[locked to AU-Karkat] GTFO, KARKAT =|

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[With Espio's roommate gone, A105 has been pretty quiet lately. He's actually tidied up a little, but there's still random crap like root vegetables and Toby's sketchbooks lying around. Espio himself is studying on his bed, flipping through his Aerospace texts and snacking on an apple.

In a way, he likes the peace and quiet. It's been a long time since his room has been a private space, and he can't say he misses the big black horrible furry thing that used to inhabit half of the dorm with his roommate. Said roomie himself on the other hand...

Well, Espio's still hoping he comes back.]

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[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

It was there first!

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And so was Toby, so when Toby comes back, that's his room!

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

Who the fuck is Toby and why should I give a shit?

Actually, don't answer that, because I can tell you in advance that the sheer volume of beast leavings I do not give about this Toby douchebag could drown a screaming bull cholerbear in its own frothing territorial rage.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

First, that made no sense, what is the bear-thing supposed to be drowning in? Faeces or rage? And second, I give a shit, and it's my opinion which counts here!

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[ignores this critique of his clearly scintillating angry metaphors]

Actually, your opinion doesn't count for shit, because it's not your goddamn respiteblock, it's mine.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

It's not yours, it's Toby's, and I'll defend it on his behalf.

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know what, Toby can have it if he comes back and asks for it. I will clear right the fuck out if that ever happens. But until it does I am taking this shitty respiteblock and you're just going to have to put the hell up with it.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yeah? And what are you gonna do with all his stuff, huh?

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

I will look into that straight away because it is definitely my problem and not yours or, wow, I don't know, his.

Oh wait, no I won't, because I don't care!

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Well you'll find it hard to sleep if something's not done with it!

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

Right. So either you can stop being a useless whiny piece of shit and move it, or I'll get rid of it.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Or I can stand by my original 'no' and break some part of your anatomy just for emphasis. I don't want you in my dorm, and you don't want to be in my dorm, so I don't see where your problem is.

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[it's partially obnoxious bloody-mindedness, but mostly just the fact that Karkat has no idea what he'd have to do to get a new room sorted out, and he'd rather yell at someone than investigate it]

No, you know what I don't want? I don't want to be on this worthless planet full of backwards grubhumping mammals, but it doesn't look like I get a choice. Just like you don't get a choice about what I do with this room, which isn't yours. What the fuck is your problem?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

What's my problem? I think I've been pretty clear on what my problem is! That is my best friend's room, and he's barely been gone five minutes before they shove some newbie troll in his space! It's not hard to grasp!

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[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

Boo fucking hoo, secrete me a river of whatever rancid fluids indicate misery among your species! Is that seriously it?

[and Karkat starts to stride past him to get a closer look at the room and its contents.]