i don’t really have a yinzer accent and i mostly put it on to be ironic but the more i put it on, the less ironic it becomes... and most ironically, the one word i’m most likely to non-ironically say in a pittsburgh accent is “iron”
Budgeting for Your Family's PCS to Germany - AHRN.com
This week, the Automated Housing Referral Network published the first in a seven-part content series I created for them. These seven posts detail the many expenses a military family should consider budgeting for before starting their PCS to Germany, and I hope that they help other military families to prepare for their move overseas. I’ll…
Budgeting for Your Family’s PCS to Germany – AHRN.com was originally published on MilliGFunk
Part 2 of this. I enjoyed writing this one, especially at the end. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send me any critiques or anything about this or any of my other fanfictions. Also, enjoy Karkat being a little snot.
Karkat found many of these spots over the course of a few days. He enjoyed the peace and the quiet of the library and he liked that he could read for hours in the comfy chairs in the back of the library. Except, that every day Karkat went to the library, he would round that corner and Equius would be sitting in the chair. Every single day. At first, Karkat found this nice, noticing that the blue-blood was reading the books Karkat recommended to him through the anonymous note. As the days passed, Karkat found this annoying as all hell. Not wanting to sit next to the blue-blood – he knew that the awkward silence between them would be too much to bear, that and Karkat wasn’t sure if he’d be able to concentrate on his book – he went looking for other comfy chairs.
The first day he hid between two shelves, but too many trolls ended up stepping over him too many times. The second day, he went up to the upper levels. He found some chairs, but they were pre-occupied every time he passed by them. The third day, he descended to the lowest floor and sat on the glass floor, his back pressed up against dusty, old books written sweeps ago. This spot was nice and quiet, though very uncomfortable. He missed his favorite spot, now probably still occupied by a certain sweaty blue-blood.
The fourth day, Karkat reached the entrance of the library. He lifted the hood of his sweater slightly, glaring at the still-light sky. He decided to come as soon as the library opened, hoping that he could take back his comfy seat and be able to finish his book in peace. A green blooded troll stepped up to the entrance from behind him.
“Bit early, aren’t ya?” Karkat shrugged, looking away from the librarian. She opened the door and entered, followed by the mutant-blood as he pulled back his hood. He walked around to the fiction shelves and retrieved seven thick books. These would keep him busy for a few hours. He smiled and rounded the corner to face his favorite reading spot. His smile widened into a victorious grin. It was empty! He all but sprinted over to his favorite chair and set up his books, shifting around in the chair until he was in the perfect, comfortable spot. He had just opened his book when an arm reached over him.
“Have some coffee to wake ya up. Don’t wan’ta fall asleep before ya finish your books.” The librarian nodded towards his stack of novels. Karkat grunted in reply, sinking deeper into his chair. She left him alone and went back to opening up the rest of the library. A few minutes later, Karkat was curled up in the chair, the book on his lap and the mug at his lips.
Hours passed and the sky darkened and trolls passed through the library. Many passed by the mutant-blood, barely giving him a glance. Some gazed at the comfy chairs, but moved on when the troll sitting with his nose in a book growled softly.
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“Ahem,” Karkat started; he had been reading an extremely intense part of the novel when the troll cleared his throat. The mutant-blood’s gaze flicked up to the troll standing in front of him. He blinked, startled to see Equius. Equius’ gaze was focused away from Karkat and he lowered his clenched hand from his mouth. The silence stretched for a few moments before Karkat spoke.
“What.” Equius cleared his throat again, seemingly nervous.
“Could you move from the chair?” Karkat narrowed his eyes at the troll, and then dropped his gaze back to his book.
“No.”
Silence.
“That was an order, lowblood.” Karkat could have laughed. When did anyone think that he followed anyone’s orders? Especially the orders from a sweaty, blue blooded freak?
“Hmm, let me think about it,” Karkat flipped a page. “No.” He heard the blue blood grunt, but the other continued to stand there. The silence and having Equius more or less looming over him was making him nervous as fuck, but he pretended to not notice and tried to read. Eventually, Equius shifted and sat down in one of the other chairs. He opened his book – another book that note had recommended Karkat noted – and began to read.
Hmm, should I post this now or try and add more on to it later? It ends kind of abruptly, but I don't think I'm done with this idea yet. I think I'm gonna post it. Part 2 of Amongst Hoofbeasts and Romance Novels coming your way guys!
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