Stalker? He would resent that remark if she'd but spoken it aloud.
Instead, Karkat flings his hands up, fingers twiddling in mock horror. "Oh no, I'm in for it now! Your mysterious 'where this leads' is sure to have me wetting my pants like a courage-bereft wiggler. My frond stubs are quivering already," he says, rolling his eyes so hard his head turns with it.
"Listen up, because I have dealt with enough flighty broads and their horseshit that you will not scare me off with vague threats of what might come. The wells of my patience may be quick to run dry when something fails to merit my time, but when I purposely focus it, its depths are nigh inexhaustible. If you want to test it, its only your own inevitable demise by stubborn pride that awaits you, and I will be there to point the finger and say I fucking told you so." If she were to look, she may spot his focused glare, but he gives it just the same if it's only the back of her head it gets delivered to. He's following, just as stubborn, and damn the consequences.
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Instead, Karkat flings his hands up, fingers twiddling in mock horror. "Oh no, I'm in for it now! Your mysterious 'where this leads' is sure to have me wetting my pants like a courage-bereft wiggler. My frond stubs are quivering already," he says, rolling his eyes so hard his head turns with it.
"Listen up, because I have dealt with enough flighty broads and their horseshit that you will not scare me off with vague threats of what might come. The wells of my patience may be quick to run dry when something fails to merit my time, but when I purposely focus it, its depths are nigh inexhaustible. If you want to test it, its only your own inevitable demise by stubborn pride that awaits you, and I will be there to point the finger and say I fucking told you so." If she were to look, she may spot his focused glare, but he gives it just the same if it's only the back of her head it gets delivered to. He's following, just as stubborn, and damn the consequences.