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Unexpected Defenses
Ch.1
Karkat
Working the cash register of your cousin's store is not what you imagined for the summer of your senior year. Maybe you should have told Kankri to fuck off, instead of your nonexistent summer plans. After a long ass lecture, he volunteered you for Kanaya's shop. Fucking Kankri, he is so nosy. Who knows how long you will be forced to work here.
Maybe you can blackmail Gamzee and Tavros to work here as well, but they might start making out. Sollux is out, Eridan might start hitting on people. Feferi might do it, Aradia is trying to reform Sollux from an asshole, so she is always tried,and making little progress. Rose, Dave, John and Jade are unaccounted for. Nepeta probably has a sugar high and is chasing something or the other while Equius is chasing her. Vriska is probably playing the hate-love game with Terezi or sending mean texts to Tavros, the girl really does need take a hint. Someone should inform her of Tavros dating Gamzee, but it is sure as hell isn't gonna be you. Maybe, you could make a subtle to the other members of the group to tell her. That would would solve the problem. Probably.
Terezi should really make up her mind on dating someone, about building someone's hopes only to knock them down. Not that you still have a crush on her or anything.
You look around your cousin's clothes shop that is filled with mostly her designs. While you know she worked hard, you have yet to realize the full extend of it. You know she had to fight for the deed to this building, you know they didn't take her seriously at first. No one would tell you what happened for her to get the deed, and probably never will. After sighing for no apparent reason, you lay your head down for a few minutes, then your phone starts buzzing. After your phone stops buzzing, you hear the doorbell ring.
You don't look up for a personal principal. Yep, to show you give 0 fucks about what they want. You are gonna be a douchey cash register guy, who won't give them any shitty help. That is the job of the other people who all decided to take a break at the same time. The bastards. Who do they think they are? Your resolute not to look up, is strained when you feel them staring at know what you look like, with you short and curly black hair, your faintly tanned skin, your strange reddish hazel eyes, short height. You not so ugly or beautiful for them to be staring, unless this about them wanting can play at this game, you won't look up.
After what feels like two hours,(but according to the clock 10 minutes) you look up. The person that is staring looks like Dave Strider. You say looks like because this guy is taller by a few inches, has spiker hair, pointier shades, and likes a tad bit cooler. Not that you think Dave is cool, why would you think that BS, he is lame. This guy has blonde hair like him, and the same stoic facial expression. He has a white T-shirt with a orange hat on it, 'ironic' shit must run in the family. His friend,maybe boyfriend, catches you eye. He has tanned skin like those who run around under the sun. His manner reminds you of Jade, but he looks more like John with his eyes full of mischief. His dark green eyes, and kind of spiked hair. He has a t-shirt with a green squid thingy on it, a dark green jacket, and cargo pants. The way he keeps glancing at the Strider, well, if you didn't think they were a couple before, now you believe it. He walks toward you. Looks like you have to use different language than you usually do.
"Hello , how can I help you?" , you added Mister. You believe that is good enough formal language.