"Okay you can fucking stop here." Karkat said, not so nicely, to the driver of the Taxi he was in. Serves the bastard right for charging a dollar for every tenth of a mile, he thought. He pulled out a 20 and handed it to the driver, getting out of the car with his luggage.
His eyes drifted to the structure in front of him, and a rare smile took shape on his face as he took it all in. Boston University. He was really fucking there.
It had certainly been a god damned struggle though, from keeping his grades high enough to get accepted, to paying the ridiculous fucking cost of tuition. The cost of airfare to even show up was a god damned joke, but he'd managed to make all of this happen.
Karkat paced into the building, a large banner reading "WELCOME FRESHMEN" immediately catching his eye. It was splayed over a desk labeled "Information". He walked over, dragging his bags behind him. Damned things weighed almost 40 pounds. A woman who seemed to be just a few years older than him smiled at him from behind the desk.
"Hi, Name please?" She asked, cordially.
"Karkat Vantas." He said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her perky demeanor.
"That's a cod name." The woman said, giggling.
"Yeah it's – Wait did you just say cod?" he asked.
She never got the chance to respond because at that moment, a man, who Karkat could only describe as a douchey hipster, came up and put his arm around her, much to the woman's dismay.
"Hey Cuttlefish." The man said in a thick Boston accent. When she didn't respond, he added "Get it, because Cuttle sounds almost like Cute?"
"Yes, I get it Eridan." She groaned, shrugging out of his hold.
"Aww, come on Fef, don't be so cold. I'm using fish puns and everything!"
Karkat stared at Eridan, disgust written all over his face.
Not only did this guy try too hard in the way he talked, but he also did it in the way he looked. He had dark brown, almost black hair with a purple streak running through his blown-out-yet-slicked-back bangs and was wearing a black shirt with the words "U MAD BRO" written simply on it. As if to add insult to injury, he was wearing the grossest scarf that Karkat had ever seen.
His pants were a whole different fucking catastrophe that he wasn't going to get into.
After a few moments of bickering with the woman, Eridan noticed the look Karkat was giving him.
"Got somethin' to say?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at him. The look on his face made it obvious that he thought the other were the scum of the earth, or at least something close to it.
"You're the biggest douchebag I've ever had the fucking displeasure to lay eyes on. Tell me, how many discount cards do you have to urban outfitters? I'd guess somewhere between 100 and un-fucking-necessary." Karkat said point blankly.
"Who the hell do ya think ya are?" Eridan said, gritting his teeth.
"He's your new roommate." The woman interjected.
Yells of "What?" and "Are you fucking kidding me?" erupted from both of the men.
The woman stared down at the desk, reading some kind of agenda before looking up at them.
"Nope, says it right here. Karkat Vantas and Eridan Ampora, Dorm Zone 10 by the Boston Harbor, floor 4, room 413." She said, before a small smile drifted on to her face.
"It sure won't be boring, will it?"
