RING RING RING WENT THE FUCKING BELL [open]

[Karkat Vantas]

HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS
DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ,

It only took a few minutes on the subway for a migraine to start pounding in Karkat's skull. Hundreds of people all packed into a tiny car like a can of rank and sweaty sardines. Karkat wasn't used to this--back home he could have a nice, sunny walk to school everyday with his best friend. It might have been humid as fuck, but at least there was some goddamn elbow room.

The young teen visibly flinched as the man squished next to him let out a loud sneeze, not even bothering to cover his mouth. Karkat grimaced at the sight, trying his best to scoot away from the man as much as he could in the small amount of space. He didn't get very far. A low growl escaped from Karkat as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, reminding himself that there was only one more stop left.

The man sneezed again. Damn, Karkat knew this was going to be a terrible day.

Finally, the muffled voice over the speakers announced their arrival to the next station, the train slowing down and eventually creeping to a stop. Karkat practically jumped from his seat, itching to leave the crowded car and get some fresh air. In one fluid motion, Karkat grabbed one of the shoulder straps of his denim backpack and flung it around his shoulder, quickly slipping his other arm through the second strap as he rushed out the door. The faster that Karkat could get back above ground the better.

By the mercy of whatever fucked up deity watched over him, it didn't take much longer for Karkat to find his way to his new school. He only had to ask for directions twice, which was quite an accomplishment since Karkat had thoroughly expected to not even make it to the building before dusk. Yet, there he was, standing at the bottom of the white, concrete steps of the accursed school. Bright red eyes glared at the giant Roosevelt High sign smoothly carved above the entrance. If looks could only kill.

With one last huff, Karkat shoved his hands into his jeans' pockets, eyes firmly locked to the ground as he tried to meld in with the rest of the students pouring into the massive institution. Remain invisible and survive the day--that was Karkat's plan, and he was planning to stick with it for as long as he could. Who knows, maybe this time school will pass by quickly and he'll be back home and on his computer before he knew it. Maybe he could even stop by Sollux's place after school and hide out there for the afternoon.

Ha, yeah, as if that would happen. That would have to mean that Karkat had any good fortune at all, but the teen knew well enough that he ran out of luck years ago. Something horrible was going to happen, Karkat could just feel it.

Wow, Sollux was really starting to rub off on him.

As he moved down the halls with the crowd, Karkat pulled out his printed class schedule. World History, room 210. At least he had a fairly easy period to start the day; he could always sleep through it and pick up the slack later when nights got rough. But, of course, to do that Karkat had to find the class first. The teen lifted up his head and scanned the doors along the hallway, looking for any room number that could hint at where he was supposed to be going. It didn't take long for Karkat to realize that he had no idea where he was. Karkat had gotten himself lost in the first few minutes of school.

Fuck. Where the hell was Captor when Karkat needed him?

HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.

[Nepeta Leijon]

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

Nepeta frowned as she looked over her the note from her mother. She had to go to work early and couldn't take her to school. 'Oh poo' was the first thought that came into Nepeta's head when she finished reading the note again. She turned the note around and found directions and a means of transportation option scribbled in her mothers neat handwriting.

Nepeta sighed as she placed the paper down and off to make herself some breakfest, or at least she would before she noticed the time. "Ah! Damnit! she cursed, as she runs up to her room to quickly discard her pajamas for her regular public clothing. She struggled with her socks as she hopped on one foot, slipping it on.

She turned to look in the mirror and smiled as she pulls up the kitty eared hood over her head. Adorable. Nepeta admired the eared hood some more before running back to her kitchen to grab her blue backpack.

Nepeta held up the backpack and smiled, soon this will have cute little cats on there but for now she couldn't be late for her first day! She slipped one hand through the strap and then her other arm through the opposite twin strap. She smiled again as she grabbed herself a granola bar or two and reaches behind her, opening up her bag and stuffing the snacks inside for later.

She shuffled over to the note ( as well as her keys and money) then runs over to the door, slipping on her favorite boots and opens the door, walking out of her house and locking the door after she closes it behind her.

It didn't take her long to find a bus that would take her close by her school. She sat in a seat, her backpack in her lap as she looks out at the windows as she kicked her legs back and forth. She was so excited!!

An electronic voice brought her attention as it mentioned her stop. She noticed some kids around her age get up. She did the same and followed them out as she looks up at the looming building of her school. Nepeta's mouth was in awe. "Wow, an American school!" she gasped, placing her backpack back onto her back. "Oh God, I can't wait!" Nepeta gushed as she spun around, earning some looks from her soon-to-be classmates. Some of them muttering something about foreigners.

Nepeta was practically skipping on the sidewalk of the school, her excitement bubbling through with the unmistakeable butterflies in her stomach. She stopped for a moment as she pulled out a neatly folded paper. It was her schedule and to be frank, it confused the hell out of her.

World History, room 210. Okay, fair enough. She frowned as she realized she had no idea where this room was or how to get there. She looked around for any one to help her before spotting someone and trots over to them, the paper pressed against her chest with her hands as she gives them a friendly smile. "Ah, hello? Do you know where room 210 is?" She said slowly, her accent definitely giving away that she was not from this country.

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose

[Karkat Vantas]

HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS
DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ,

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,

Karkat cursed mentally as he began to panic. No, okay, he needed to calm down. It wasn't a big deal if he got to class to class late--it was the first day of school, no teacher cared if you got there on time. Besides, students get lost at the beginning of school every year, they should practically expect it. Not to mention, there was still plenty of time before the first bell. Well, assuming that New York schools have first bells. That was still a thing, right?

Karkat continued to wander aimlessly around the school, trying to find some pattern to the numbers by the doors. They all seem to start with the number one, which made sense since he was on the first floor. But, then where were the stairs? Damn it, with the school being so big the faculty should have really put up a map somewhere.

After a little more wandering Karkat found himself right back at the entrance of the school. He let out another curse, contemplating asking someone for directions. The idea was dismissed as quickly as it popped into his head. He'd rather miss all his classes then have to stoop to that level.

"Ah, hello? Do you know where room 210 is?" No, no, no, this was not happening. Karkat's body tensed all over, quickly spinning around to tell the asker to fuck off when he came face to face with a petite, brunette girl smiling warmly up at him; from her thick french accent she seemed to be just as new to the school as he was. Karkat immediately bit his tongue. Well, at least Karkat could take comfort in knowing he wasn't the only person who had no idea where they were going.

"Hell if I know," Karkat finally replied with a sigh, sticking his hands back in his pockets as his slouch became a little more prominent, his eyes focusing anywhere but her, "I've been trying to find that room since I got here, but it's proven to be pretty fucking elusive."

Karkat paused awkwardly. He had never been good with talking to strangers and especially not future classmates. He turned his gaze down the crowd hall, scratching the side of his head as he continued, "All the rooms down here are in the hundreds, so I think it's on the second floor, but I can't find the goddamn stairs anywhere."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.

[Gamzee Makara]

First day of school was always a miraculous thing. All these new faces, all up and ready to learn. Aaah, if that wasn't just the best thing.

A bunch of exchange students were around, if he was to go by all the funky accents tickling his ears. A brother could all up and get his unity feels on in here.

As he was listening to all this going on, he picked out one voice among them.

"... can't find the goddamn stairs anywhere," it said.

"Did somebody say stairs?" Gamzee turned around to set eyes on a pair of strangers. They seemed lost. Well, wasn't that just a motherfucking shame.

"Don't worry, my fine brother and sister, I will all up and show you where to find them," he said, "That's where I'm taking my motherfucking self anyway."

And then he started towards the stair case without waiting for a reply.

[Nepeta Leijon]

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

Nepeta didn't even seem to notice the darker skinned boy tense up. She just continued to smile as he turned to face her. Once he did she studied his face, her warm olive green eyes coming into contact with his fierce ruby red orbs. Her mouth nearly dropped open at how beautiful they contrasted with his skin. Beautiful..

There was that nagging urge to draw him, to just take out her sketchbook and being to sketch out his face and those eyes.. No, no, no! What was she thinking? A blush creeped onto her face without realizing and she had the feeling she was staring into his eyes a little too long as he focus seemed to go to everywhere else but herself. She noticed his slouch and stiffened another giggle with her hand.

That's when she heard him speak, she liked the sound that escaped his lips, it was soothing, even if he did use profanity. "I've been trying to find that room since I got here, but it's proven to be pretty fucking elusive."So that ment he was in the same class as her! She felt her heart leap right then.

Nepeta was about to reply to his stairs comment when another male walked over to him, towering over the both of them. She looked up at him and noticed a goofy looking smile on him, she couldn't help but return it with her own kind smile. "Don't worry, my fine brother and sister, I will all up and show you where to find them. That's where I'm taking my motherfucking self anyway." Oh that was wonderful! America sure did have some kind students. She was so happy her mother had given her the option to enroll here.

Just then the lanky boy began to walk away before she could get a thanks out. Nepeta really didn't want to get lost in the school so she shot her hand out, grabbing the shorter male's hand and tugging him forward as she followed after the taller, silly looking male walking to the stairs. "Come on! We can't get lost in this crowd of people again, yes?" She said, turning her head a bit to grin a bit towards Karkat.

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose

[Karkat Vantas]

HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS
DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ,

It didn't take long for Karkat to realize that the small girl had noticed his freaky eyes. Her not-so-subtle staring gave her away. Karkat body tensed up more, turning his face down so his bangs shadowed over his eyes. He was waiting for it--the billions of questions people always asked when they first meet him. It was always the first thing people notice about him, and often the only thing people cared about. Hell, people have out right avoided him because they thought his "condition" was contagious. Honestly, people could be so ignorant that it actually hurt just to listen to them speak. That was a pain that he really didn't want to have to feel on his very first day school. But, it was too late to hide it from this classmate now, so he resisted the urge to pull up the hood of his jet black jacket and pull the strings until his face disappeared behind the fabric.

Much to his surprise, however, the questions didn't come. No comments, no half-heart sympathies, no subtle implications on what a freak he was, no strange fascination as to how he could be born this way--nothing at all. She was just...staring. Somehow, it was even more unsettling. Karkat looked down at the girl, eyes finally locking onto hers as he opened his mouth to ask her what the hell was wrong when another voice broke through their discussion.

"Don't worry, my fine brother and sister, I will all up and show you where to find them." Karkat responded the stranger's smile with a confused and slightly suspicious look. The teen boy had spent enough time in the slums to know the signs and symptoms of a drugged induced high. It was good to know that some things never change no matter the city, but it also meant that the tall teen probably couldn't tell his head from his ass let alone lead them to the stairs. There was no way in hell that Karkat was going to trust a stoner to lead him to class--he had already wasted enough time standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway with his classmate. A wild goose chase was not going to help.

"Uh, fuck no, I think we can find the stairs on our ow--" Karkat's response was cut short when the brunette grabbed his wrist and started pulling him after the lanky druggie.

"Come on! We can't get lost in this crowd of people again, yes?" Almost immediately at the touch Karkat froze like a board, his body locking up at the sudden contact. She was touching him. She was touching him. No one touched Karkat without his permission--did this girl know anything about personal space? "Woh, woh!" Karkat said as he finally found his voice again, his arm failing about as he tried to free himself from her vice grip, "I'm not a goddamn baby, I can fucking walk on my own you know!"

A curse slipped out from his lips as he stumbled behind the french female, his feet not able to keep up with her brisk pace. Jesus Christ, this girl was strong. He quickly gathered himself before finally forcing them both to a stop, the heels of his silver sneakers leaving marks on the tile. "Look, I don't know if we can trust this guy," Karkat warned in a hushed tone, "He's obviously high; for all we know he doesn't even know where he is. How are we supposed to depend him him to find the stairs?"

Karkat turned to the leader of this idiotic escapade, his back straightening out as he gave the taller male a hard look. "Hey, imbecile with the sordid hair and fatuous grin etched your idiotic face, do you even know where the fuck you're going?"

HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee was halfway down the hall already. Man, he was going to make sure these motherfuckers got to those stairs. He would take them to the stairs, and then he would help them find their class so they could get some wicked learning going on.

He didn't really need to take a lot of steps because of how long his legs were, and that's when he realized that oh fuck, those guys were pretty tiny, weren't they. He wasn't going to be no help if he ran away from them. Shit just wasn't going to go down that way.

Also, that little angry-looking brother was saying something. Better turn around and get his listen on to what he wanted. Something about his hair and face, and then a question. Do you even know where you're going?

Gamzee's brows furrowed momentarily before his face-splitting grin returned.

"Sure, I'm going to 210. But first I'm showing you the motherfucking stairs," he said, leaning forward a bit so he was almost eye-level with angry shoutbro. He was about to say something else when he got distracted by his face.

"Oh whoa, if that isn't a miraculous set of peepers you got there, bro. Motherfuck, I ain't never seen anything like it."

He tilted his face slightly, still locked on shoutbro's face. Distantly he entertained the thought that he might have been slightly forward. Didn't want to intimidate the motherfucker. He did have a fascinating set of oculars, though.

[Nepeta Leijon]

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

Nepeta smiled as continued marching forward, ignoring her classmates protests before she was suddenly jerked back. She made a small squeak of surprise. The force of the pull had made her eared hood fall down, showing off more of her short messy hair, albeit a bit more choppy in the back. She stared at Karkat with confusion a bit, her brow furrowing when he spoke to her in a hushed tone. "Why not? What if he does know where the stairs are?" she asked, her voice filled with innocence. The girl was always holding everyone in good light.

Nepeta didn't even noticed she was still holding his hand when she tightened her hand, squeezing his by accident. She hoped he was too busy talking to the taller classmate to notice, she looked around in the corner of her eye to hear a girl say something to her friend about them being a cute couple while pointing to their connected hands. Her ears burned in embarrassment as she quickly jerked her hand away from his.

She could just feel the blush spreading, wow first day and she already probably screwed up. Nepeta just wanted to pull her hood over her head and just hide her face.

Nepeta was just about to when she had heard her taller classmate mention the shorter ones unusual eye color. "They really are, right?" she spoke up to the taller male for the first time. She had completely forgotten about the holding hands incident. Nepeta had the smile back on her face as she turned stood between them a little before she gasped.

"Oh shoot," Nepeta said in Korean. "I almost furgot to introduce myself! My name is Nepeta Leijon." She continued, smiling at both of her now, and currently, unnamed classmates.

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose

[Karkat Vantas]

HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS
DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ,

"Why not? What if he does know where the stairs are?" Karkat glanced back at the giant for a brief moment before turning back to the cat-hooded girl with a frown, shaking his dark-haired head. "Then he can get there on his own," Karkat insisted, leaning in and keeping his voice low so that the other couldn't overhear their conversation, "I'd much rather ask a sober adult than that kid. Besides, we don't have much time until class starts, and I'm not about to waste time on a wild goose chase."

The Hispanic teen was about to confirm his suspicions by the taller one's obvious confusion, when the confusion was quickly broken with a more idiotic smile than before. "Sure, I'm going to 210. But first I'm showing you the motherfucking stairs," Oh no. Oh fuck no.

"Let me guess, room 210 World History?" Karkat asked with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Fuck, is everyone taking this class?" Obviously, someone up there had a really sick sense of humor. Though, just because this assclown was in their class didn't mean that he knew where the fuck he was going. At least Karkat could hold on to that.

It was then that Karkat noticed his suddenly cold hand, the jerk of Nepeta's movements breaking his focus. Within an instant Karkats whole body tensed up again. Shit, had they been holding hands this whole time? Karkat had been so focused on his suspicions that he almost forgot they were in contact. Wow, that had to be a record or something. He quickly glanced over to his choppy haired companion, wondering briefly why she had taken her hand back so sharply. Though, Karkat couldn't really blame her--he wouldn't want to touch someone like him for very long either.

"Oh whoa, if that isn't a miraculous set of peepers you got there, bro. Motherfuck, I ain't never seen anything like it." Wait, what? "They really are, right?" No. No, no, no. This was not happening, not now, not so early on in the year. He immediately broke eye contact with both of his classmates, unconsciously curling in on himself as he lowered his head. Karkat's bangs hid his face, his jaw locking and the grip on his pack strap tightening as he snapped out a response.

"They aren't miraculous or whatever the fuck you are thinking of calling them." He sniffed as his finger ghosted under his nose, looking anywhere but his two classmates, "They are a grotesque genetic anomaly that blinds me raw every time I walk into a brightly lit room, so can we just forget it and move on?"

"I almost furgot to introduce myself! My name is Nepeta Leijon." Karkat let out a small sigh of relief at the change of subject, nodding at her. "Nice to meet you," He replied as took a breath and shifted his backpack, "But we can finish introductions as we walk--all of us need to get our asses in class before the first bell. Otherwise you'll both have the honor of seeing my head imploding in on itself." He pushed ahead first, not caring that he really had no idea where he was going. Damn, his headache just kept getting worse.

HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.

[Gamzee Makara]

“Right as rain, brother! Every fucker worth his weight in pie’s got this class. Ain’t nothing more important than the world, after all,” Gamzee informed them.

Right about then the girl – he’d decided on calling her Catsis because of her hood – jerked her hand away from Shoutbro’s hand, apparently all embarrassed about some shit. Aww, had he interrupted their moment? Motherfucking shame, he’d have to give himself shit for that later, after he'd led them to class.

Shoutbro looked all sad when it happened too. That was when he’d gotten distracted by the little dude’s eyes. Gamzee thought he’d let him know how absolutely wicked they were, but that seemed to upset the poor motherfucker.

"They are a grotesque genetic anomaly that blinds me raw every time I walk into a brightly lit room, so can we just forget it and move on?"

“Aww shit, I didn’t mean nothing bad by it, but if you don’t want me to gab about your oculars, I’ll shut my motherfucking pie hole on the subject,” Gamzee apologized.

"I almost furgot to introduce myself! My name is Nepeta Leijon."

“Well nice to make your fucking acquaintance, Nepeta-Catsis. You an exchange student? That is one bitchtits accent you’ve go-“

He was interrupted by Shoutbro running out of patience.

“we can finish introductions as we walk--all of us need to get our asses in class before the first bell. Otherwise you'll both have the honor of seeing my head imploding in on itself.”

Right. Wouldn’t want a motherfucker to lose his head on the first day. Shoutbro was going the wrong way, though.

“Stairs are this way, man,” he said, jabbing a thumb in the opposite direction of where his angry classmate was going.

[Nepeta Leijon]

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

"They are a grotesque genetic anomaly that blinds me raw every time I walk into a brightly lit room, so can we just forget it and move on?"Nepeta furrowed her brow as she made a small frown. Grotesque? That was the worst word to describe them. "I think they look beautiful," she blurted out, her cheeks heating up as she realized her bluntness. She looked off to the side a bit before turning her eyes back at her two male classmates.

Nepeta smiled at the newly acquired nickname from the lankier and taller male. Catsis, it sounded nice. She beamed at the fact that she has two new friends in this quite big and intimidating school. She was about to answer his question when the shorter male cut him off. "Nice to meet you, but we can finish introductions as we walk--all of us need to get our asses in class before the first bell. Otherwise you'll both have the honor of seeing my head imploding in on itself."

Nepeta giggled at this visual, the shorter male was funny and cute. She began to wonder if she should celebrate her new friendship with these two by letting them come over her house? Her mother would surely be overjoyed to know she had made friends the first day! Her face was scrunched up cutely in concentration as she began to plan this glorious event, if they were willing to even come of course.

She was snapped out of these thoughts as she watched Karkat walk away, standing next to Gamzee. “Stairs are this way, man,” This had caused Nepeta to giggle again, standing next to Gamzee with a smile as she awaited her other friend to realize this and come back to their group.

"I have the feeling this furst day is going to be fun," she snickered to the tall male.

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose

[Karkat Vantas]

HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS
DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ,

“Right as rain, brother! Every fucker worth his weight in pie’s got this class. Ain’t nothing more important than the world, after all.” ...Karkat decided to take that as a yes. This dumbass couldn't be serious, who actually talked like that? He wasn't even entirely sure what the hell the lanky teen was talking about. Karkat rubbed his temples. God his head hurt.

“Aww shit, I didn’t mean nothing bad by it, but if you don’t want me to gab about your oculars, I’ll shut my motherfucking pie hole on the subject.” Karkat looked back up at the messy haired teen, suddenly feeling a little guilty about the hurt expression on the other's face. With a sigh, Karkat relaxed a little, shaking his head a bit as he shifted his weight to the other leg.

"Thanks," he muttered quietly under his breath before clearing his throat and raising it again, immediately masking his insecurity with obviously false bravado. "Just don't do it again. If I so much as think you are thinking about it, I'll stuff your head so far up your fucking ass you'll be eating shit for weeks. Got it?"

"I think they look beautiful." That one made Karkat pause. He turned toward Nepeta for a moment, thinking on how she vaguely reminded him of someone. His eyes flicked back up at the overly-friendly clown in thought before meeting Nepeta's gaze again and replying over a hidden sorrowful tone, "Well, you are the only ones then. Congradu-fucking-lations."

“Stairs are this way, man.” Ears burning in embarrassment, Karkat fluidly made a u-turn and headed back in the other direction, head hanging low again to hide his flushed face from onlookers. The giggling in the background wasn't really helping either.

"This way is the one I meant," he grumbling under his breath, not bothering to stop by them as he moved right along. The Latino teen knew the other two would follow and the nameless druggie would probably take the lead with those gangling legs of his. But neither of those things really mattered at the moment; the sooner they all got to class the better.

HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.

[Gamzee Makara]

“Aint no thing, brother,” Gamzee agreed, “I won’t mention it again.”

He watched as Shoutbro shifted those forbidden-to-talk-about peepers to Catsis, and then back on to his own visage. The weirdest expression crossed his face, and Gamzee just sort of wanted to give the motherfucker a hug. He figured that’d make Shoutbro flip every wicked piece of shit imaginable, so he abstained.

Man, if he didn’t crack a little at seeing Shoutbro all flustered at having gone the wrong way. Gamzee got the feeling the little dude would not appreciate being called out on his mistake. Instead, he just got his ass in gear, catching up to the shorter teen with ease. He gave Shoutbro a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Ease up, motherfucker, we’ll make it,” he said.

“Now why don’t you do as you all said you was gonna and get your wicked introduction on? I’m Gamzee," he explained to his new friends.

[Nepeta Leijon]

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

She hadn't expected Karkat to look at her, which had caused her cheeks to become just a tad bit redder. "Well, you are the only ones then. Congradu-fucking-lations." Nepeta heard could hear the sorrow in his voice, even if he was trying to hide it. Her mother always told her she seemed to always know how she and everyone else felt. It just was a talent Nepeta gained.

Nepeta smiled as she watched the louder male turn around quickly and walk the correct and intended path. She followed behind him, having to jog a bit to even get right next to the two. “Ease up, motherfucker, we’ll make it,” she had heard the taller classmate speak, she smiled at the boy besides her reassuringly. "Yeah! I'm purrty sure the teachers won't mind since we're all new here!" She chirped, the girl was always filled with sunshine and rainbows. Was there really anything that could bring this girl down?

She hummed as they walked together, her hair bouncing in a bubbly manner as she listened to the taller male speak. “Now why don’t you do as you all said you was gonna and get your wicked introduction on? I’m Gamzee," So, his name was Gamzee? What a nice name and she especially liked how he talked, it always got a small giggle from her.

"What about you?" She replied to the teen in the middle of both Gamzee and herself, her shoulder bumping his arm just a bit. Whoops, oh well. She was sure he didn't mind.

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose

[Karkat Vantas]

HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS
DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ,

“Aint no thing, brother, I won’t mention it again.” Karkat nodded decisively at that, keeping his gaze pointed at him as he concluded, "Good." His body relaxed a bit after that, gaining back some of his confidence. To have someone who actually listened and respect his wishes, it was pretty refreshing for once. In actuality, he was a little surprised that the taller teen gave in so easily. Well, he supposed not everyone was an idiot. Even if most are. A sudden feeling of control washed over Karkat as the heat behind his glare dimmed, and he held himself slightly higher. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

“Ease up, motherfucker, we’ll make it.” Karkat tensed at the pat, but quickly calmed down, reminding himself that neither of his party was a threat. Honestly, Karkat didn't understand why they were being so nice to him--most people by now would have been warded off by his bitter nature. Yet, here they both remained, talking to him as he was perfectly normal. It was a strange feeling. With that in mind, Karkat forced his pace to slow so that Nepeta would have an easier time keeping up with the two boys, hoping the clown would follow suit.

"Yeah! I'm purrty sure the teachers won't mind since we're all new here!" Was that a cat pun? Karkat raised his brow at her for a moment before dismissing it and deciding to move on. "Yeah, but what kind of first impression would that leave the teacher?" he pointed out, his gaze fixed ahead of him, "It may be the first day, but that doesn't excuse us for being fucking unprepared. If we get there on time, we are showing her that we actually give a fuck about her shit-poor excuse of a history class." Not that he actually did. Karkat could care less about history, seeing as it passed already. Or, at least, the core history classes the education system made students learn about in school. It was all crap to him, just an easy course that he could take to boost his GPA. He'd much rather be in a film history class. That would be fucking awesome.

“Now why don’t you do as you all said you was gonna and get your wicked introduction on? I’m Gamzee," Gamzee? Nepeta? Honestly, were all their parents drunk when they named them? Karkat sure as hell never found his name in any baby book, and he had a sneaky suspicion that Gamzee and Nepeta have the same problem. Seriously, it was like all their parents got together, picked up a handful of Scrabble tiles and said "Oh, yeah, these letters could totally make a name." That's what it must be, because Karkat honestly couldn't think of a better excuse for all of this crazy shit. He briefly wondered if they had been picked on because of their names, too.

"What about you?" Karkat snapped back into focus at the question. Crap, he was hoping they would forget. He couldn't help but tense again at the shoulder bump, once again having to take a breath to calm down. Wow, was he pathetic. With an audible sigh, Karkat shoved his hands into his pockets and replied to no one in particular with a gruff mumble, "Karkat. My name is Karkat. Happy?"

HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.