A man sat in the corner of the break room. He accounted today as one with an uncharacteristic calmness to it. No yelling above the accustomed to that of his regulars. No pointless questions as to why he wore a turtleneck to work or anything else about his appearance. Just straight to business. People came to him in search of food and relationship advice. Both he delivered and both were received with no compliance. Didn't even get to brandish his old weapons of profanity and rants for anything. He got to wait for his shift to be over with no work left in sight in accordance to her promise. He had his routine. The daily grind had been checked off for the day.

"Karkat come here."

A voice rang out from outside the break room and the man groaned. This had never happened before and was not met with kindness in it's genesis. Escape from reality rendered null he left the oasis to approach his manager. She looked pleased with his arrival almost as if she expected him to stay in the break room of the restaurant. Wise expectation. Any other day and that would have been the result. Wasn't today because this shift had been an uncommon one. Miracles do happen. They also don't seem to last long.

"You are going to have one more table today." She said

"What?!" he replied. "I worked my number for the day. We had a fucking deal and talk about this kind of shit already, want me to bust out the fucking mile long mental contract of shit I didn't want to fucking deal with which you had painstakingly signed with the powerful signature of acceptance. I have right here in the palm of my hand, wait, oh shit! I'm so sorry that's just my fucking middle finger. No."

"Well tough shit. Today is too busy and everyone else is working."

"Making them fucking wait. If couples are gonna hound me like a dog in fucking heat waiting to bone his bitch then they can go home and come drooling here tomorrow."

A slight pause came from his manager. The gateway to freedom seemed to open its pearly gates before the massive heaps of rage he rammed into it. Slamming back into position however, it proved to solidify its defiance. "Well they didn't request you."

"The people we agreed on me seeing were couples who the fuck else could it be?"

"A woman-alone."

When he had approached the table Karkat had the look of the defeated. As was the usual clashes between the two. The brand of victory she had burned square on his skull irritated his mind. So it was borderline murder inducing when the sight of his customer hit him. Her expression was hard to decipher,with a pair of strange pointed red shades and the creepiest fucking grin he had ever seen as the two things to go off of, but he got the general gist. After all it mirrored the one his manager had given him. Why the fuck does she feel like she is already fucking winning when we haven't said a god damn thing to each other yet. The thought made him grit his teeth but he reigned in the anger inside from the desperate catharsis it yearned to achieve through vocal fortitude. Instead with his indoor yell he introduced himself as her waiter and demanded her order. At that command she gave a loud cackle of a laughter that threw cold fear on the embers of his anger. Voice stuttering he managed to get out the simple question of what she wanted again.

"Can you read the menu for me?" She asked

Karkat stood there. He blinked. She was not fucking with him. With trembling hands he gave a quiet symbol to wait as he turned to look at his manager. The woman was keeling over with laughter and seemed to be gasp, desperate for breath, then thrown back in the clutches with renewed joy at the sight of Karkat. His entire body was shaking as he embraced an almost abandoned fire that always seemed to blaze in him. His good old pal, Fury. Without hesitation he let the reigns go.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! WHY THE FUCK, NO REALLY, WHY THE EVERLASTING FUCK DON'T YOU READ IT YOUR GODDAMN SELF." He screamed.

Couple tables down people turned their heads to face him. Now he thought he had sent a clear message. The horror on his boss's face confirmed it. The woman should feel proud she got to catch sight of the holy site of his pure and naked screams of primal and guttural irritation. Satisfied with himself he waited for her to call a new waiter.

"I'm blind. Makes the choices kinda hard to see wouldn't you think?"

Karkat gazed back at her. He fucked up. Bad. Like stealing candy from a baby while beating his mother into a submissive stage for the rest of her life with unholy malice bad. The thought of just getting the hell straight the fuck out of Dodge came to him. Employment be damned he could not handle the magnitude of the fuck up that had exploded from his mouth. His foot squeaked as he tried to step away. FUCK, he thought as he looked up.

Anger was what was expected, hell maybe even wanted, yet her face showed that of understanding before being veiled behind a grin that would made a loan shark shit himself. She seemed to have forgiven his mistake. In fact she looked as if she expected him to leave. Like she was some kind of freak. He gazed at the sense of sadness surrounding her. He knew what he had to do. So he sat down in chair across from her, sighed, and began reading.

At first the task was what it should have been, a pain in the ass. As it should be seeing as the menu was Cheesecake Factory levels of fucking gargantuan, imagine reading a fucking textbook version of a normal menu, he sure had the image as he went. It continued to be until he got to one entree.

"Cajun jambalaya. Don't even fucking think of ordering this stupid shit the cooks bitch at me so fucking much every time. You think I told the bastards to circumcise themselves with a rusty spoon the amount of anal retention they get."

In response to random comment she laughed. Not the hair raising cackle but instead a normal laughter that ended with a small snort. He watched as she tried to act as if it had never happened being betrayed by the red that seemed to glow off her cheeks. His previous scowl softened to almost a smile at the sight as something that could be interpreted as a chuckle left him. After that he added more color to the descriptions as playful banter began to generate between the two over the things he read about. Soon it could be heard from multiple tables his personal opinions and rants about what the cooks would bitch about having to make. He began to smile out of enjoyment. Not happy because I am making her happy of course. She is still a bitch. I just happen to enjoy the opportunity of reading menus is all. Yup reading. I love the fuck out of it. During a heated argument over the greatness of the name pita she shook making a thing fall out from the booth next to where she was sitting. Now Karkat was by no means an expert about blind shit but he was certain, no, POSITIVE that was a braille copy of their menu.

The rush of embarrassment of being played the fool was present for a few moments before his face shifted into betrayal then the normal anger. An incomprehensible noise ripped from him as he slammed the table. He had felt like an ass for being so insensitive but that had not warranted playing with his feelings. The first person to make him smile in years. He felt he should have known better than to believe that they were enjoying his company. Noting the outcome of defying his usual schedule he got up and turned to walk away.

"Wait!" The girl cried.

Silverware clanged as it was flung at random in her desperate search for him. Days past when she sprung the blind card the waiters up and left. Very few stayed and read the menu. The condescension was so thick in their voices she thought it justice to then show the braille copy making them feel as foolish as they should be for treating her like an idiot. Never did they make the experience so enjoyable let alone treat her like a human being. Now she met someone different than expected and gave them the wrong punishment. The familiar part of him being his voice she had no way of finding him in the silence and resorted to just reach and hope to hit him. Failure made her lunge over what she thought had been the table. The lack of support contradicted her belief. She was going to fall.

Watching the initial fumbling a self-righteous grin was on Karkat's face. Not so fucking great when it's you who is made the fool huh? Then she had lurched and began to fall over in front of him. Angry as he was, Karkat couldn't let someone take a fall right in front of his boss. Reaching forward with his slightly-SLIGHTLY-below average height he caught her before she hit the floor. His arms almost buckled at the sudden burden of the woman and screeched the momentum to a stop. He was ready to curse a storm.

"I'm sorry, lost sight of you there."

Her demeanor almost seemed like nothing had happened as she joked. Karkat was attentive and as much as he hated it he could tell she was afraid. Her arms trembled, the beginnings of tears poked out of her glasses, and her breathing was ragged. He couldn't help but admire her persistence to try hide the fear. It began to come together just how terrifying it would be to never know you were falling until it got to the point where instead you never knew when you would stop. She went through that hell created from the unknown just to apologize. So this is part of what it means to be blind. The thought sobered him. He didn't curse. Without a word spoken he put her back in her chair. Her face was in a deep blush and her shoulder cut hair was in a slight mess. He tried his best to pretend not to notice as he fixed her hair. She jumped at the unfamiliar touch to the surprise of Karkat but he was able to not make an outburst. He took a breathe. Just this once I need to not be a jackass.

"What would you like to order Miss?" he asked.

A smile. "Terezi. Just a hamburger, it's your favorite after all." She answered

"Food."

Karkat set the food hard down in front of her making the plate rattle. His boss would be pissed at the lack of professionalism but he never gave a hot damn about her work complaints. When she reached over and grabbed the new silverware and ate without problems he relaxed. With confidence that the method worked he brought her drink down with the same force.

"Not gonna hand it to me?" She teased as she poked at the drink.

"What the fuck you think I am your ass-wiper? Get it yourself." He retorted.

Then it hit him. He was a waiter. He resigned himself to the comeback he walked into. However she smiled one of the first genuine smiles she gave instead. It didn't make him want to fold into himself like her other one did. The warmth that settled in his chest was an annoyance but overall it was pretty ok. Didn't last long.

"Isn't that your job?" She said.

"To take care of you like a baby that shits itself and searches for someone to change it's diaper loaded with the agony of parenthood. Fuck no."

"Interesting comparison there." She laughed

"Try to keep things appetizing for such lovely customers." He shrugged.

As he said this she reached for the glass and he readjusted it so her aim would hit its mark. Karkat convinced himself it was so he didn't have to deal with her missing and making a fucking mess. Not because he wanted to help. That would be stupid. In the end he was pretty sure she didn't notice so who cares.

"Thanks." She smiled at him.

He fucking refused to believe that she noticed. Instead he looked for something else to talk about. Nothing came to mind as all she did was eat her meal like any boring motherfucker did. Wait.

"How the fuck are you doing that? Hell if I didn't know better I would think you could actually see something besides jackshit nothing." He said.

"All about familiarity. Once I know it well enough nothing can escape my sights." She laughed. Proud of her pun she continued her meal.

"Well sign me up." He replied

The statement shocked both of them as she half choked. He wasn't sure why he even asked. Catching her off guard however made the outburst worth the embarrassment caused by saying it. When she settled herself a single eyebrow rose above her glasses.

"Don't get me fucking wrong I just don't want your ass flipping out like a baby wanting to suck the life out of its creator's milk jugs whenever you try to grab my arm." He added. Not the best of saves but it would have to do. Pulling her head down she thought to herself before calling him over.

As she instructed he knelt down in front of her and with some fierce protest closed his eyes. In the darkness he grew tense as he waited. Cold long streaks trailed along his face. He wanted to open his eyes and scream but the memory of her flinching popped in his head. Is this what it's like for her when people touch her? The thought calmed his fear and he relaxed as she moved along every inch of his face then moved up to his hair. All his sleep deprived hours hit him as the urge to pass out under her caress was unbearable. Just then to both his relief and dismay she told him to step back and stand. In a groggy state there was no protest as he complied. He was pretty ok with what had been occurring after all. At that moment he felt her embrace him and when he forced his eyes open her nose was brushing above his lips. For the first time in their banter his face was not red because he was angry. He was at a loss of words.

"Ah, not as tall as I imagined you to be. Even better." She looked up at him and smiled.

He stepped away from the hug. Walked past his manager. Clocked out. And ran home so fast the cackling laughter soon faded out of his mind. The smell of her perfume however did not.

This is all I have so far. I started this on a whim as a good way to really start getting into writing. I am sorry for any OOC personalities if they are there they might improve as I develop myself as a writer. It would be nice to get some feedback on this just to learn some ways to improve my writing. I have a lot of plans for this but then again I got plans for a whole bunch of things so I am not sure if I will continue updating this online or keep it in my journals. This is a source of entertainment for me and I hope you will get some out of it as well.

Also I don't own Homestuck the only thing I can call my own is this weird story that is slowly brewing in my head.

Rewrites are the real. Yaaay. Please tell me if you like this more as I will probably do it for two and three and the future ones.