[Rude, Nepeta. Rude. That's his bird's nest, thank you. He swats her hands without really trying to deter her, smoothing his hair like she's tainted it. She hasn't, but Karkat has always been a child.]
[He's grown into a bit more honesty with himself over the sweeps, though he's still grouchy and tries to pave over his feelings with tar and asphalt. They usually crack up through the surface like weeds anyway, and his shoulders hunch as he slouches against a wall at her smile.]
If Vriska had a human middle name it would be trouble, but... [A shrug of one shoulder.] She was mostly tolerable, I guess.
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[He's grown into a bit more honesty with himself over the sweeps, though he's still grouchy and tries to pave over his feelings with tar and asphalt. They usually crack up through the surface like weeds anyway, and his shoulders hunch as he slouches against a wall at her smile.]
If Vriska had a human middle name it would be trouble, but... [A shrug of one shoulder.] She was mostly tolerable, I guess.