I see you came to the write place.

Ioanne told himself that the only reason he watched Dauid oil and scape his body was because athleticism and male beauty were important part of Greek society and not because of some lingering desire. If he had, Dauid would have known because as it was ancient Greece, they did their sports in the nude.

Still, the thought troubled him. He wondered if he had been penetrated by one of Aphrodite’s arrows, and that’s why his heart pitter-pattered like a coin dropped down a well when he saw Dauid.  He needed answers, so he traveled with sacrificial cake to the temple of Aphrodite. It was a reasonable distance, and it took him days to get there. But it was worth it because when he prayed, Aphrodite appeared to him. She was different than he expected though. For one thing, she looked kind of grumpy. Also, she was a guy, a beautiful guy but a guy nonetheless. Ioanne fell to his feet before him.

All Karkat knew was that he didn’t want to get on the boat, but two vixens (only one literal) had other plans.

“Get on the boat, Karkat, and I’ll give you this nice steak, “Harley held up the slab of meat and shook it enticingly. It called to him, but he would not be swayed. He was a girder in a hurricane of dark haired girls and bad decisions, and though his heart told him that following them would lead him to new adventure and freedom from his monotonous life like in Along Came Pollii, he knew that it would also lead to grave, completely avoidable danger. He stayed his ground.

And he would have continued to do so, if Harley hadn’t come to him under the guise of friendship (she was feeling so distraught now and all she needed was a a little shooshpap to get through the heartbreak) and then caught him around the waist and half carried, half dragged him to the frightening plank of river rot Vriska was attempting to stabilize. 

“I’m going to rap tonight,” Bro said, wringing his handkerchief.

“Do as you wish,” Doc Scratch said, lightly scrunching the newspaper. Was he actually reading it? Or was he just doing it to annoy him? Why would the omniscient read a newspaper? Bro boggled at the true unadulterated, passionate irony. The same irony that had once swept him off his feet.

But now that irony only came in a blue moon, a cruel trickle when he was thirsty in the desert. So parched and aching for love!

When Jade first decided to pursue the Fountain of Cute, she knew that she would have to find the mermaids, and for that, she would need the Dean’s help. She walked with Karkat to the office because he had letters to deliver, and it was on the way.

They had just finished arguing about the finer details of bringing a gun to a knife fight (Karkat’s specialization was in Agricultural Anthropology, and he kept exposing the simplicity of the sickle, which would never jam or run out) when Dave settled up to them and told her to watch out. Apparently, the mermaids were really hot. They would catch her like Circe. Or maybe Jade was Circe. 

“We both could be Circe,” Jade helpfully supplied. 

Karkat walked into a door someone left carelessly open. Dave helped him up and told him,

Jade pushed Karkat back into the bed confidently, gritting her teeth in desire. He fell back compliantly into the soft fabric, drawing her to him. She fell atop him as if pushed by a breeze that wanted them to do it.