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[crab]

WHO: karkat and you.
WHERE: UH WOW I'M BAD AT NEW YORK'S GEOGRAPHY SO ANYWHERE REALLY HELP ME OUT but around/not too far from 86th and 3rd i guess.
WHEN: 22nd april.
WARNINGS: karkat's pottymouth.
SUMMARY: karkat's curiosity has gotten the better of him and he is exploring the city. and he has managed to get himself lost OOPS.
FORMAT: quicklog.

[ not only is it daylight, which is extraordinarily unsettling for someone who has grown up in a society that associated daylight with being scorched and blinded, but earth cities are a lot more noisy and crowded than on alternia oh my god. EVERYTHING IS SO BRIGHT AND LOUD AND THERE ARE SO MANY ADULTS???? HE HAS NEARLY BEEN HIT BY A CAR TWICE. HELP. someone assist the thirteen year old alien wandering about looking anxious and bewildered. occasionally spitting out a few verses of profanity. ]

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afternoon @ papaya king

[culver]

[Nill has her hands folded behind her back as she stands outside of Papaya King, rocking on her heels, wings flitting a bit. She was deciding whether or not she wanted a hot dog. The automatic answer was yes, but she still deigned to wait outside and make a decision.]

[crab]

[ while nill considers the conundrum of hot dogs, karkat considers the conundrum of where in asscrack avenue he is. he walks by her to begin with, but-

weren't those wings... he knows someone with wings...

he is whirling around and marching back the way he came. YES. SOMEONE HE RECOGNIZES. ALSO SOMEONE WHO ISN'T OBNOXIOUS. ]

Nill!

[culver]

[Hearing her name, she blinks in confusion and then turns... seeing a person who is obviously a troll. She recognizes the grey skin and horns, at least. And his voice is familiar--this is Karkat! She hasn't actually met him, but it's nice to finally get the chance to. She just wonders if he'll be as wordy in-person as he is over the comms. Not that she'd mind--it was kind of cute.

Lifting a hand,the blonde waves with a smile, turning away from the restaurant to greet him.]

[crab]

[ he approaches her and the restaurant. he looks a strange combination of awkward and irate with a tinge of relief. ]

You would not- I cannot- believe the almighty flood of runny shit I've been put through today. It is like today has been one humongous mechanical clothes cleansing device filled with excrement and I have been the unfortunate, lone sock left on spin cycle. Where are we. Besides hell.

[culver]

[Wow that is one combination of emotions that she has actually seen quite often on Heine! So she is going to do her best to. Not make it worse. As he speaks, her brow furrows and her expression becomes more and more sympathetic. Poor Karkat. She reaches out to gently pat his shoulder.]

[crab]

[ he reflexively tenses a little when she touches him, but besides that, he doesn't shrug her hand off.

he also doesn't. actually know she can't talk so he's going to repeat his question. ]

Where are we?

[culver]

[Oh whoops. Well, she gestures to the big sign that says "Papaya King," hoping that will be a good enough answer for him! Because to be hones, she is not really sure what else to say. Well, gesture at.]

[crab]

[ uh. he looks up at the sign, then back down at her. ]

Who the fuck is a Papaya King and why does he reign over tropical fruits.

[culver]

[Oh, honey. She can't help but silently laugh. But she reaches for his hand, intending to lead him to the counter so she can order a hotdog for both of them.]

[crab]

[ he... follows...

confused. ]

What's the matter, do you have a frond nub jammed down your chute or something?

[culver]

[She doesn't know what he means... but she gets the gist of it and uses her thought-speak power to answer, without thinking. In his head, he'll hear Nill's voice in whatever way he might imagine it.]

I cannot talk.

[crab]

[ he jumps because wow he was not expecting that, and claps both hands over his ears. ]

Holy shit!

[culver]

[Nill hops back as well, wings folded close to her back, looking upset with herself. She hadn't meant to scare him; but she forgot that she could do that, really.]

[crab]

[ he probably wouldn't have jumped as violently otherwise, but the sensory overload the city has given him has set him pretty damn on edge. ]

Well. Fuck. So, what, you're mute? You really do have a figurative frond nub down your chute, then?

[culver]

[Her cheeks redden. She nods, wings stretching out and fluttering a bit. She had pulled them against her back so quickly that they had cramped a bit.]

[crab]

[ karkat unfortunately doesn't have a record of being sensitive about other people's physical handicaps. ]

Well you get a one way ticket to being markedly less obnoxious than half the population in one fell swoop. I'm guessing the telepathy bullshit is your power?

[culver]

[It's actually kind of nice to not immediately be pitied. Nill has never really felt handicapped because of her muteness. She nods at the question, a smile making its way back to her face.]

[crab]

Could you warn someone before you go around projecting your thoughts into their brains? And don't go through mine. That's private.

[culver]

[She nods, but holds up her hands and shakes her head when he tells her to "not go through his." She couldn't actually do that; she could only talk.]

[crab]

Is that a no, I'm going to go through your thoughts anyway because fuck you Karkat, or no I'm not going to do that because I'm making it my goal in life to not be a hefty butt chomping douchesack?

[culver]

[After deciphering his speech, she holds up two fingers to indicate the second option.]