Karkat sighed heavily, kicking the heavy boots off his feet, swinging the heavy rifle over his head, and muttering strings of curses the entire process. He rubbed his tired eyes, thanking Gog he wasn't on watch right now. Sollux had taken the first shift this time, although not after a small argument with him and Gamzee for continuously leaving him with the shift. He laid down on the thin pad he had to call a bed. He gritted his teeth as pebbles dug into his back, knowing he probably shouldn't be complaining too much, he did get the thickest bed. Well, he got the only bed. Gamzee and Sollux had opted for sleeping bags, which were thinner and less comfortable. He pulled the even thinner blanket over his frame, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.
"KK, get your louthy ath up." All too soon, Sollux was shaking Karkat to get him up for his shift. He grumbled a magnitude of curses, ranging from "fucktard" to "motherfucking cuntbag". Sollux only left Karkat's tent when the tinier troll was finally coherent and sitting up. Karkat shoved his feet into the boots yet again, swung the all too heavy rifle over his head like a sling, and marched his way to the nearby tree. "Why did I accept this offer?" he thought to himself.
Sollux and Gamzee ran an underground poaching business, hunting animals of certain traits for certain clients with certain needs. This job had been a big one, and Karkat needed the money desperately. Of course Karkat thought about how he could end up mauled by some over sized cat, how they could all get caught and spend quality time in jail, and even thought about the irritating amount of time they all would be spending together when Sollux had asked him to join them. After awhile, Karkat agreed, for money's sake. Rent had to be paid somehow and he was only a few days short of whoring himself out on the street.
This order was tall, the client wanted a few cheetah's skin, a few lion's skin, both of which were endangered species and protected. Karkat's only job was to take over watch duties, which were to ensure no animals got to their camp and no other poachers took over their territory. He was fine with this, up until he realized how tired he was and continued getting. His usual grumpy mood was turned onto over drive with the sleep deprivation. Constant arguments occurred on a daily basis.
Soon, though, Karkat's watchful eyes went to close as a soft voice rustled through the trees like the wind. The singing soothed his angry mind and before long he drifted off once more into a peaceful sleep.
