may be pushing my luck with that.

Nothing I said was wrong. [Shallow, maybe.] Can we drop it? Seriously.