#lycandeeznuts

WELCOME TWO THE MOTHERFUCKIING MO2HPIIT,2UCKER. NOTE THAT II HAVE NO IIDEA WHAT A MO2HPIIT OR A MOTHER II2, II JU2T READ THE WORD2 ON THE IINTERNET AND THOUGHT THEY 2OUNDED COOL.

NAME’2 KARKAT BUT GOLDKAT MAKE2 THE ROUND TWO.

Fancy title you have. Call me Ly.

Less a title, more a fact.

You’re feeling something akin to bemusement when he invites you to come over. You honestly didn’t expect him to jump that gun so quickly. Not that you’re expecting anything from him beyond just sort of continuing the rapport of vague, antagonistic flirting. You’re sort of interested to see how he behaves in person, since he’s so noticeably reactive even when he can technically control what he’s saying. There’s always the possibility he’s playing you right back.

You mull it over in the shower, and dress yourself perhaps a little bit better than you normally would with a short sleeve, well fitted button up. It’s navy blue with little white eyes all over it; meanwhile, your pants are black, and you message him while hopping up and down trying to shove your feet into some bloated tennis shoes.

TC: im omw dude TC: seeya soon

With that, you shut your laptop and grab your keys. The pad you typically use for yourself in your apartment is...for lack of a better term, being experimented on. You leave your brother--the experimenter--a card to get dinner with, and use the pad in your lobby to get where you’re going.

Talk to me and tell me I'm pretty.

i went trackin thru my activity to find this jsyk

but here u go

BLOND.

SCRUFFY.

ORANGE EYES.

LOOKS SUPER DISINTERESTED IN HAVING HIS PICTURE TAKEN.

BITE MARK.

NECK SCARS.

THICK EYEBROWS.