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Karkat rolled his eyes and walked in; rubbing his arm as he closed the door behind him.
"Did you know it dropped like, 20 degrees since yesterday?! It's fucked up."
"I haven't even been outside since yesterday, bro," Gamzee said with a good-natured laugh, shutting the door.
"I can see that." Karkat rolled his eyes.
"How many times do you actually leave your hive in a week? I have to get out of mine 3 times or more a week or it fucks me up."
Gamzee stopped to consider this. "Uhh.....like......twice, maybe? I dunno, depends."
Karkat's eye twitched, "How do you not go insane in here?.... Oh wait that's right your drug yourself up and say, Fuck it all! I love miracles!" He folded his arms.
Gamzee smirked. "Can't deny it, bro."
Karkat facepalmed and sighed and then pulled his hand away and whimpered a little as he rubbed his forehead, "Fuck it, I forgot about that.."
"What is it?" Gamzee asked, occupying himself with yet again eating one of his many pies.
Karkat blushed a little and looked to the side as he rubbed his arm.
"I sorta got pissed off at my fuckass of a computer earlier and slammed my forehead on the keyboard..... It's still fucked up I think."
"OW, dude!" Gamzee dropped his pie and gave him a worried look, then suddenly gabbed his face, shmooshing his cheeks together a little. "Are you OKAY??"
Karkat rolled his eyes, "I'm fine!"
Gamzee nodded slightly and let go of him; funny, he didn't freak out like he thought he would. "Still, bro. That sounds like it hurt."
"It did...." He shrugged, "But it made my computer work..." He narrowed his eyes.
"My stupid fuckass computer..."
"Why don't you ask Sol or somethin' to help you with it?" Gamzee suggested.
"You know I hate asking for help from those douche-muffins..... I thought I could fix it myself.... But sadly, I was proved wrong." He shook his head.
Gamzee smiled and ruffled his hair; typical Karkat. "Then just get a new one."
"I will once I get enough money to buy one.." He said. "Programming has not been my friend lately..."
(or ever..)
"It's not too hard," Gamzee grinned. "You just gotta-" He stopped and tapped lightly on Karkat's forehead. "-Use your head."
"Oww..." He glared, "Well, I think using my head is useful for a while, until I get a knot on my forhead the size of Egbert's swelled head." He rolled his eyes.
Gamzee ruffled the other's hair again; it was fun to do that. "You should seriously ask someone for help.....I don't want you to get a concussion from banging your head on a computer screen all day."
"Why would you care? And besides, that's what they invented helmets for!" He smiled proudly.
"I care 'cause youre my brooooo," Gamzee gave him a big hug and once again messed his hair up. "Even with a helmet, that doesn't sound very healthy."
Karkat blushed and rolled his eyes, "Alright alright! Fuck the helmet! I'll ask someone for help!! Just get off of me!!"
"Did you know it dropped like, 20 degrees since yesterday?! It's fucked up."
"I haven't even been outside since yesterday, bro," Gamzee said with a good-natured laugh, shutting the door.
"I can see that." Karkat rolled his eyes.
"How many times do you actually leave your hive in a week? I have to get out of mine 3 times or more a week or it fucks me up."
Gamzee stopped to consider this. "Uhh.....like......twice, maybe? I dunno, depends."
Karkat's eye twitched, "How do you not go insane in here?.... Oh wait that's right your drug yourself up and say, Fuck it all! I love miracles!" He folded his arms.
Gamzee smirked. "Can't deny it, bro."
Karkat facepalmed and sighed and then pulled his hand away and whimpered a little as he rubbed his forehead, "Fuck it, I forgot about that.."
"What is it?" Gamzee asked, occupying himself with yet again eating one of his many pies.
Karkat blushed a little and looked to the side as he rubbed his arm.
"I sorta got pissed off at my fuckass of a computer earlier and slammed my forehead on the keyboard..... It's still fucked up I think."
"OW, dude!" Gamzee dropped his pie and gave him a worried look, then suddenly gabbed his face, shmooshing his cheeks together a little. "Are you OKAY??"
Karkat rolled his eyes, "I'm fine!"
Gamzee nodded slightly and let go of him; funny, he didn't freak out like he thought he would. "Still, bro. That sounds like it hurt."
"It did...." He shrugged, "But it made my computer work..." He narrowed his eyes.
"My stupid fuckass computer..."
"Why don't you ask Sol or somethin' to help you with it?" Gamzee suggested.
"You know I hate asking for help from those douche-muffins..... I thought I could fix it myself.... But sadly, I was proved wrong." He shook his head.
Gamzee smiled and ruffled his hair; typical Karkat. "Then just get a new one."
"I will once I get enough money to buy one.." He said. "Programming has not been my friend lately..."
(or ever..)
"It's not too hard," Gamzee grinned. "You just gotta-" He stopped and tapped lightly on Karkat's forehead. "-Use your head."
"Oww..." He glared, "Well, I think using my head is useful for a while, until I get a knot on my forhead the size of Egbert's swelled head." He rolled his eyes.
Gamzee ruffled the other's hair again; it was fun to do that. "You should seriously ask someone for help.....I don't want you to get a concussion from banging your head on a computer screen all day."
"Why would you care? And besides, that's what they invented helmets for!" He smiled proudly.
"I care 'cause youre my brooooo," Gamzee gave him a big hug and once again messed his hair up. "Even with a helmet, that doesn't sound very healthy."
Karkat blushed and rolled his eyes, "Alright alright! Fuck the helmet! I'll ask someone for help!! Just get off of me!!"
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