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[unconchonable]

WHO: Karkat and Eridan
WHERE: Some donut shop in Nonah
WHEN: An hour or so after Karkat's arrival
WHAT: Being dumbasses at a donut shop
WARNINGS: cursing and general jackassery


[It had been enough of a surprise to see Karkat's text on the network. That familiar grey left him with a lot on his mind, forthmost keeping Kanaya's murder on the DL for as long as he could. A feat he realized wasn't going to last long at all, but he figured he might as well take advantage of what he could get out of the nubby-horned leader while he could.

So, that lead him to seeking out the donut shop Karkat had mentioned. Having had left soon after Karkat linked him, it took him a considerate amount of time before finally showing up, and finding it.

And... Well, he was in for quite the treat, because true to Karkat's ridiculous nature, he certainly was making it easy to find him. Eridan walked in, staring straight at the fellow troll, eyebrow raising sharpy, refraining from saying anything.

He wants to see how much of a fool this idiot will make of himself. And if he'll even notice him.]

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[crabsurd]

[ Karkat is not ridiculous. Karkat is showing the world how to fucking conquer human donuts. He is running a campaign of complete and utter devastation. Armies of sugar-sprinkled treats will line up in front of him, and then they will fall.

Meaning that he's stuffing his stupid face while covered in smudges of frosting.

Annnnnd there's a donut neatly ringing one of his nubby horns.

Annnnnnnnnnnnd he's ranting at the half-empty crumb-covered box as he consumes the contents with extreme prejudice.

Y-yeah.

It takes him a good thirty seconds or so to actually look up and spot Eridan - way too long for him to recover any kind of dignity whatsoever. Not that there's any real shame in his expression as he clears his throat to speak. ]

Uh. Hey.

[ His gaze flicks between Eridan and his donuts before he waves an incredibly grumpy and sticky hand in the direction of Shitface McSeadweller. ]

Don't just stand there, you oozing fuckplague. Donuts.

[unconchonable]

[Of course, that entire length of time Eridan stands in front of the door he just walked in, staring at Karkat in absolute amusement. What a fuckin' mess, he's pretty sure Karkat hatched without shame. However, in his time being amused by his friend scarfing down sickeningly sweet pastries and making a complete and utter fool out of himself, he's failed to notice he's keeping a little old man from coming in.

Maybe said little old man would have jiggled the door, or even nudged a normal kid with it to get the ungrateful youth of today out of his little old man way, but he's left gawking at Eridan's back the whole time through the glass of the door; or rather more so at his horns. Not that Eridan cares, let alone notices, because when Karkat notices him, waving him over with a sugar encrusted hand, he'll be making his way on over.

Little old man free to come and go as he pleases, Karkat you are a hero.]

You seem to be enjoyin' yourself.

[a beat as he takes a seat, eying the box of donuts curiously.]

Enough to not giwe a shit about how fuckin' ridiculous you look right now. Eff-why-eye, you got a little somethin'... [he motions towards own horn to indicate you have a donut on your horn, you dumbass.]

[crabsurd]

[ Karkat reaches up towards his horn, pats at the donut and withdraws his hand. Time to get PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY up in this bitch. ]

I was saving it. For later. Because as leader I have to be ready for anything, and that includes eating bizarre earth human treats on the go. It's called preparing for a busy lifestyle, genius.

[ And just to prove the point that donuthorns are a good idea that he totally engaged in by choice, he puts another one on his other nub. Then shoves the box towards Eridan. Whether he's offering donuts for food or fashion purposes isn't entirely clear. ]

[unconchonable]

[Eridan just continues to watch Karkat with amused fascination. It's almost nostalgic in a way. Sure, it had only been perhaps a month since everything went down in the veil, by his perspective, but it feels like ages ago.

Ages since he was able to enjoy sitting down with friends and doing stupid kid stuff. Like wearing donuts or stuffing their faces with them. WHICH, admittedly, wasn't a pastime on Alternia, but whatever.]

Uh-huh.

[His simple reply, before he eyes the box being shoved at him. He does contemplate the meaning, does he want him to wear some donuts on his horns? He quints at Karkat, debating the meaning of this... But he decides, even if Karkat did mean for him to wear them, he rather try eating them instead. Taking out one of the sprinkle covered donuts, he inspects it, as if staring at it from all angles would tell him if this was indeed poison.

After a few seconds, he takes a bite - wow that shit is good.]

Well... I now know why you were stuffin' your maw with these things, they're pretty damn good. A credit to the human species for makin' somethin' actually worthwhile. But it don't rectify all their other bullshit.

[And he will just be taking another bite.]

[crabsurd]

Agreed.

[ He sprays forth a collection of crumbs and points at Eridan with a stickily emphatic finger as he speaks. I's pretty safe to assume that he's referring to the deliciousness status of donuts and to the humans being generally awful.

But mostly to the donuts thing. ]

We have to make sure they know that. That they know that the only way to hold back the pants-soiling might of our combined wrath is with human donuts.

[ He pauses thoughtfully - how best to raise awareness for this most important of causes? ]

We should write leaflets.

[ Karkat no ]

[unconchonable]

[There's an obvious look of disgust at the spray of crumbs and whatever else as Karkat talks. God, fuckin' land dwellers, seriously...]

Kar we are not makin' leaflets.

[Sometimes, Eridan wonders why they decided to let Karkat be the leader. He won't deny he has some modicum of talent with leading or, at least worrying about their concerns and addressing that shit. But it's times like this that really makes Eridan wonder.]

If we're gonna do somethin' like that, it should be dramatic. Flashy ewen, get a lot of attention, y'know? Fuckin' leaflets will be used to wipe their fuckin' creases with an' they probably wouldn't ewen hawe the decency to read it first.