Hello Karkat, you perchance wouldn't have anymore obscure books would you?
WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH MY BOOKS?
I had thought the purpose for wanting a book would be obvious. I’d like to read one, in case the above sentence didn’t clarify.
HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WANTED TO READ IT. MAYBE YOU WANTED TO SET IT ON FIRE AND MAKE ME WATCH AS TORTURE? MAYBE- *JUST MAYBE*- YOU WATCHED TO DRAW ALL OVER THE FUCKING WORDS SO I COULD NEVER ENJOY THAT CERTAIN BOOK AGAIN?
Oh come now, I could never be so cruel as to deface a book that does not belong to me. The precious structures of literary joy deserve better than that Karkat, they deserve to be taken in hands and arms and slowly opened, caressed with each page flip.
OKAY, I REALLY DON'T NEED TO HEAR HOW YOU'RE GOING TO PALE FUCK MY BOOKS. WHAT DO I GET OUT OF GIVING YOU ONE OF MY BOOKS?










