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[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[All right so technically speaking, it's Karkat's birthday. Technically. He's aware of this, and a little confused by it because he's pretty sure his wriggling day just happened, but then again, Weird Time Shenanigans are sort of bullshit.]

[Either way, he's skulking around in the shadows more than usual today, sort of hiding. He still hasn't really gotten an honest day's sleep since he got here, mostly on purpose but partly not on purpose, though, so it's probably pretty easy to spot and/or sneak up on him.]

[Currently he's hanging out in a corner of the Garden, overlooking something else with his trademark irritated scowl.]

[The fact that he's honestly hoping nobody finds him clearly means you should.]

[[ooc; tags are gonna be really hella slow until tomorrow at around 7PM EST, since I work at ass o'clock and should really be sleeping. But here I am posting things anyway. :|b]]

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[oftime]

[ Clearly, everyone should come and wish the crabby troll a happy wriggling day.

This includes a small, black and white kitten with a red collar trotting along ahead of its owner by a few feet. Dave is keeping a close eye out for instructors and anyone who'd pitch a fit over him having Cheezburger in the first place, nevermind walking the fuzzball around the Garden. To him, this a perfectly normal thing to do (for the irony).

He does not expect the cat to disappear around a corner, ears perked up and letting out a curious trill. Raising a brow, he slips his hands into his pockets and follows. The brow raises higher as he spots Cheez, and sees what he's doing.

Karkat may notice something fluffy, warm, and almost vibrating as it purrs rubbing against his shins. ]

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[He notices all right, and sort of squawks and flails to try and figure out what the hell is going on.]

[He notices Dave before his eyes drop the to cat, and he snarls.]

Strider, what the fuck is your furbeast doing.

[oftime]

[ He makes no move to stop Cheez from its assault on Karkat's legs, back arched and purr growing louder despite the squawking and snarling. ]

Hell if I know. Either you walked in a patch of catnip, Vantas, or Cheez likes you. God knows why.

[ Mrrp! The furbeast continues on its merry way, weaving between Karkat's legs and causing Dave to snort. ]

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Karkat is definitely perplexed, and obviously (and perpetually) more than a little annoyed. He picks one foot up and attempts to step around Cheez, doing an odd sort of wiggling motion in the process.]

What the fuck kind of a name is Cheez, Strider. [And what the fuck is catnip, for that matter.]

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[ Unfortunately for Karkat, Cheez is a particularly determined cat. Though the troll momentarily escapes its affectionate attack, it turns around in a circle to follow after him for more ankle snuggling. Dave huffs a laugh, seemingly pleased by Karkat's suffering. ]

It's short for Cheezburger. Christ, you trolls and this world are missing out on some prime Internet culture by not knowing that reference.

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[asnbkgfdnkghfbgn, This Face at you forever, Dave. This Face.]

Cheezburge-- no I understand that you named your furbeast after a sodium-based block of meat on a bun, but it still doesn't make any goddamn sense and it's still a fucking stupid name.

[He finally concedes to stand still and just sort of glower at the cat.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Guess what lovable, cheery, guy found you Karkat? Yeeaaaah, this guy. Tavros follows him for a little while before stopping, watching the other troll start roaming around the Garden like a kicked furbeast. Tavros smirks, rolling his eyes as he sneaks up behind him and puts his hands on his shoulders, initiating a very unnerving comforting shoulder rub.]

What's up big guy? Not have a vewy nice daaay?~

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[The reaction is immediate, and before Tavros even starts his awkward shoulder-rubbing, Karkat is trying to throw his hands off of him. He winds up pivoting in the process, leaning backwards against either the wall or railing that he's been looking over, and looking completely horrified of Tavros for a split second before his scowl sets back into place.]

Jegus fuck, Tavros don't do that. [He shoves the taller troll's hands away to the best of his ability, swatting at him as though his hands were flies.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Whaaaaat, whaaaaaat, I'm trying to calm you down bro. [Put's a hand pals down on the wall Karkat's leaning on, leaning forward himself with a smug smile.

God, I guess you need to chill out as much as the Kar back home. There any reason why you're shadow hopping more then usual today?

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[A vague, sort of halfhearted snarl escapes him.]

It's fucking bright outside, unless you forgot that we're nocturnal.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Oh no no, I know that my vertically challenged little moodge. But normally you don't scamper about like this. Looks like you're trying to hide. [His eyes slim, smile widening.]

Is it because it's dis man big day? [He says, going into baby talk mode as his hand not on the wall goes to pinch Karkat's cheek.]

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[God he hates the way you talk, Tavros. He rolls his eyes and smacks his hand away from his face.]

Fuck you, Nitram. [And he stalks out from under his gaze.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Okay, technically, it was Karkat's Wriggling Day two weeks ago for him. But he hadn't every acknowledged that, so now that it was his Wriggling Day again, he should make up for that, right? Though he doesn't see why he should stoop so low as to celebrate the hatching of an anonymous gray crab.]

[Oh yes, Nepeta likes him is why, and she's the voice of his conscious. Curses, foiled again]

[Here, have a package wrapped in gray paper and a navy blue ribbon shoved in your face, Karkat]

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Karkat was pretty sure it already happened, too, so he's really making an effort to ignore that it's apparently happening again. He'd rather not be bothered with it.]

[Unfortunately, Equius seems to have other plans for him, and sort of flounders as the package enters his peripheral vision. He takes a step to the side, leans against the wall, and balks for a long few seconds before he puts his hands around the box mostly out of a vague niggling fear that if he doesn't, Equius will slam it into his face.]

What the fuck, Zahhak.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Six one two, Vantas. Happy Wriggling Day. Personally, I don't really care, but I can just see Nepeta giving me a disappointed look if I ignore it altogether, so I'm taking precautionary measures. You're welcome.

[there is no face thwapping, because then, Karkat wouldn't have a face. And Nepeta would be upset with him. So he just hands over the box and turns away, his arms folded over his chest]

[The box contains a single sickle with a switch on the handle. When activated, the blade becomes heated, allowing it to slice through almost anything like a hot knife through butter. There is also a slip of paper with the message "One order, complaint free."]

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Karkat just blinks for a long while, folding his ears flat against his head and taking the box.]

Well, jegus I didn't ask for you to do anything. [He fumbles with it for a moment, quirks his ears in a curious fashion, frowning at the box and trying to decide if he wants to open it or not. When Equius turns away but doesn't leave, he assumes that he should and carefully does so.]

[And... promptly goes slack-faced. Holy shit Equius this is amazing. Not that Karkat will ever tell you that. He grunts, absently, in a sort of thankful fashion before he glances back up at the blueblood.] ...this should come in handy. [He extracts it from the box and turns it over in his hands a few times.]

[Finally, he says;]

...Thanks.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I would have made two but there were limited supplies in the engineering lab. i consider myself lucky that they had the parts required for just that one.

[He scoffs in disgust and shrugs one shoulder, one hand coming up to twirl his hair around his finger. He really misses his own basement lair, stock full of everything he could ever need.]

[The gratitude is a new thing though. He glances over his shoulder and flashes the barest hint of a smile]

It wasn't difficult to make. And I figured you would need something to defend yourself from the death robots I intend to send to your door.

Once the engineering lab stops resembling a wriggler's playroom, anyway.

[dangerousthings.livejournal.com]

[The sheer fact that he's got pointy ears and horns makes Luki curious enough to trot over and say hello. He seems like he's trying not to be noticed. Too bad Luki is a champion at hide and seek.]

Hi~

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[There's a distinctly startled sound that escapes him as he whirls around to face the girl, and he balks. Oh Jegus he doesn't even know who you are.]

...Hi.

[dangerousthings.livejournal.com]

Found you!

[Her tone is triumphant, but she pauses briefly.]

...you were hiding, right? I'm the best at hide and go seek. I'm really good at tracking, too.

[moirailcompass]

[The date had snuck up on her for a second time, but this time Nepeta wasn't going to let it go without at least wishing him a happy one--especially since there hadn't been many things to be happy about as of late.]

[Still Nepeta was Nepeta, and this was Karkat so when she went out to seek him it wasn't empty handed.

It took her a while, be she finally found his scent and managed to find him. She pokes her head out from around the corner, watching him for a little bit before:]

Hi Karkitty!

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[He jolts slightly less at her presence than he did at everyone else's, grunts, and turns around to face her.]

In how many languages do I have to tell you to not call me that, Nepeta.

[moirailcompass]

Would you prefur Karkitten?

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

I would prefer you use my fucking name.

[moirailcompass]

But your name purrty much begs to be punned, and Karcat is just too easy. [her tone is teasing, but she quickly moves on from the subject. After all she had something to give him!]

I have something fur you.