voice;

[amoray]

So.

Any a you ewer had a nemesis before? Like fated fuckin' contentiousness, always gettin' up each others' gills doin' shit just to irritate 'em, duelin' to practically the death, maybe makin' out a little, that kinda thing.

See, I'm in the market for just that particular arrangement, and while I'm personally a master of the bellicose arts and don't need any adwice or nothin', I obwiously got a wested interest in how humans go about poorly imitatin' the quadrant. What with my bein' the main troll-human confidante in these parts and such.

[he pronounces it "con-fee-dawn-tay". also he means intermediary.]

Despite most of you bein' from a society bearin' a sewerely inferior romance system and therefore gettin' your emotions all scrambled up wrong from the get-go 'cos of it, I'd appreciate hearin' some personal tales.

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[centurybaby]

Yeah, like what? Being a fucking pushover pussy who lets people get away with killing him and shit?

[crab]

[ karkat growls. literally growls, like an angry terrier. ]

You don't even know what you're talking about, so cut the bullshit act like you even have the slightest inkling of what went on between us. You're not a troll. I wouldn't expect you to understand what it means to make someone pay. I have better things to do like worrying about shit that is actually important and relevant to the god damn present. When and how and if I make him pay is none of your business or your concern, so do me a favor and shove your opinion back up your crusty nook where it came from.

[centurybaby]

[ a long, tense pause.




then, at length, she just makes a vaguely amused noise. ]

Better.

[crab]

[ karkat huffs a little, vaguely confused. ]

What? Are you done, then?

[centurybaby]

[ with a shrug. ]

Yeah. Guess you're not a huge pussy after all.

[crab]

I'm overcome with honor and gratitude. [ sarcastic, but without any aggressive bite to it. ]

[centurybaby]

You're fucking welcome.

[ mildly: ]

We should hang out. Someone who's not completely shoved up their own ass needs to explain this troll shit to me.

[crab]

[ he perks up. potential romance exposition opportunities!!

also hanging out with jenny would be cool too he guesses. his voice sounds marginally less grouchy. ]

You're asking the right person when it comes to quadrants, so congrats on that front. When and where?

[centurybaby]

On my fucking spaceship. D'uh. Whenever your busy fucking troll schedule opens up.

[crab]

How the fuck am I supposed to get to space? [ he could ask kanaya BUT THAT MAY BE BAD FORM. ]

[centurybaby]

I'll tell the Carrier to beam you up. She'll be fucking gentle, I promise.