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[caliginous]

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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[caliginous]

[He props his head up with his hand and waits for her to figure it our, one finger rolling the maroon and teal marbles back and forth under his other hand, leaving the cerulean by itself.]

You came to ask me what to do to romance a troll, right?

[Its an honest question, free of sarcasm. The tone sounds like he's leading her to the answer.]

[guiltapalooza]

Yeah, and so far all I'm feeling is fruitless and stupid, [she says in frustration, not getting it.] Fruitlessly stupid, even, which is not the objective.

Could you skip to the big reveal, please?

[caliginous]

The point is that you've already done it.

[He sits back up to gesture again, still holding both the aforementioned marbles.]

He pities you for you, not for any special thing you ain't done yet. My point previously being that he ain't as focused on the material pleasure as a highblood like myself might be.

[He offers her a coy little smirk and a wink before leaning forward again, folding both hands around his teal and maroon marbles.]

So unless you're talking to me to advance the purpose of the quadrant--[He moves his eyebrows suggestively]--you ain't doing anything wrong.

[guiltapalooza]

... I'm not? [She looks like she's not entirely sure how to process that, taken aback by the idea.] I think I have the purpose down just fine.

But me not doing anything wrong, wow. I don't think I've heard that one in a while. [Although the words are self-pitying, Willow's preoccupation clears a moment later, and she's giving him a slightly wry, lop-sided smile.] Thanks. You are pretty good at this, aren't you?

[Maybe being somewhat intolerable was just part of his character. Like Anya.]