AN: Hey people. So it's been like years since I've done anything of the writing fanfiction variety. But I've gotten into a webcomic called Homestuck and… well this is what happened. This is a roleplay between myself and my group's Eridan. The Karkat bits are mine. If you have pesterchum, my handle is copperSteampunk and I'm always willing to chat when I'm online so yeah. Anyway, I have a couple chapters worth of roleplay that's waiting to be converted and posted, so those will likely be up relatively soon. Anyway, hope you like. ~ragingSteampunk

Eridan Ampora was going to be late, he knew that much. It was his second day with his new boss, and he was already at least twenty minutes late. His new boss, Jake English, was the youngest archivist the college had ever had, but he was really good at his job and had come highly recommended. Eridan huffed out a breath, closing his dark blue, nearly violet, eyes as he hurriedly turned the corner with an armful of books.

Karkat Vantas was walking around campus glancing between his map and the names on the buildings, reeling in confusion as he attempted to figure out where the fuck he was. He had taken the stupid tour but it had been confusing as shit and he couldn't for the life of him remember where the art building was. Pausing for a moment, he rubbed lightly at his eye, the colored contacts bothering him slightly. His "best friend" had tried to convince him that he didn't need to hide his red eyes or white hair anymore, that no one would care, but he felt he still needed the security. He didn't think he could manage without the hair dye and contacts; he would be far too self-conscious. Heaving a sigh, he focused back upon the map squinting a bit as if that would help him figure out where he was.

Rushing around the corner, Eridan didn't see the person he ran into until he was knocked back on his ass, books flying everywhere and a pain shooting right up his spine. Slightly dazed, he tried to collect himself as he looked over to the person he had nearly killed. "I am so sorry, I didn't see you, I should hav-ve been lookin w-where I w-was goin," he apologized. He sent an apologetic look to the other, hoping he wasn't too pissed at being run over.

Karkat yelped as he was bowled over by someone running, causing him to drop his map and for the contact that had been bothering him to pop out of his eye. He vaguely heard the person that had trampled him apologizing, and for a moment he tried to go through the exercises he had learned in anger management before he noticed his map had somehow been ripped. Jumping up and standing at his full height – a whopping 5'3" – he clinched his fists and started rage-shitting over the poor guy. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM YOU DOUCHE-MUFFIN? DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING? YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE YOU MORON! AND LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING DID! MY MAP IS TORN UP, HOW THE FUCK AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO FIND WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO GO FOR MY CLASS NOW?" He glared at the other with his now mismatched eyes.

Intense shock filled Eridan's violet eyes as he stared at the screaming male. He hadn't meant to tackle him, and it was not his intention for the map to be ripped. He felt his own face heat up from rage against this seemingly hostile man. Closing his eyes, he stood up to his full height of 6'2" and brushed himself off. Karkat took a small step back. He had always been self-conscious about his size, but this guy was nearly a foot taller than him and could probably beat him down in less than a second. Karkat felt even smaller than normal, especially in his overly baggy hoody that he'd stolen from his best friend Gamzee for comfort; it ended up making him look even tinier than normal. His eyes looked over the other, actually taking in his appearance as he tried to gage whether he could take him in a fight if he really needed to. The guy looked rather like a hipster so maybe he wouldn't actually be that tough. His black hair, save the bit of violet that ran through the middle, looked like a lot of time had been put into its styling but it came a bit undone as a few strays fell in front of his eyes. He was pale, with slightly feminine features. He fixed his thick black frames that had gone slightly askew on the bridge of his nose and started to speak.

"Hi, my name is Eridan Ampora. It's nice to meet you," it was a forced greeting, and Eridan knew it sounded forced, but he had been taught to always be polite no matter what. A lesson he had learned the hard way. "I am terribly sorry about your ruined property, if you w-would allow-w me to replace it later, and assist you at this current time, to the place you are currently going to, it w-would be my pleasure." He hoped his thick accent and speech impediment didn't come across as crass, but at the moment, it was taking all his will power not to glare; to keep his face stoic and polite and his voice emotionless rather than harsh and cruel, although he was fairly certain he was failing there.

Karkat was still examining the other as the words slowly began to process in his brain and the rage he was feeling slowly seeped out. He heaved a sigh and slumped slightly, knowing there was no other way he was ever going to find the art building if he didn't accept this guy's offer. "Fine… yeah, I'm sorry… look, I just… fuck…" he sighed again and ran his fingers through his hair.

Eridan looked down at the other with a sigh as his own anger dissipated, he could never really stay angry for very long. The smaller male looked rather interesting, although his face showed he was ready to either fight or run. Eridan decided he'd rather not upset the other anymore. He was so tiny compared to Eridan, he was practically swimming in his clothing. The poor fellow must really be self-conscious about himself if he hid in such a way. "Um… your contact fell out," was all Eridan could reply with. The red iris that showed reminded him of a stalker called Dave, but he digressed. This fellow's eyes were different, so full of rage… and of sorry. Eridan was floored, he didn't know what more to say or do, other than just standing there and accepting the events and, admittedly beautiful, eye he was looking at.

Karkat's eyes widened and he clapped his hand over the one that had been bothering him earlier with a loud "FUCK!" Now that it was brought to his attention, he noticed he couldn't feel the small disk on his eye any longer and the world was slightly blurrier, something he hadn't really noticed in his rage. Hurridly he dropped to his knees, searching for the missing contact and muttering under his breath "fuck fuck fuck… where the fuck is it? Fuck my life… fuck fuck fuck." He paid no mind to the taller male as he searched franticly for the colored disk.

Eridan honestly didn't see why he would cover up his eye color, his own were a rather strange nearly violet color, but it seemed to be rather important to the smaller male that he find the contact and quickly. Kneeling down as well, Eridan slowly began to search for the contact, searching methodically and calmly as he looked all around them. "Don't mov-ve," Eridan said lightly after what seemed to be five minutes of searching. Reaching out with his jeweled fingers, he picked up the contact gently with his fingers, moving it to bowl out on the top of his left index finger. "Here," he offered it to the frantic smaller male, wondering why he was so panicked about it. Eridan found his eye to be a lovely, intense red, the exact shade of which he couldn't quite place. "Your natural eyes are very lovely," He hadn't the slightest idea of why his brain wasn't properly watching his mouth, but he really hoped the other male didn't notice.

Karkat heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the other had found his contact. He then realized that he didn't have any contact solution so taking it, he popped the small disk in his mouth, using his saliva to clean it. He then expertly put it back on his eye and blinked a couple times to get it aligned properly. He once again sighed in relief and even managed to let out a "thanks..." although he tagged on a "fuckass" because it just wouldn't be him without that. Plus he didn't want the dude thinking that they could just up and be friends or anything. He did however, decide to help the other gather his books, it was only fair after all. Karkat stacked the books up in front of the taller male -Andura or something he thought he'd heard. When they were all stacked, Karkat once again stood up and dusted his pants off before shoving his hands in the large hoodie's pocket unsure of how to proceed.

Eridan had never, in his whole life, seen something so disgusting and fascinating as what the other male just did with his contact. He hoped his face didn't show it, but he knew it must have at one point, now he was purely fascinated by this man. He could feel the need to paint him. But that would be creepy, he just met him, what the absolute hell was he thinking?

"Um thanks, but you didn't hav-ve to do that you know-w." he gathered up his books in his arms and picked up his heavy back pack. Karkat shrugged in response as he adjusted his messenger bag on his shoulder. "So w-where are you goin?" Eridan didn't bother with his clothing; he didn't have to worry about fashion right now. He needed to get to his boss, but first he needed to help this guy out. Eridan wasn't use to be around people and more or less helping them without being a complete dick, but he felt bad for tackling the other male so hard he popped out his contact.

Karkat pulled down the sleeve on his hoodie revealing scribbled words in sharpie, and a couple old ratty string bracelets over pale, skin that had several old faded scars that nearly blended in. After examining the capital lettered sharpie words, Karkat turned back to Eridan and saying "Memorial Art Building... thank fuck I decided to leave early today, I've got another 15 minutes before class starts... it won't take that long to get there, right?"

Eridan smiled, he must be new, there was something about his almost homely way of doing things. Eridan wasn't use to anyone who was lower class them himself. He looked this male up and down looks at his baggy shirt his pants, to his bracelets. Everything about him was common, minus his eyes, he had a feeling something else was to this male, something rather special. "The Memorial Art Building is right a crossed from the Library I w-will show-w you. It not fair from here really. If you're late, I can excuse you." he wasn't lying, but it would seem a little odd for him to do something, out of the character of what is to be expected of Eridan Ampora. He didn't care much anymore about that other had to say about him. He felt like helping this male. "What is your name?" he asked softly, As he reached out to take the male hand lightly, wanting to be civil, or in what most people would call him rather poshlite – a posh and polite at the same time.

Karkat heaved a sigh and once again adjusted his messenger bag, trying to refrain from his usual nervous tick of biting his nails. He didn't really get what was with this guy, being so nice and even offering to take him to where he needed to be and even excuse him if needed. Karkat just didn't understand. Usually people were completely thrown off by the fact he was such a little ball of rage, not to mention his looks weren't exactly up to normal par, especially for this place. Pretty much the only person that had ever accepted him was Gamzee, and he was usually baked out of his mind. He looked the other up and down once again, trying to categorize him and figure out if the guy was really this nice or doing it all for "let's pick on the new kid" kicks. He figured he at least owed the guy his name "Karkat... Karkat Vantas. And um... thanks for helping me and shit... I guess." He clutched the strap on his messenger back in both hands and looked away from the taller man, keeping him in his peripherals so he could follow while the other led him to the building for his class.

AN: Well I hope you enjoyed the story. I'm not going to pull the whole "if you liked, review and I'll continue" because I'll continue anyway, although reviews would really be appreciated. Thanks for reading! ~ragingSteampunk