It was a normal, brisk autumn day in the city of Toronto. The subway trains were packed, The traffic was thick, and the sky was as grey as ever. Trees were beginning to lose their leaves and pedestrians huffed along the busy roads, too caught up in their business to notice the people around them. It was fairly early in the morning, but the city was already alive and kicking.
And it was pissing you OFF.
Seriously, what does a man have to do to get some quality sleep here? Is it really that much to ask for? You barely ever sleep in the first place, but here just trying to is hell. Damn this city!
But that was just classic you. You had a tendency to complain about things. Nothing was really ever perfect to you. It was just the way you were made, really.
Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you are currently 24 years old. You have moved into your older brother's home due to being evicted out of your shitty rental apartment. You just couldn't afford the place.
Which is really quite sad because it practically cost nothing.
You were dirt poor, to say it in the kindest way possible. However, it's not really because of anything. You're not addicted to drugs, you're not an alcoholic, You aren't in manic depression or anything.
You're a mutantblood.
And apparently that's such a huge crime to trolls.
Besides, you enjoyed living with your brother more anyways. Ge had broken his vows a LONG time ago, which actually made him bearable. No more century-long lectures, no more harassment. And hey, what do you know.
He actually uses his bulge now.
Kankri was incredibly gifted in the culinary field, and currently worked as a chef at a very classy restaurant named, "The White Cornet". He was an expert with all kinds of food, and he was always guaranteed to please.
Anyways.
Back to you.You were forcefully shutting your eyes, trying to drown out all of the outside noise to no prevail. Your bed was a mess, with you practically embedded in a mountain of blankets. You tossed and turned uncomfortably for a couple minutes until you heard a voice at your door.
"Uh, Karkat? It's time to get up."
Fucking.
GREAT."Ugh... fuck off," is all you can reply.
"Karkat, it's your first day of university!"
"Wow, thanks for the motivation."
"Oh come on, Karkat. It really isn't that bad."
"Bullshit."
"Really. You'll enjoy yourself."
"Sure. Of course I will. Hey, here's a fun idea. Why don't you list off everything that I will just love oh so dearly about this fresh new hell?"
Then there was silence.
"Meulin's little sister will be there."
That was enough motivation.
"I'll be up soon." you reply.
"Breakfast will be waiting."
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