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==> Karkat: Reminisce on old Pesterlogs.
CG: I'VE NEVER BEEN DESPERATE.
GC: SO WHY NOW?
CG: HE'S SO COOL, BUT WE DON'T TALK.
He’s all slick lips and glasses, and it’s driving you mad. You’ve wanted to kiss the fucker for however long eternity is in human years. Your thinkpan is littered with the thought of him; it’s screaming red. Red, red, red. Your blood. Your feelings. Dave. Terezi is the only one that knows, she’s basically your mental dump. Pesterlog after pesterlog you have with her. It’s almost nauseating how obsessed you are.
Six sweeps old; won’t admit it. Your body is practically screaming with how frustrated it is, and so are you. It’s pathetic, you think. Karkat Fucking Vantas, leader of an apocalyptic clusterfuck and in charge of 11 other trolls; mutantblood falling for a human boy. You don’t understand why you’re attracted to him. He’s a total fucking dick with stupid hair, yet you want to run your hands through it. You’re gonna just snap one of these days. You just need some time alone. Not necessarily alone by yourself, though.
Shiing!
You shake your head and look back down at your husktop. Whoop-de-fucking-doo, a pester form none other than Dave Strider.
-turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 03:02–
TG: hey karkat
CG: WHAT DO YOU WANT ASSWIPE
TG: woah woah, no need to bring out the insults
TG: i just wanted to ask
Fuck.
TG: did you like
Fuck.
TG: talk to tz anytime
–carcinoGeneticist [CG] began pestering gallowsCalibrator [GC] at 03:06–
CG: TEREZI
CG: IT’S ABOUT DAVE
GC: LMAO WH4T D1D H3 S4Y TH1S T1M3
CG: THE PRICK JUST PESTERED ME OUT OF NOWHERE AND ASKED IF I HAD TALKED TO YOUR ASS ANYTIME
GC: W3LL
GC: DON'T L13
CG: DAMMIT TZ THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT
GC: W3LL WH4T D1D YOU M34N
– carcinoGeneticist [CG] is now an idle chum! –
GC: HO3’S M4D LOL
CG: NO, WHY
TG: just asking dude
TG: someone said that you said i liked you
TG: and i just wanted to clear up that
TG: well
TG: i fucking dont
--carcinoGeneticist [CG] is now an idle chum! –
TG: okay just ignore me like that i guess
TG: i dont care
==> Dave: Care about Karkat ignoring you.
You do fucking care.
He can’t just out you like that. You do like him, but he’s a fucking prick. Something about him just makes you want to grab him by the horns and… yeah. You’ve known you like guys, but nobody else knows. Nobody else can know. They’ll tell Dirk, and that’ll be an entire fuckfest of emotions that you haven’t even processed yourself. Hell, you don’t even know if you actually like like him. You might just like him, which is not the same as like liking, but also not to be confused with like, liking to like like him. You don’t like that you like him, like liking or otherwise, because liking or like liking a guy could be confused with liking him in a different like way, and…
You’re pathetic. You’re thirteen years old, and everything adds up to it. You’re stuck inside a burning meteor for the foreseeable future, and you’re spending it with your sister, her girlfriend, Karkat Vantas, and a juggalo in the vents. Your forms of entertainment are a grand total of a shitty computer, headphones, and the endless emotional cans of worms to be pried open by this situation constructed by a lunatic. It’s hell, and it’s hot. Everything about this trip is hot. The air, the sick beats, and the wall of repressed emotions. What could go wrong?
==> Everything goes wrong.