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[gnasher]

and that doesn't make it less space racist

[alienates]

YEAH.
HE'S THE ONE WE LOCKED IN THE FRIDGE.
ALSO FUCK YOU, MAYBE WE HAD SOME, YOU DON'T KNOW IF WE DON'T OR NOT?
SINCE WHEN WERE YOU AN EXPERT OF ALTERNIAN HISTORY?

[gnasher]

considering all of that was alarming or bullshit and nonsense i'm just going to send your texts to the spam folder until you get here

[alienates]

YOU ARE SO IMPATIENT.
GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES.

[gnasher]

i forgot how slow you are on those short legs...

[alienates]

THIS SHORT LITTLE LEG IS GOING TO GO UP YOUR EXCREMENT CHUTE IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP.

[gnasher]

if only you could run, instead of just run your mouth.

[alienates]

RIN, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WANT TO FIGHT ME SO BADLY?
I FEEL LIKE WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS.
IT'S LIKE YOU ENJOY GETTING YOUR ASS KICKED OR SOMETHING.

[gnasher]

we can talk all you want when you actually drag your snail ass here. i've been timing you. the elapsed time of your bitching is 46 years.

[alienates]

EVERY TIME YOU SAY SOMETHING STUPID I SIT DOWN AND CHECK INSTACLAM.
I'M DOING IT RIGHT NOW, IN FACT.
BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO STOPPED SAYING STUPID SHIT TO ME SINCE THIS CONVERSATION STARTD.

[ he's actually around the corner from rin's room ]

[gnasher]

[Karkat recieves a notification on Instaclam; it's a close-up of Rin, baring his teeth, with his middle finger extended towards the camera. the caption reads "47 years"]

[alienates]

[ karkat comments on the picture ("BLOCKED") and then rin will hear a knock on the door.

open up, fucker. ]

[gnasher]

[Rin only has time to snort at the comment before he does indeed open up; as he lets Karkat in, Karkat might notice a very suspect change to the general layout of Rin's room. typically, Rin's room -- which he shares with Makoto now (just Makoto) -- is very tidy, with clear floors, books stacked in rows, exercise equipment carefully stacked, outfits hanging on hooks on the wall so they don't wrinkle. everything in its place]

[today, however, this neat and clean aesthetic is being interrupted by -- a pile]

[Rin's never made a pile before. well, no, he made piles as a kid -- building forts with Sousuke, playing with Gou, that kind of stuff -- but never as a weird gay alien gesture of soul-friendship]

[(Rin's always impatient when he's nervous)]

[the pile consists of, as Kanaya instructed him, Objects Favored By Either One Or Both Parties In The Relationship. Rin struggled with this quite a bit, and his pile is not remotely uniform; it's composed of lots of soft burrito-capable blankets and his own pillows (he's not going to sit on a bunch of uncomfortable shit??), which have some romance novels sticking out of the sides (the first three Twilight books), chunky sweaters (Makoto's, since Rin doesn't own things that obscure his sick bod), a bunch of those crappy Quadrants And You pamphlets Karkat gives out (picked up from other people leaving them around), a few pairs of Rin's goggles, Karkat's stuffed crab, and finally their shared robot crab, Pele, who is projecting images of confetti and exclamation points over her head. Rin didn't tell her to do that, but she must have learned recently what Surprises!!! were]

[Rin clears his throat, as if to say something, and -- doesn't, then, because he's awkward]

[alienates]

[ he's barely even through the door when he spots it and just. freezes. he almost comments on rin suddenly forgetting how to clean his room. and then he almost asks how the fuck did rin get karkat's stuffed crab??

but instead he just stares at the pile, in silence, which is probably concerning enough in itself because karkat being completely quiet for any prolonged period of time is weird. ]

Is that a pile.

[ even though he's asking, it doesn't come out as a question. ]

[gnasher]

I'm. Not really sure, honestly.

[okay, now he's growing redder. it felt ridiculous while he was doing the thing, and he's not sure what he was expecting, but]

I can do it over if I messed it up. It's not a big deal.

[the prolonged silence is weird, and he wants to die. not that it's a big deal or anything, just toss his body into the ocean to be eaten by landsharks, thanks]

[alienates]

[ these last few months are pretty high up there in The Absolute Worst for karkat, with january reigning supreme there. there has been very, very few things that have give him any actual genuine joy and now he has this pile

seriously how did rin get the stuffed crab ]

No it's. A pile.

[ HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO CRY? ]

[gnasher]

That's sort of what I was going for at the basic level.

[if anyone knows what "about to cry" looks like, it's Rin Matsuoka, reigning monarch over embarrassing emotional displays in public]

[so as Karkat's face sort of scrunches up, Rin jerks to action, first stepping towards Karkat with an oh shit expression on. then, he changes his mind, and goes back to the pile. he pulls one of the Twilight books out]

M, Maybe it'll be a better one if I take this crap out of it --

[alienates]

Put Edward Cullen back in that pile, I swear to fuck.

[ he quickly rubs at his eyes because no. there are no tears here, that was simply an illusion or something? but he walks to the pile and sits on it. ]

1/2

[gnasher]

[gives Karkat a "really??? really????" look, but jams it back between the folds of one of the blankets]

[and then sits on the pile with Karkat, saying nothing for a few awkward moments.......]

[gnasher]

[and then exhales explosively and super anime, puuuuuuaaaahh! before letting himself fall sideways into Karkat with his full bodyweight, head tilted back to loudly complain]

This month really sucked! What the hell!

[and now he's crushing Karkat with his body, A Ham Shark]

[is he piling right??? who cares. he's just glad Karkat seems to like the pile; not that he saw anybody crying, or anything]

[alienates]

Wow, did it? I haven't noticed.

[ he may be upset but that doesn't mean he won't be a sarcastic ass. gotta keep up his aesthetic. ]

You are completely welcome to join me in the getting buried plan.

[gnasher]

I'm not admitting defeat yet.

[some shifting, and Rin removes a pair of his own goggles from his back, tossing them to the other side of the pile]

And you're not either.

[he's talking lightly, but he's been pretty upset too; he hadn't told Karkat yet, so he adds, clarifying a bit with a brittle quirk to his mouth (still lightly crushing his friend)]

My rival disappeared, while you were off-base.

[alienates]

Haru?

[ he turns sharply towards rin so he might... dislodge the guy a little from his position on karkat ]

Holy shit, why didn't you tell me earlier?

[gnasher]

You were already going through a bunch of shit. You didn't need mine on top of it.

[he realises that's a bit reductive, and he supports his own damn weight, fingers picking at the edges of a blue-polka dot blanket. fidgeting isn't really a habit of Rin's; he's definitely still processing, even if it's been two whole days since he actively cried about it. he adds]

Plus it kept feeling more real every time I told somebody, you know? So I just... didn't want to talk about it.

[Karkat probably knows]

[alienates]

[ he definitely knows. the less you talk about it, the more you can pretend that everything is fine and that you have everything under control. when you give it a voice then there's no taking back the fact that someone else knows you aren't okay. ]

I would ask if you're okay but we both know the answer to that already.