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Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU
Setting: Across the tower! Mark in the subject line, please!
Format: Action to start, but I'll follow.
Summary: Karkat has been awfully quiet lately, and hasn't quiet been seeking out others. How unusual.
Warnings: TBA

[Karkat has just had too many things on his mind. Staying out of trouble, trying not to make more people furious with him, dodging mealtimes to instead feed Spidermom. The attack on the tower had sated her slightly, but it hadn't helped his psyche any. The visions of Imperial Drones on top of more copies of Spidermom were a little too much for him.

He was still sick to his nutrition sack over the whole thing. If those drones had been real, then he would have been leaving Kanaya to them. What kind of shitty friend was he?

Oh wait. That kind of answered the question. So wherever he happens to be, Karkat will be propped against a wall, staring down at his shoes with an everpresent frown of thought.]

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[Karkat still seems skeptical, and he's not really sure how to answer that last part of her statement. Growing up in that kind of environment, that attitude is extremely foreign to him. Granted, he was pretty partial to certain brands of lowblooded women himself, so there wasn't much he could argue.

So he just looks at her with uncertain confusion.]

Uh. Ok, I guess.

[She gives him a look that approaches fond exasperation.]

One day I'm going to meet a troll that doesn't think basic human kindness is weird and shocking, and I won't know what to do with myself.

I doubt it. Its a sign of weakness for a troll. Shit like that would get you killed.

Some of you are really nice! [she protests.] You don't have to be all prickly.

[Meaningful look.]

[...yeah, not really following your line of logic there, and he's the fucking Thief of Heart, man.]

You don't really get how we operate, do you?

I do get it. I mean, I kinda get it, I'm not an expert or anything.

I'm just saying, oh sure, angry scary trolls. And then I have a sleepover with Aradia and we watch all the Indiana Jones movies together, and it's like, well, not really any angry or scary in there.

You're looking at one.

And I'm going to assume you're talking about the lowblooded Aradia and not the one I'm familiar with. The higher on the spectrum you go, the more pissy we get.

But it's not absolute, [she presses,] it's a tendency. I know a seadweller that isn't like that at all.

I don't need to know everything to give everyone a fair chance.

[He scoffs in disbelief. Though really, Nepeta wasn't horrible either...and the Feferi from Terezi's timeline didn't seem so bad.]

Yeah, ok, and I'm the god damn Emperor of Alternia.

[She decides to change tactic.]

I don't know, I've been annoying you pretty hard but you still seem like a reasonable guy to me, [she says, just a bit slyly.] But don't worry-- I won't ruin your rep and spread it around.

[...yeah, deadeying her.]

My reputation precedes the rumor mill. You ain't got a clue who you're dealing with.

How about you tell me? I'm Willow Rosenberg, for the record.

[She's not easily phased, this girl.]

Vantas. Karkat [He makes double finger pistols.] Vantas.

Edited 2012-01-22 08:11 (UTC)

[ ... Don't laugh at him, he seems so serious and trying to be cool, don't laugh--

A brief giggle escapes before she cuts herself off, hiding her mouth behind her hand.] --Oh hey, wait, everyone kept telling me to ask you about troll romance! [Suddenly she looks eager and not giggly at all.] That's you, right?

[The laugh doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, when she mentions romance, he instantly becomes more alert and adjusts his collar.]

The one and only. [...not really, but whatever.] Lay it on me.

[Adjusting his collar, wow. Willow has a hard time not laughing again, but she manages, instead shooting him an amused look.

But on topic, okay.] First, you have to promise that there will be no mocking or otherwise shaming. I understand that this is ridiculous and I don't need you to tell me! Got it?

[There's a knowing smirk.]

Guess they didn't tell you much about me if you need a disclaimer like that.

But ok, I'll play along.

Mostly they said you like to yell and watch a lot of romcoms, [she says matter-of-factly, starting to wonder if he even has any reason to be this cocky.

Welllll, she'll give this a shot, anyway. Willow takes a breath to collect herself, because gosh, first time admitting this out loud to someone else. She'd danced around the idea with maybe's before, but now she has to actually say it.]

I sorta... um. Very recently started-- dating. A troll. [Wait, quadrants, right. So she clarifies,] As matesprits, not the hate thing. And I got a bunch of advice already, but that was back when I wasn't sure, and now I am sure and I want to make sure I do this the right way.

[She transitions from hesitant to earnest by the end of her explanation, eyes wide and faintly pleading. Willow is nothing if not invested in romance.]

[The smirk doesn't leave at the mention of quadrants, and he offers a little shrug. But then the weight of what she said seems to settle in and he gives her a Look.]

A troll?

[Interspecies sloppy makeouts. He's not sure how he feels about that just yet.]

I know, I know. But I run into so many non-humans at home, it almost seems normal to me. [She doesn't seem defensive anymore, though; just resigned.] Both of my best friends have dated demons, and hey, my first boyfriend was a werewolf.

But this is... different. [The word here is that it almost seems normal to her. It's true that Willow has no trouble whatsoever treating non-humans just as she would any regular human, but she hasn't entirely thought this through yet in terms of dating one.]

Hey, whatever lady, it ain't my place to judge.

So you're matesprits. Sounds like you've already been given that schpeal. What brings you to my doorstep, then?

[Willow's not really sure what to make of how he seems totally cavalier and disinterested, but at the same is willing (and even eager?) to answer her questions.

But she plows ahead determinedly, wanting answers.] Right, I got the basic schpeal of how it works, but no one told me what's actually considered romantic! It can't still be picnics and roses, can it?

[Karkat scoffs at the suggestion.]

Hoo boy. I got a lotta work to do.

[He moves back to the table and kicks a chair over to her, sitting down in his own and folding his hands.]

Its a mating quadrant. They told you that, right? It ain't all that different from your customary tendencies, aside from the way matespritship and what you call "love" [He adds finger quotes for emphasis] are defined.

[...an interested pause.]

Flowers? That's all it takes to entice a human? Talk about shallow. You gotta go a little deeper than that if you want to impress a troll, sugar.

You're kind of insufferable, [she says matter-of-factly, even as she sits.] But okay, I'm listening. Just can it on the speciesism-- flowers work in movies, not so much in real life.

Which is why I'm asking. I know that it's a mating quadrant and the love equivalent, and honestly, he seems... pretty impressed already. But I'm a sweep them off their feet kind of girl. Why settle for mediocre?

[There's an edge of a grin as she says that, and while she does mean it, she can't quite take herself seriously.]

I get that a lot.

[He checks his nails as he listens.]

Well honestly, if you're really going for an Ampora here, its not gonna take much in my experience.

[Its a rib at all the Eridans in the tower, but he doesn't appear to mean it maliciously. He leans forward again to meet Willow's eyes.]

--hang on. Which Eridan are we talking about? Fuck knows there could be 12 of anyone here at any given time. Lowblood, highblood, midblood...give me some details here.