Karkat had never expected this, first he was met by some dumbass poser in Starbucks, now he's having to live with him. Life has been incedibly difficult ever since The Accident. The worst part of the recent bullshit is that everybody tried to share their sympathy with him, the fuckers.
"Hey, stop standing there and do something to help me, why don't ya?"
Oh, that's right, mister perfection over here can't stand doing much on his own, can he? If you're going to be a rude and persistent fucker about helping someone, at least let them relax and take a moment to think about what's happening.
"Hurry up idiot, my arms are getting tired and I'm not going to wait for you much longer."
"Yea, yea, fuckass, I'm coming, you don't need to help me at all, you know?"
"Right, I guess I should have just left you out on the street with nothing looking like a hopeless kitten left out in the rain."
"No need to be melodramatic, i'm not even going to live with you for long, get it? Once I get a decent enough job, I'm leaving your whiny ass forever, alright? We will never see each other again."
"That's what they all say, just you wait and see, you'll be fallin' for Dr. D. J, Love in no time, and you'll be crying at the idea of leaving me."
"What other ones? You mean those revolting and perverted 'plush rump puppets?' Those things are disgusting and I don't doubt that even those inanimate, incompetent plushies are wishing they could get away form you."
"Oh? I see you really want me to yourself, don't you?"
"Shut the fuck up and carry my stuff, asshole."
