Karkat x gamzee. Whipped cream please!
Karkat Vandez sat at his desk and twirled his pencil around his finger. "THERE'S NOTHING TO FUCKING DO" he screamed out. The desperate shout was in vain becaue he was in fact, alone. Just then, he voted a message from his high blood buddy, Gamzee, who was often in tralalala land due to the crack filled pies he so often ate. GT: HeY MoThEr FuCkEr. WhAt Ya DoInG? KK: WHAT THE HE'LL DO YOU WANT NOW CAPRICORN? GT: I MaDe a PiE AnD WaNtEd To KnOw If YoU WaNtEd SoMe. KK: WHY WOULD I WANT TO EAT THAT TOXIC SHIT? WHY DO YOU EAT IT ANYWAY? THAT SHIT MESSES WITH YOUR HEAD. GT: BeCaUsE It'S a MoThEr FuCkInG MiRaClE. I GuEsS DaTs A No On De PiE? WaNnA CoMe OvEr? KK: WELL, SINCE I DON'T HAVE ANY IMPORTANT LEADER BUiSINESS TO ATEND TO, MAYBE. GT: AnD WiLl YoU bRiNg WhIpPeD CrEaM? DaT ShItS a MoTher FuCkInG MiRaClE. KK: FINE, I'LL BRING THE SHITY STUFF. * * * * After digging around in his old pantry, he found a half empty can of reddiwhip. He didn't have the slightest idea of why he would own a can of sugary garbage, but he didn't think too hard on the matter. A few minutes later he left his house slamming the door behind him. Later that day karkat stood in front of Gamzee's hive and cautiously press the doorbell. Then a loud horn echoed through the house. A moment later Gamzee open the door and welcomed his guest. "WeLcOmE KaRbRo" the clown said warmly.