If you had water powers you'd turn the tube-shaped water ejector on them right here and now. You don't, that'd be too useful, so you scan the group for your wayward woolbeasts. Last you checked they were -- aha.
You drift to the side of the group and pretend to check your shoes for pebbles, so people won't stop and ask what you're doing (if they can be assed to pay attention to anyone but the partners they're chatting up, that is) and then when almost everyone has passed you, you ghost back up.
Your targets are clustered. This is only slightly less suspicious than those times when Egbert sneaks you side glances while going hee hee hee like a panshaken yet oddly happy goat. Eridan's been sore about being dumped out of Vriska's black quadrant ever since it happened, in other words forfuckingever ago. Granted the time was probably shorter for him but even back before Kanaya cut him off his whiny mourning was edging into tedious.
(Alright, no, back in the day you liked advising him, to the point where kid-you, being a stupid little fuck as most past Karkats are wont to be, was vaguely entertaining thoughts of dragging him in the diamond quadrant it he ever managed to flip flushed with Feferi, only Eridan just never really listened to you or advised you back.)
They're not sniping right now, not even really looking at each other. They're whispering, close, but watching someone else, throwing little guarded glances. You might have been counting down the minutes until one of the two of them felt safe enough to abscond and-or otherwise fuck the whole group over, but if there's something worse than another attempt to rekindle that particular clusterfuck of a kismesissitude, it's probably the two of them in cahoots.
You sneak. You're not surprised that Eridan doesn't notice -- he has good, sharp senses but he's overconfident about them -- but that Vriska doesn't means she really must be invested in the conversation.
"... cull evveryone!" Eridan whispers. Okay yes no what the almighty fuck you need to know what they're talking about right now.
"Okay, I miiiiiiiight see your point. She's kind of... But -- Karkat! Hi. What are you doing here."
Fuck.
The flat, suspicious glare Vriska directs your way only widens your toothy grin. You wanted to listen in longer, but oh well, there are other ways! You step up between them, an arm around each neck. It almost looks friendly. If you're blind. Or socially mutilated and incapable of reading a threat.
"So! Who are we planning to cull today?" you ask brightly. You swear your fangs would sparkle if there was just a touch more moonlight.
Eridan gives you a look full of wounded innocence at the sheer, black unfairness of your question (hi Feferi, hi Kanaya) while Vriska stiffens and goes "If we were going to cull someone, we wouldn't tell you! How stupid do you think we are!"
Funny how normal grins make your cheeks ache in short order, but when you're thinking about how happy you'd be to eat someone's face off it just feels like the most natural configuration for your facial muscles to take. Some days you're afraid Gamzee influenced you just as much as you've influenced him. Right now you bet he'd just tell you "whatever makes you happiest, best bro!" and you are nothing if not a considerate moirail who listens faithfully to the advice of his paler half.
Eridan is the weaker link, so you go full cannons on him. "Okay! Don't tell me. Maybe you'll tell Feferi."
He sneaks Feferi's back a look, all long swinging hair and swingier hips, and he shrinks.
"What was that?" You lean your hearing plate toward him. "Glub glub yes please sir, oh boy would I love to? Well, no reason to wait!" And you start to pull him so he'll walk faster.
You're expecting it when he digs in his heels, but when Vriska does the same on your other side, and digs a really sharp elbows under your ribs on top, you're a little more surprised. The glare she spears you with is soul-withering.
no subject
You drift to the side of the group and pretend to check your shoes for pebbles, so people won't stop and ask what you're doing (if they can be assed to pay attention to anyone but the partners they're chatting up, that is) and then when almost everyone has passed you, you ghost back up.
Your targets are clustered. This is only slightly less suspicious than those times when Egbert sneaks you side glances while going hee hee hee like a panshaken yet oddly happy goat. Eridan's been sore about being dumped out of Vriska's black quadrant ever since it happened, in other words forfuckingever ago. Granted the time was probably shorter for him but even back before Kanaya cut him off his whiny mourning was edging into tedious.
(Alright, no, back in the day you liked advising him, to the point where kid-you, being a stupid little fuck as most past Karkats are wont to be, was vaguely entertaining thoughts of dragging him in the diamond quadrant it he ever managed to flip flushed with Feferi, only Eridan just never really listened to you or advised you back.)
They're not sniping right now, not even really looking at each other. They're whispering, close, but watching someone else, throwing little guarded glances. You might have been counting down the minutes until one of the two of them felt safe enough to abscond and-or otherwise fuck the whole group over, but if there's something worse than another attempt to rekindle that particular clusterfuck of a kismesissitude, it's probably the two of them in cahoots.
You sneak. You're not surprised that Eridan doesn't notice -- he has good, sharp senses but he's overconfident about them -- but that Vriska doesn't means she really must be invested in the conversation.
"... cull evveryone!" Eridan whispers. Okay yes no what the almighty fuck you need to know what they're talking about right now.
"Okay, I miiiiiiiight see your point. She's kind of... But -- Karkat! Hi. What are you doing here."
Fuck.
The flat, suspicious glare Vriska directs your way only widens your toothy grin. You wanted to listen in longer, but oh well, there are other ways! You step up between them, an arm around each neck. It almost looks friendly. If you're blind. Or socially mutilated and incapable of reading a threat.
"So! Who are we planning to cull today?" you ask brightly. You swear your fangs would sparkle if there was just a touch more moonlight.
Eridan gives you a look full of wounded innocence at the sheer, black unfairness of your question (hi Feferi, hi Kanaya) while Vriska stiffens and goes "If we were going to cull someone, we wouldn't tell you! How stupid do you think we are!"
Funny how normal grins make your cheeks ache in short order, but when you're thinking about how happy you'd be to eat someone's face off it just feels like the most natural configuration for your facial muscles to take. Some days you're afraid Gamzee influenced you just as much as you've influenced him. Right now you bet he'd just tell you "whatever makes you happiest, best bro!" and you are nothing if not a considerate moirail who listens faithfully to the advice of his paler half.
Eridan is the weaker link, so you go full cannons on him. "Okay! Don't tell me. Maybe you'll tell Feferi."
He sneaks Feferi's back a look, all long swinging hair and swingier hips, and he shrinks.
"What was that?" You lean your hearing plate toward him. "Glub glub yes please sir, oh boy would I love to? Well, no reason to wait!" And you start to pull him so he'll walk faster.
You're expecting it when he digs in his heels, but when Vriska does the same on your other side, and digs a really sharp elbows under your ribs on top, you're a little more surprised. The glare she spears you with is soul-withering.