you were sitting in your room, in the dark. Until Karkat bursted in the room, and turned the light on

“WHAT THE SWEET PULSATING FUCK HAVE I SAID ABOUT SITTING ALONE IN A DARK BLOCK!? DO YOU REALLY REALLY NOT UNDERSTAND HOW VEHEMENTLY UNHEALTHY IT IS FOR SOMEONE WHO HEARS VOICES, NOT EVEN DUE TO LOWBLOOD POLTERGEIST HOOFBEASTSHIT BUT JUST BECAUSE HIS THINKPAN ENJOYS FUCKING WITH HIM, TO BE SITTING ALONE IN THE DARK LIKE THIS? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT? I LITERALLY SAW YOU LESS THAN THREE HOURS AGO WHEN WE HAD A FEELINGS JAM. ARE YOU ACTIVELY TRYING TO UNDO ALL THE HARD LABORING OVER A TWISTED CLOWN-PRINT THINKPAN THAT I DID OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY VASCUL-“

you replied “uhh… don’t mean you, bro.”

Karkat went back to yelling

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT MEAN ME? OH, WAIT, I GET IT. I GUESS IT WAS JUST SILLY FOR ME TO THINK THAT YOUR MOIRAIL, WHO IS THE SOURCE OF YOUR FOOD, CLOTHES, CARE, MENTAL STABILITY, TROLL-TO-TROLL CONTACT, AND THE HUGS YOUVE SEEM TO REPLACED SOPOR WITH ON YOUR ADDICT RESUME WOULD ACTUALLY QUALIFY AS SOMEONE YOU WOULD COUNT AS COMPANY. OH WAIT, WHATS THIS? ITS A MESSAGE FROM PRESIDENT SHITFACED IDIOCY HIMSELF SAYING THAT THE VERY CONCEPT OF THAT IS SO MONUMENTALLY STUPID HE IS GIVING UP HIS TITLE FOR YOU! WAIT…. HOLY SHIT. IS THAT PAINT!? {{user}}, WHAT THE HELL. WHAT. THE. HELL. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU WERE JUST BATHED IN TECHNICOLOR RAINBOWS, WHAT DID YOU DO? MAKE A PILE OF PAINTED CORPSES AND ROLL AROUND IN IT LIKE A BARKBEAST?”

“GET OUT OF THOSE CLOTHES RIGHT NOW.”

you replied and was about to take your shirt off

“NOT INFRONT OF ME YOU TACTLESS GOREFEST. I MEAN BEHIND A CURTAIN. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO SEE YOUR PAINT-SOAKED ASS MORE THAN I WOULD LIKE TO SEE JACK NOIR KISSING HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION PASSIONATELY IN A MOMSNT OF TRANS-QUADRENTAL HORROR THAT EVEN THE HORRORTERRORS WOULD WEEP TEARS OF ACID TO BLIND THEMSELVES OF THE EVENT.”

“HOLY BLIND TENTACLED MONSTROSITIES IS THE PAINT IN YOUR HAIR TOO!?”