"What the heck is flarping?" A question often going through young troll's minds that
have yet to be introduced to the simple yet debatable actions amongst young nook suckers on
this planet. Ok, only one troll has this question running through his young mind, he has yet to
know about this bull poop he has no time for. But hey, most young two legged grubs think their
own opinion is the most important freaking thing on this planet. "Alternia….what a stupid sounding name," Again, only one troll is really thinking this, but for the sake of his own sanity and self-importance, this question holds number one spot on Questions Of The Universe. "The universe…."
"Hey, Mr. Cool Guy, what are you spewing out now? The nonsense is really getting on my nerves," Realizing that his thoughts were going through his brain and out his spit spout, Karkat turns away from the strangely dressed troll's teasing yet deviant eyes, her glare groping the back of his head relentlessly.
"I-it's none of your business idiot," Karkat hisses as he attempts, and fails, to hide his embarrassment and stupidity. "And look who's asking, wearing that…that…..silly…..stupid…."
"It's called roleplay," The troll says, smirking. "And it's not shitty. Your mumbling on the other hand is rather irritating compared to your random questioning to the universe," Enraged and uncomfortable, Karkat's immaturity tries its best to reinsert his self-importance on this barbaric, smirking, vulgar, ninny poop head by explaining that there is no need for profanity.
"I did not say that word!" He says as his pointer claws flail uselessly into the air,
trying his best to preach to this infidel.
"Say what word?" The infidel asks casually. "I have failed to see what you're shitting about."
Grinding his teeth, Karkat tries, or at least thinks he tries, to yell back. "You
know darn well what I mean. The bad word,"
"What the shit balls are you talking about? I really don't have two shits on what you
could possibly mean," Treading in the dirt path that the Troll was pacing for hours now, the genderless being feels the cold wall, trying their best not to trip on the several bits of lusus snacks (A.K.A. Trolls) that litter the floor of the cavern. From the top of what was the entrance, a dim light beams its way onto the rainbow ground. "Well this is a shitty predicament that you have gotten us into," the troll groans, yet its wide grin had yet to shrink like everything else had in this cold. Hope, dignity, bonebulges, and anything else that size depending on the circumstance and departure are dwarfed by its fanged, crescent shaped face crack that resides a Troll-inch bellow her nose."Good job shitbag, real smooth idea,"
"One, I told you not to use that word," Karkat hisses. "And I know you're using it on purpose. And two, if it wasn't for me right now, that goat lusus would of killed us already,"
Trying his best to ignore the violation of his skull committed by fire like sight of troll vision, Karkat looks towards the tunnel. Dark and eerie, only the dim gleams of blood show any sign
that this wall of darkness shows any sign of escape.
"Well as great as that shitty plan was, I think I'll take charge," The troll says, shoving Karkat out of the way, red handmade boots clapping on the tiles of slate and stone. Its unusually tall stature is slowly engulfed by the shadows of the unknown. "Well don't stand there, shit for thinking pans, this flarping is not going to go on break just because we are,"
"I'm not following you anywhere Mr. or , uh Mrs?" Karkat grumbles, only to find the troll once again gleaming with pointy teeth, now giving a facial expression one can only describe as annoyance.
"Ahem? I know trying to be funny is good for someone like you to try, but you could make your jokes less lame," the troll replies, scoffing.
"But I'm not…" Karkat protests, "You look like you're missing some things to be a girl or,"
"I'm not sure if you're joking or just trying to be a nook pucker," The troll snaps while looking over its own physical appearance.
Karkat feels heat rising into his cheeks, coloring them a rosy pink. Thankful for the dark, he replies, "Well, then which is it? Are you a girl or a boy?"
The troll regards him with that infuriating smile on its face and simply says, "Not telling,"
"Whatever, I don't care anyways," Karkat grumbles again, looking down at his feet.
"Look troll," the infidel gloats. "I don't care for your uptight attitude, and your shirtless attire. (and those hiked up pants, yikes!) But I have this knack of believing in Troll Karma, and it would only be right if you follow. Now troll up grub, and let's get out of here. That goat won't be pleased that we locked him out of his hive," The troll waves Karkat towards itself, an almost innuendoes aura emit from its yellow eyes.
"Fine," Karkat replies, pouting. "But only if you refrain from that word. And don't pretend to be stupid and not know what I'm talking about, because I know you do," Karkat walks past the crude troll, avoiding eye contact as he trots quickly down the corridor of the unknown.
"Fine," The genderless troll sighs. "But if you fucking think I'll stand the hell behind
your ass, motherfucker, I swear I will flip my poop! Let us Flarp on!" A strange giggle followed
by the warm glare of the troll's invasive vision along with the yet gushing of blood, reinsures Karkat that he really hates flarping.
"What is flarping anyway?" He whispers to himself.