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[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.))

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Really? Always worked for me, bro. [and everyone knows Gamzee is the shining example of well-adjusted...]

Fine, do what you want. I just...

[sigh]

Never mind.

...something wrong? You can tell me.

Nothing is wrong.

I just don't know whether to believe you when you say shit like that.

Aww, I wouldn't lie to you, best friend. I guess...it's just easier for me to be up than down, you know? [His gaze goes distant for a second.] Ain't like crying about shit's gonna change nothing, so I might as well focus my sponge on the mirthful side of things.

[He's not really talking about Jade anymore.]

If it was possible to just be happy, no questions asked, no drawbacks whatsoever, everyone would do that.

[Well, not him. He knows he would always sabotage himself. Some time ago, he probably would have believed that Gamzee had found a way to really accomplish what he said he's doing, but Karkat doesn't believe that anymore. Not when he knows how much rage is buried below the surface.]

[a shrug] Might not be easy, but it ain't impossible. That's just how faith is. Even in the darkest of carnivals, you gotta be believing a light will shine soon.

[And as far as Gamzee's concerned, it works perfectly fine for him.]

So you always say.

So I know. I just wish you could be believing it too instead of always getting yourself down about shit that ain't your fault.

I don't get down on myself about things that aren't my fault.

Uhhh...sure you do, best friend. All the motherfuckin' time. [Even Gamzee is not oblivious enough to have missed this.]

No. I don't.

There are just more things that are my fault than you think. So shut the fuck up.

[Gamzee mumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like 'I don't think so', but obediently shuts the fuck up.

He does not, however, wipe the highly dubious look off his face that can be made out even through the clown paint.]

[That look that implies he is being judged by a clown just irritates him too much. He tries to ignore it, but he can't bring himself to.]

Can you fucking stop looking at me like that? Go ahead, name something you think isn't my fault, I'll be happy to correct you.

Uhhh...everything. [gosh that was easy]

Guess what? That was a really convenient example for me, because you're exactly wrong.

...naaaaaaaaw, I know my thinkpan ain't the fastest or working the best, but I think I'm right on this one.

Fuck you.

[Just slumping over the cushions in a little anger and depression huddle.]

[oh no, w-was he supposed to agree that everything is Karkat's fault, he just can't win here

well, maybe a cuddle will help him feel better...]

You're the only motherfucker who ever believes in all those nasty untruths you spew about yourself, you know. You gotta try getting your faith all up in something other than that and just chill out a little.

Sure. And it's not actually that helpful to have everyone tell me I'm full of it and making up problems because I'm just that fucked in the sponge. But it's more complicated than just sorry, wasn't your fault.

I was supposed to...I don't know.

[He trails off, still looking miserable but not shrugging Gamzee off, either. Just tense and frustrated.]

[paps him on the arm a little hesitantly]

I don't think you're full of anything, I just ain't getting my understand on about why you don't like yourself as much as all us motherfuckers be liking you.

Hahaha, I don't know what you were all supposed to be doing, but if you don't know now, how could you be knowing back then? [somehow...this logic makes sense in his head...]

I know what I was supposed to do.

I just couldn't do it.

[he shrugs] Then you couldn't do it. Still don't mean whatever happened was your fault, or that you should be blaming yourself for all up and following your heart.

Besides, whatever it was, it ain't mattering none. We're all here and all right, aren't we? Except Aradia, but I bet she'll be showing up real soon too.

I guess.

And then what happens when one of us gets dragged back. What happens when this town does terrible things to us? What happens when the fucking lunatics in our number finally snap?

The reason we're all okay with staying here, despite everything, is because of how terrible our reality is and it wasn't supposed to be that way.

If, bro, not when. What happens if they don't? Why get your motherfuckin' stress on about something that might not even be happening? And the town's already pulled some real ugly business and we're all still fine, yeah? Ain't a problem long as we all stick tight together.

Ain't like that's a bad thing. Some of these motherfuckers I've been up and chatting with - they wanna go home, but they're all what trapped inside like a clown car. Least we can be getting our appreciate on about the miracles in this town.

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