carcinoGeneticist

WHAT IN THE FRESH FUCKING HELL.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I HAVE BEEN TRAINING MY ASS OFF AND I ACTUALLY WALKED DECENTLY FAR TODAY. BUT NO, FUCKING NO. THIS LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT FUCKER BATTLED ME WITH SIX GODDAMN MAGIKARPS. SIX FUCKING MAGIKARPS! WHAT THE HELL?! JUST WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL. I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DESPITE THIS DOUCHEBAG, I TOOK HIS POKEBALLS AND THREW THEM INTO THE RIVER.

[ You jump up in an impressive basketball move to catch it, gripping the ball a bit too firmly. You release the pokemon and it spins to start snarling at Karkat, but the second you put your hand on it’s back it turns to you, demeanor completely different. ]

[ You had your hands shoved in your pockets when you woke up, a grin planted firmly on your lips. You were extremely excited, and that was mostly why you hid your hands: they were shaking worse than a virgin on prom night. Shaking your head, you stride up to him with a grin.] 

"Hey, hey, hey, kiddo, don’t cry," he mumbled, halting the Arcanine. “Hey, it’s alright, yeah? I’ve got you. Don’t cry." He spun around on the dog’s back, brushing Karkat’s bangs out of his face.

"Alright, come on, arms around my waist," he said, reaching back to grab the troll’s arms and wrap them close. “I won’t let y’fall, y’hear me?" He said, turning around to grin at him. And with that, they were off.

Humming to himself, Bro whistled and heard Bromeo come charging out of the fields. He skidded to a halt next to them, and then Bro helped Karkat up onto the large dog. “I’m gonna get on in front of you, but you’re gonna have to hold on tight, y’hear?"

"Ah, all I’m tryna say is you’re hot, okay?" He shrugged, rocking back on his heels and heading outside of the barn. “I don’t have a car, which is why we needed Bromeo — nearest town is an hour long walk, Bromeo can run it in fifteen."

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