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[boxingjack5]

Just a sample of what's going down tomorrow night at the playhouse in Tuscaloosa Alabama LanipopVsMGD 😉#SpiderGrip

[carcinodis]

Hey Karkat.. what are your feelings for me exactly?

Karkat fumed, pulling a red beanie low on his head, concealing most of his darkened features. His head hurt, his body hurt, and he didn’t need to deal with this right now. Emotions. Sheesh."Excatly?"He pushed back into his thought processes, perusing those small, thin lips. The male could say a lot, but honestly he didn’t want to say much of all. "I feel a lot, alright. I feel feelings, like, certain traitorous feelings that shouldn’t press into my bloodpusher.”

[carcinodis]

The Morning After. | Spider-Grip

==> 8a8e.

You could have sworn your blood boiled when you heard that nickname, but not nearly as with much grief as the other one caused. It was a different type of boil, one that flickered the beat in your chest and caused that damned bloodpusher to race. If your skin moving with unnatural heats said anything, maybe you should just resign those thoughts in your head and wake up.

Karkat let his eyes pull open, one flicking open at a time. He currently resided on one of the couches in his apartment, crunched up, uncomfortable, but somehow in the pit of his stomach, relaxed.  ==> im sorry. Karkat frowned. He rubbed the spaces of his face, the uneasy lines of those features. That male ended up dropping off the couch to get to his feet, muttering beneath his breath about the aches and the pains. He went and go to his nasty ol' bathroom, and as soon as the freezing water hit him, his features flushed. Hands buried into his face, his stomach stirred with butterflies. His chest felt heavy, and his skin burned, burned on the areas where hands were graced, touches were given.

You wonder if he's tried to call. You go back to cleansing.

[carcinodis]

8aaaaa8e.

Yeesss?

[carcinodis]

If I'm correct, its time to go get coffee, Karmakat? ;;;;)

>im going to break your nose for calling me that>BUT YES. I DO SAY IT IS TIME. I DON’T HAVE TOO MUCH SHIT GOING ON AT THIS MOMENT. > …

>I WILL GET SOME JUSTIFIABLE CLOTHES ON AND I’LL MEET YOU DOWN THERE?

[carcinodis]

★

★: A peck on the cheek.

"You gotta be kidding me."

A sharp hiss. The troll folded his arms while staring up at the male, lips pressed together in a thin line. Was this a joke? No. He answered the statement with a response and now he had to give it. Unfortunately, due to height, he had to stand on his tip toes, reaching up to tug the front of the male’s shirt to get him to bow. He leaned in shortly, pressing his lips to the curve of the male’s cheekbone for just a moment before he jerked away. Covering his mouth for a moment, he rolled his shoulders back. "There."

[aquaticcaliginous]

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