#carnaptioushunter

MORE THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE. (BUT NOT REALLY.)

HOW MUCH HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING?

absofuckinglutely nothing 

That seems easy enough. You pop up off of the motel bed you've been sitting on for the past way-too-long amount of time, getting to your feet and reappearing next to Karkat where he sits in the main room. Motels. You personally like them, maybe because there's a decidedly human feel to the lack of sparkle and glitz that angels liked putting into things, but hey, you were never the best example of a holy being, were you?

"Hey," you say simply, putting your chin on a hand with your elbow resting on the top of the chair you've decided to lean on as gracefully as you can manage with the way your jeans have taken to no longer staying as workable as you'd like.

You need new clothes -- or, you want new clothes, that is; though you've never had to worry about getting them, what with your lack of guilt over nabbing certain things and accidentally destroying security cameras, there's a charm in buying them. It builds character, or so you've been told. Illegal actions are so enticing, though.

DAMN RIGHT.

NO.