“Yeah?” Gamzee didn't know how he said that. His best motherfucking friend stilled beside him. Revealing the bright red bloodstains on the edge of its pages, where Karkat had sliced open his finger.Īll the breath left Gamzee's chest in a whoosh, before he even realized what he was seeing. “Aw, motherfu-!” Gamzee looked at the offending object, pages falling open as it splayed innocently on his lap. The book fell onto Gamzee's head, making him sit up quickly and clutch his horn base where it had been hit. “…Silvas looked into Laytir's blue oculars, breathless as they- shit!” Karkat hissed, dropping the book he had been reading as he clutched his finger.
Gamzee was listening to his best motherfucking friend read one of his novels to him, head pillowed in Karkat's lap as rain fell against the window panes, when it happened.
$1,500 a day, 5 days a week, and $3,000 for the weekends? Shit, he might even make it through college without subsisting exclusively on ramen. “Scout’s honor,” he said sarcastically, flipping her off. “Fur-om 8 to 6! And dress nice, Karkitty! You’re there to impurress!” “So how long will it be, anyway?” he asked, taking off his uniform (a brown apron with kitty-cat paw prints and cat hair-bow) and tugging on his grey turtleneck. “I guess I’ll get my assignments online,” he squeaked.
SPAZATTACK URBAN TERROR MAPS PLUS
“A hundred and fifty dollars an hour, plus tips. “Whatefur- WHATEVER he’s offering, I still need to go to class, so-” “He asked for mew specifically, Karkitty! And he offurred to pay mew extra fur the trouble!” Nepeta had a shipurr’s gleam in her eyes as she gave Karkat the news. Apparently, he liked making Karkat’s life miserable so much, he hired Little Cubes Tea Shop to supply coffee for the actors, and had specifically requested “the cutie with the eyebags and the adorable little nubs”. She’d given him a job in her tea shop so he could actually go to college and not starve (even with the scholarship he got because of his mutation AND his ancestor’s trust fund for him, college was still too fucking expensive), and it’d been going pretty well, up until the brunet regular with anime shades who always ordered the most complicated thing on the menu turned out to be a blond with normal-ish shades, who was also Dave fucking Strider, director of godawful movies and asshole extraordinaire. This time, it was actually because of Nepeta. For once, it wasn’t because of someone’s incompetence, or a customer in the shitty coffee shop being an asshole because he supposedly was too slow or did their latte wrong, or just because his creative writing teacher was a speciesist fuck and had made him rewrite an essay ten times (that’s not hyperbolic, she’d done it before) because one bullshit reason or another. This wasn’t unusual, but it was a different brand of screaming than the usual. Dave is directing Complacency of the Learned or something for Rose, who is having a GREAT time trying to set them up.
SPAZATTACK URBAN TERROR MAPS MOVIE
In which Karkat is the coffee boy at a movie set and this annoying fucking guy is hitting on him, and oh wait, that guy is the director of said movie.
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