You have been paired together with Karkat Vantas to accomplish a partner diary. Meanwhile, you try to figure out your flushed feelings for your online friend, carcinoGeneticist. Fueled with youthfulness and womanly hormones, you are determined to ma...
During the first hour of travel, everyone pitched into a light conversation. You learned that Nepeta and Equius were childhood moirails, much like Achlys and yourself. Nepeta shared how much she adored shipping people together, despite being aromantic and asexual herself. "I am my own OTP!" She exclaimed proudly.
So far, you haven't made any form of direct interaction with Karkat. He's been unnaturally quiet, aside from occasional jokes and jabs pointed at others. You were stuck with deciding whether or not to be the one to insinuate a conversation. How on earth do people talk about emotions?
"Look at this, (Name)," Achlys called your attention, reaching over the headrest of your seat and showing you her phone. You could see a post on her Chittr newsfeed. It was the original version of the picture that Karkat sent you through PesterChum.
"I did promise to show you the original." She winked.
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A/N: I made the layout of this image myself, which is also why my updates have been heckin' slow. Credits to my wonderful s/o for the coloring and shading of Karkat and Achlys!
"Finally! I've been wanting to see this for so long." You laughed, taking her phone in your hand and showing it to Karkat. "You look stupid in this picture." You teased, thinking that it would at least be a start to a normal friendly conversation.
Karkat leaned closer to get a better look at the post, causing your shoulders to touch for several seconds. He then cupped his hand under yours and adjusted your arm for him to see the image better. You blushed at the feeling of his hand on yours.
"For the last fucking time, I do not look like a serial killer. What sorcery did you do to make me look this sinister?" Karkat questioned, finally letting go of your hand. The physical contact only lasted for a few moments, but it already made you so flustered. This is crazy! He's driving you crazy!
"Bitch, you look like that by default." Achlys retorted. Karkat's expression changed to the same stoic speak-and-I-will-kill-you expression in the picture.
"Karkat, I know you and Lys don't get along, but please at least try to coexist with her. Just for this trip." you tugged on Karkat's sweater, pulling him down to his seat. The feeling of the soft fabric in your fingers made you wonder how cozy it would be to wear his sweaters— (Name), pull yourself together, damn it! This is not the time to be daydreaming about wearing Karkat's clothes!
Karkat tossed his head back and sighed in exasperation, finally letting himself be pulled down by you. He made sure to flash his middle finger at Achlys through the gap of the leather seat. "When was this picture taken?" You asked.
"Three years ago, when Karkat and his dad arrived to earth." Achlys shrugged. "I was the only person his dad remembered 'cause I got transferred to this neighborhood with them. They called me up, and I was kind enough to grace them with my helpful presence." She concluded smugly.
