Kankri sat on the couch with a leg crossed over the other, he was rather pleased with blabbering his mouth out for Karkat to listen, and Karkat was just sitting there with his legs spread out and hands on the space between his legs.
Karkat opened an eye, staring at the TV with it.
"Look at that fucker with his stupid flashlight being all happy like; "oh i'm running around the fucking room but I'm not getting my ass ripped in half because i'm such a CUNT."
"I don't believe that's a.. flashlight, karkat, it's a torch."
"Kankri, he's turning it on and off, how the /fuck/ do you be so quick as to turn something on a stink without having stupid problems with the lighter or matches!"
"Well, it looks firey though."
"IT'S A FUCKING FLASHLIGHT NOT A FUCKING TORCH! HE'S HOLDING A DAMN MECHANICAL OR ELECTRIC PIECE OF FUCKING STICK OR SOMETHING!" Karkat snapped in a louder angered voice.
"Alright! Alright! Calm down! Also, language."
"oh shut the fuck-!"
"Ohhhh my God, shut up you two, I'm trying to think here and you're screaming over whatever the guy is holding." The sufferer spoke up, pinching the bridge of his nose with a grunt.
"Karkat started it."
"AGH!"
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FP: *casually rps karkat for this mini-chapter*
