♋ PCG 13

[crusthatecean]

[Action, 1338 Benny Road; Thursday afternoon]

[Well, Karkat intended to go to the Post Office as soon as the zombie threat was finished. But early the next morning, he was forced to go to school instead, so it's not until afterward that he's able to make it.

Finally, he manages to make it back to his hive with an unwieldy recuperacoon, only to be greeted by Jade's drone, even though she was fine just earlier that day. Between being stuck as a human again and finding out about that, he's in a bad mood, so he'll just be sitting on the couch channel flipping next to the recuperacoon and judging everything on TV.]

[Phone]

Guess what? I'm human again. Karkat, really? You're human? Wow, I didn't recognize you at all! How'd that happen? When are you going back to normal? What do you look like now? Wait, we've never met, but you're were a species other than human in the first place?

There, that's all out of the way. We can now returned to your regularly scheduled not giving a shit about this. Anyone who does decide to bother me about this subject will be ignored in the iciest fashion possible.

In much more important but equally beyond our ability to do anything about news, Harley is apparently panscrubbed. No, I don't know why or how long she'll be gone for.

((OOC: Karkat is human again, and will be until I say otherwise even if I use his troll icons. He looks pretty much the same only not grey with horns and with browner hair and brown eyes. Not red like in the icons, yeah.))

Comments

phone;

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Shit son, you just went and answered all my questions before I could think to think 'em up. Can't even imagine how full of useful tidbits and direction your little notebook must be over there.

Know what, fuck all this free will noise, I'm turnin' into a mindless sheep right now. What's my next move, oh wise and ornery one.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Well, if I have to predict?

I'm sure you're continue to irritate me. I see a lot of that in your future.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Right, got it.

Any reason you got that stick so far up your suddenly human ass, or is that just the usual? Wait, don't even answer, I already know.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Now it's your turn to impress and amaze me with the power of your foresight.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a'ight.

You'd be just as easy to annoy tomorrow as you are every other day. Goddamn, just call me Miss Cleo.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I'm not even going to ask what a Miss Cleo is, because I don't care.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't find her in these parts anyway. She's way too legit for this shit.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Good for her.

Did you need something, or are you just giving me my daily dose of confirmation that I hate everyone in this town?

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Just here to give you that daily dose, bro.

Hallelujah, does he believe? Nobody really gives two shits in the grand scheme and all, but I try to get the message out there.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

What would I do without you?

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Die young and unexpectedly, just like the rest of the world.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

No doubt, but that was going to happen anyway.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

So this shit's stickin' to you like the lint in your pockets. You're the beer and it's the redneck uncle, always just in time for the weekly apocalypse.