Karkat snorts, the sort of laugh one makes when something isn't actually that funny at all.
"See, there's the problem Gamzee and I had. That asshole was too busy scooting around the ventilation system and playing mysterious, pious douchelord to sit down and jam with me like we were fucking supposed to." He thinks back on it again, remembering how reclusive he'd been, how secretive about things with Terezi--not that the effort meant anything when Karkat was onto it from early in.
"If I start bitching again now, though, I'll never get to the end of it." He sighs. "You're right. I'll try to steer shit better this time around, and just hope it doesn't sink under me."
Straightening now, he nudges his elbow at his ancestor's side. "But hey. Treading back to that article I got started on before horrifically derailing everything into my whiny wriggler tantrum about my life, it said something about you reading romance novels, yourself. Did they make that part up?"
I think that was the issue that mention romance novels, anyway
"See, there's the problem Gamzee and I had. That asshole was too busy scooting around the ventilation system and playing mysterious, pious douchelord to sit down and jam with me like we were fucking supposed to." He thinks back on it again, remembering how reclusive he'd been, how secretive about things with Terezi--not that the effort meant anything when Karkat was onto it from early in.
"If I start bitching again now, though, I'll never get to the end of it." He sighs. "You're right. I'll try to steer shit better this time around, and just hope it doesn't sink under me."
Straightening now, he nudges his elbow at his ancestor's side. "But hey. Treading back to that article I got started on before horrifically derailing everything into my whiny wriggler tantrum about my life, it said something about you reading romance novels, yourself. Did they make that part up?"