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Old Friends. (Mituna & Kurloz)

There was a couple of loud bangs and a bit of swearing, before the door opened to reveal a very disheveled, half dressed Mituna. He wore a yellow shirt, along with some bee patterned boxers, and red and blue socks. “Aw shit, you were coming for me /today/? I thought it was tomorrow! Fuck… I’m not packed yet. Wanna come in while I throw together a bag?” He opened the door wider and stepped to the side, so his friend could come in.

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Kurloz gave a chuckle seeing the disheveled appearance of the troll. Not that it was shocking. He waved, shrugging his shoulders at his question. ‘I don’t mind, brother. Take your sweet time.’ Following him in he took in the familiar appearance, felt like he had just been there. It was nice to have Mituna around again, he felt like maybe he needed it. ‘You need to get your times straight, motherfucker. That and the mop you call a head.’ He grinned, ruffling Mituna’s already askew hair. ‘Come on, lets go pack your shit and head back to my place.’

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He nodded and grinned, leading the mime upstairs. Once they arrived, he began packing a backpack, filling it with necissities, such as clothes, sleepwear, a toothbrush, and a pill bottle. "Hmmm . . . What else do I need. . . Fuck, I can't remember. Kurloz, is there anything else you think I need?"

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See now„, I.. I just, really love angry Kankri…and chucklevoodoos and choking so. this thing was spawned and I worked p hard on it so ye, enjoy OwO;;

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Old Friends. (Mituna & Kurloz)

The mime had been mulling over the fact that he had run into such a dear friend after so long. He understood the absence, which had worried and pained him when it first happened but…after what had happened, well it was fine. It was nice knowing he would be around again, even if changed and much more affectionate than before, it was still Mituna, still the dweeb he knew. After getting ice cream a few nights before and taking him home, Kurloz of course planned on going back.

Thats what he was currently doing, silent steps up to Mituna’s door that he had looked at just a few nights ago dropping the shorter troll off. He knocked lightly, glancing around the surrounding area that he had only seen in the dark before. It looked the same as it used to, except for the scars, his friend looked the same too. Scars didn’t bother Kurloz, he had some of his own, he thought they showed bravery and strength more than anything and thought they looked rather cool on his friend.

He knocked once more, sitting his hands behind himself after and occupying himself by looking at the surrounding area while he waited for the door to open.

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There was a couple of loud bangs and a bit of swearing, before the door opened to reveal a very disheveled, half dressed Mituna. He wore a yellow shirt, along with some bee patterned boxers, and red and blue socks. "Aw shit, you were coming for me /today/? I thought it was tomorrow! Fuck. . . I'm not packed yet. Wanna come in while I throw together a bag?" He opened the door wider and stepped to the side, so his friend could come in.

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((I’m tired as heckie. Also, just as a general note, I will be replying less generally from sunday-wednesday, since mon-wed I have classes. Also I’m still trying to get used to college being a thing. Sorry, everyone! Also for anyone in servstuck, I’ll be getting on skype more in the next few weeks, but as of right now, sometimes I don’t get home till late and then I have homework. I’ll try to get on at least for a little bit every night, but again, I’m still trying to get adjusted to college.))

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((also a note for this account, I’ll start doing replies on here ASAP, but it’s hard for me to do so when I’m tired and lately, I’ve been exhausted. I’m hoping to shoot out replies on here this weekend though!))

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((reblogging here too as a note))

#ooc #mun note

DP: 50RRY 1 84V3N7 833N 90571N6 MUC8 0N 83R3 Y37 DP: C0M9U73R5 4R3 84R6 45 FUCK 70 W0RK W178

#ic #gomen i'll change my icon tonight too

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Mutants and Juggalos

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"Holy fuck, you’re tall." Karkat stared up at his master, a look of awe on his face. When the other told him to come inside, he snapped out of his small trance, his bag in tow. Once he was inside, he looked around slightly, feeling mildly out of place. He was a good 1’9 shorter then his master, and everything in the large hive felt bigger as well.

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"A motherfucking observer we all up and got here," he shut the door behind him as the short troll passed him. He turned to walk into his living room, which was a mess with horns, juggling clubs, and general trash everywhere. No pie tins, though. He was off pie. For now. He laid on the couch and motioned for the troll to enter. "Get to throwing away the motherfucking garbage. Bags in the corner."

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Karkat made a face of disgust, before walking over to the bags. "Are you fucking kidding me? I thought I was supposed to run errands for you or some shit. Not clean up all the trash that's been piling up for hundreds of sweeps in your hive." Nonetheless, he began throwing the trash into a giant black bag, grumbling all the while.

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testifieddunderfuck

FUCK YOU. NO THEY'RE NOT.

Fuck Godammit Shit

Dirk Strider was late to pick up his slave, again. He had a hard enough time with directions when they were in fucking english, let alone this goddamn troll language that no one on this damned earth could read. So all day he had been goin from person to troll to troll to person, even tryig to ask cal who was too damn busy, to tell him where this fucking weird troll house thing was. He got there late.

Hella late.

Dirk practically leaped off of his hoverboard and ran to the door, composing himself before knocking. He hated being late to anything, appointments, assignments whatever the fuck had a deadline or a specific time. He felt worse this time around, however, due to the fact his brother had recommended this particular troll. His name was apparently karkat and he was ‘not as lame as everyone else’ so Dirk decided to give him a try. He knocked on the door, then rang the bell before putting his hands in his pockets and waiting.

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Karkat was bored. After hours of surfing the internet, you kind of run out of things to do. He decided to try to hack into the slave trade's computers, only to be shut down by the bots. After a while, he decided to take a nap. Hopefully this douche that was two and a half weeks late to pick him up would come soon. It's not that Karkat enjoyed being a slave, but with nothing else to do, going with a master seemed like the best option he could get. He was about to drift off to sleep, when there was a knock and a ring at the door. He grumbled slightly, before putting back on his street clothes and opening the door. "If you're my master, you'd better have a really fucking good reason for being so late."

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CG: WHY THE FUCK DO I ALWAYS GET THESE LAME-ASS MASTERS THAT NEVER SEEM TO COME TO PICK ME UP?

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Mutants and Juggalos

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Once he arrived at the place, the guard roughly shoved him up the front steps, before knocking on the door.

Just from looking at the place, Karkat could tell that this was a highblood’s residence… Probably not a seadweller though, or there’d be more gold everywhere. Great. He’d have to deal with a psychopathic highblood for the next few weeks.

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Once he finally heard the knockers banging on the front door, he stalked over to swing it open. Before him he saw… wow. That was a short troll. This fucker was shorter than five foot, easy. And Gamzee himself… well, he was 6”7. He slouched forward a bit, arm resting on the large doorframe.

"You’re so motherfucking small. Get in the motherfuck in here," he demanded, though not very harshly.

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"Holy fuck, you're tall." Karkat stared up at his master, a look of awe on his face. When the other told him to come inside, he snapped out of his small trance, his bag in tow. Once he was inside, he looked around slightly, feeling mildly out of place. He was a good 1'9 shorter then his master, and everything in the large hive felt bigger as well.

#gamzeehonks

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Mutants and Juggalos

Karkat was pissed. He had just recently gotten captured by the three powerhouses and had been forced into servitude just because he was a fucking mutant. Not only that, but he had gotten auctioned off to some taintsucker that was too goddamn busy to pick him up, or even send someone to get him from the slavehold and he was bored. After yet another day of aimlessly searching the internet for whatever-the-fuck, there was a knock at his door, before a guard walked in, telling him to pack up and follow them. Karkat growled at the guard, but packed up his back, including some clothes and his husktop and charger, before following the guard to a car. On the way over, Karkat couldn’t help but think about what his first master could be like… Not that he cared. As long as no one tried to fuck with him, everything would be okay.

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Gamzee was constantly irritated. The last week, he had been irritated. Ever since Jane convinced him to slow down on the pie. His capricious nature was starting to show more and more, and he didn’t like it.

He hardly had half a mind to send for his most recent purchase, but he did. Might as well not waste money. The slave could just clean for all he cared. He paced back and forth in his living room, waiting for a knock at the door.

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Once he arrived at the place, the guard roughly shoved him up the front steps, before knocking on the door. Just from looking at the place, Karkat could tell that this was a highblood's residence. . . Probably not a seadweller though, or there'd be more gold everywhere. Great. He'd have to deal with a psychopathic highblood for the next few weeks.

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Mutants and Juggalos

Karkat was pissed. He had just recently gotten captured by the three powerhouses and had been forced into servitude just because he was a fucking mutant. Not only that, but he had gotten auctioned off to some taintsucker that was too goddamn busy to pick him up, or even send someone to get him from the slavehold and he was bored. After yet another day of aimlessly searching the internet for whatever-the-fuck, there was a knock at his door, before a guard walked in, telling him to pack up and follow them. Karkat growled at the guard, but packed up his back, including some clothes and his husktop and charger, before following the guard to a car. On the way over, Karkat couldn't help but think about what his first master could be like. . . Not that he cared. As long as no one tried to fuck with him, everything would be okay.

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please reblog if you are a homestuck rp blog

I need some more people to interact with and follow my dash is horrible slow.

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Jingle Bells sung by Karkat

lyrics:

DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY YOU’RE SO FUCKING SLOW AND FAT, WHAT DO YOU WEIGH YOU CAN’T FUCKING SING I’LL START A FUCKING FIGHT GET OUT MY WAY YOU FUCKING HO I’M DRIVING HERE TONIGHT JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE OVER BODIES EVERY DAY (HEY) JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL BITCH WHAT DID I SAY RUN THAT ASS CUZ YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM MY MOTHERFUCKING SLEIGH

singer: me

lyrics: ….I actually don’t know =____=;;