make mine a big mac

[crab]

WHO: khisanth, karkat vantas.
WHERE: louisiana swamp.
WHEN: april 6.
WARNINGS: khisanth. also karkat's foul mouth.
SUMMARY: apparently khisanth is in the mood for takeout.
FORMAT: quicklog.

[ karkat has found himself perched upon a large boulder, communicator out, perusing the network, looking for someone to be annoyed with. what could possibly go wrong here. certainly not an ambush from a horrifying dragon. that would be absurd. ]

Comments

[crab]

By troll standards, no, I'm not. We don't have the leisure of waiting until we're older to fill our quadrants like humans, if we don't get our red and black filled by the time the Imperial Drones arrive, we're culled. It's a literal matter of life and death for us. The conciliatory quadrants are less urgent, but it's still encouraged to have them full as soon as possible. Try to be culturally sensitive and think outside your own little sphere.

[onblackwings]

[ well she follows most of that, but the important part of that seems to be: ] You seem quick to placate your Imperial Drones, but less enthusiastic to placate the danger more immediate to you. That's an odd sense of preservation.

[crab]

What? [ did he miss something. ]

[onblackwings]

Most black dragons would have melted you after the first insult.

[crab]

[ AUGH. there is a pause in which, yes, a flash of horror crosses his face before he clumsily replaces the scowl. THERE IS A PAUSE IN WHICH HE GRASPS FOR WORDS. ]

... So why didn't you?

[onblackwings]

[ Well, the horror is nice, but that's a terribly irritating question. She purses her lips and glances away. ]

You're the friend of my... ward.

[crab]

Your what. [ he doesn't understand this word... ]

[onblackwings]

[ gross, don't make her explain it. time to amend. ]

You're Gamzee's friend.

[crab]

Oh. [ ... ] So why haven't you melted Gamzee? The stench of burning clown?

[onblackwings]

I'm responsible for him. [ She doesn't sound very pleased about that, though. ]

[crab]

So am I.

[onblackwings]

Yes, well, you didn't pluck him out of a prison. [ prison, asylum, whatever, same thing. ]

[crab]

I would go to prison for him before I let his useless bozo ass end up in one to begin with.