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[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[after a couple of weeks, Karkat still just can't bring himself to believe that any planet would be charitable to interdimensional refugees without some kind of sinister ulterior motive. It's hardly even earnest concern, really; he just wants justification for resentment instead of gratitude.]

[currently he is in the library, rifling impatiently through history books and occasionally dropping them in irritation as if he is interrogating them, as though being kind of violent with them will somehow force them them to yield the information he wants.]

[it will not.]

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[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

What are you looking for? [ Selphie has snuck up behind him and is looking over his shoulder with an eager interest.]

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[unfortunately Karkat was just tossing a book that had particularly displeased him over that shoulder, and it only narrowly misses hitting Selphie in the face.]

[he jumps a little and looks round at her, scowling defensively.]

I'm looking for books, what does it look like.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

You really should be careful! You could hurt someone.[She picks up that almost dangerous book.] I meant in the books, silly-head.

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

Silly-head?

[gives her a long, frowning stare.]

... I'm trying to read about this planet's history.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

History? Thats booooring!

[She sits down, uninvited right next to Karkat.]

You should read about something fun, like...umm MUSIC! Or trains!

[ At the aspect of reading about trains she seems rather excited]

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[he edges away from her a little, looking undisguisedly repulsed.]

What the fuck is a train.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

[ She seem to see his expression and if she does it seems to encourage her.This is the equivalent to blasphemy to her]

A train is a big thing that goes ZOOOOOOOM on a track and takes you to far away places! You should go ride one! They are everywhere around here.

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

What, you mean a predetermined segmented transit route? What's so great about those?

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

Whats so great! Weren't you listening , silly? They go ZOOOOOOOM and take you to places that you've never been!

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

Right. Places that a million other chumps have already been, within the stiflingly limited scope of one planet. That's like getting excited about a go-kart for children.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

Oh! I love go-carts. But, if you haven't been there then its new even if others have been there too. Thats what matter.

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[unimpressed stare.]

Okay, I'll accept that your life is so pathetically limited and tiny that a "train" is your idea of bifurcated leg garment soiling excitement. [he adds, flatly:] You have all my sympathies.

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

You talk funny!

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[...]

Wow, thanks for that startling insight into our differing cultures, I cannot even fucking handle how astute you are.

What do you even want?

[yellowzippers.livejournal.com]

I want to help you! I know it's mega lame to be shoved into a new place and I want to make all the new students feel welcome. [Big Sugary Grin]

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[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Oh my God who in the hell is making all that noise can you not see I am trying to be studious, here.]

[Karkat rounds the corner at a stomp, ready to give whoever is making so much noise a piece of his mind, and... stops.]

[OhGodit'syouIcanneverunseeyoumakingoutwithmyolderbestfriendfsndjkvgfh.]

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[Quick, abscond!! ...no wait he's probably seen you.]

[Grump, instead.]

What the fuck is wrong with you, don't you know you're supposed to be quiet in a library? [He is so not looking at you.]

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[turns to look at his younger self, eyes narrowing]

[raises a finger to his lips with exaggerated slowness]

Shhhh.

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[This face forever.]

Don't you-- [Snarls, and lowers his voice to a harsh whisper.] Don't shhh me, you're the one throwing shit on the floor!!

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[ohhhhh that face. karkat really hopes his face never looks like that. (unfortunately for him it fairly often does.)]

[in what is essentially the same angry whisper at a lower pitch:] Oh, I'm sorry, I don't remember aspiring to be a god damn obliterbrarian when I was six sweeps old.

[ragesnake.livejournal.com]

[All of the best faces.]

Fuck you, I'm just trying to have some common decency, asshat. [Karkat since when are you at all nice.]

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

Oh, really? Then maybe you should help to keep the book vault tidy by picking that shit up, since you're closer to the ground and everything.

[beautifulreader.livejournal.com]

[Belle is quietly reading at a near by table. Each drop of a book makes her visibly wince. She's by no means a librarian here, but she is an avid book lover (where as avid = fanatical) and an instructor. It's her duty to see that things aren't mishandled ... right?

Slipping her book beneath her arm, she rises from the table and quietly walks over to him.]

Excuse me.

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[looks round at her, frowning.]

What.

[he does not seem in the least bit cooperative.]

[beautifulreader.livejournal.com]

[Belle blinks at the sudden abruptness, but maintains a polite smile.]

Perhaps I might be able to help you with something? I've sent a lot of time in this library.

[cpt-infrared.livejournal.com]

[oh god why is she smiling at him]

[what is she hiding??]

[he eyes her suspiciously, coming across as pretty blatantly furtive.]

No. I'm fine.

[beautifulreader.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? You seemed to be getting quite frustrated with the books.

[Belle senses that something is not right. No one slams books just for the heck of it!]