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capeandcowllogs2013-10-18 02:21 am
crab) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-10-18 02:21 am
i talk to god as much as i talk to satan
WHO: karkat vantas and harley quinn.
WHERE: an ihop somewhere.
WHEN: october 18th.
WARNINGS: the people in this log are warnings unto themselves.
SUMMARY: harley mooches pancakes off of a certain grumpy troll and some feelings are probably talked about.
FORMAT: quick.
[ karkat has always been rather talented at making a scene, and today is no exception. anyone passing on this particular street sometime in the afternoon of october 18th will witness one karkat vantas striving to perfect the art of throwing a tantrum.
one hand cradling the right side of his face -- his lip appears a little swollen -- and the other gesturing as vehemently as one could manage without actively punching passerbys in the face, he is all but beside himself with anger, and taking it out very vocally, and very loudly, on the object of his indignation, whatever could have been so unspeakably stupid or heinous as to incur such boundless wrath--
he's cussing out a street lamp. one he'd collided with, due to paying more attention to browsing his communicator than where he was putting his feet. ]
WHERE: an ihop somewhere.
WHEN: october 18th.
WARNINGS: the people in this log are warnings unto themselves.
SUMMARY: harley mooches pancakes off of a certain grumpy troll and some feelings are probably talked about.
FORMAT: quick.
[ karkat has always been rather talented at making a scene, and today is no exception. anyone passing on this particular street sometime in the afternoon of october 18th will witness one karkat vantas striving to perfect the art of throwing a tantrum.
one hand cradling the right side of his face -- his lip appears a little swollen -- and the other gesturing as vehemently as one could manage without actively punching passerbys in the face, he is all but beside himself with anger, and taking it out very vocally, and very loudly, on the object of his indignation, whatever could have been so unspeakably stupid or heinous as to incur such boundless wrath--
he's cussing out a street lamp. one he'd collided with, due to paying more attention to browsing his communicator than where he was putting his feet. ]