A SELECTION from this fanfiction follows this author's note. If you wish to read the FULL fanfiction, you can find it at the author's Archive of Our Own account, linked on her profile.
I have made the decision to cut off my fanfiction from this site due to ideological differences with site management. I believe that fan-works should be free, which means not only free monetarily, but also free of restrictions such as this site's ban on chat-fics (virtually ruining the Homestuck fandom), second-person point of view stores (it's...a POV...really), and, of course, adult materials, among other things.
I understand that this may upset some readers, but I ask that you respect my decision about how to manage my creative works. They still exist, un-altered, on another site.
I highly recommend you give AO3 a try. Joining the Archive of Own is a simple process, though it may take a few days to go through the waiting list. However, AO3 was created by fans, is FUNDED by fans (meaning it is advertisement-free), and does not restrict anything unless for valid copyright issues. It also has a robust tagging and search system, as well as a series manager, which will reduce the confusion regarding many of my works. If you are an author and would like an invitation, please message me through PM to see if I have any available.
Thank you for all your support as I entered into the world of fan-works. If you're interested in more of my fan-works, including audio productions, cosplay, and videos, please check my Tumblr, also linked on my profile.
Fan-girling with you all,
Kit
7834: Lies of Omission
KARKAT: SINCE I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER GENERAL PURPOSE QUESTION TO HELP BREAK THE ICE IN LITERALLY ANY IMAGINABLE SOCIAL SITUATION.
KARKAT: WHERE ARE YOUR FUCKING PANTS?
TEREZI: ZZZZZZZ
Magnanimously, Dave pushed his headphones off and picked up his little speaker-shaped radio. "Look, Karkles, I know you're just drippin' from your teeny man-girl parts, ringing me up at all hours, but I'm kinda in the middle of finishing this track. I don't care to play 'what are you wearing?' with the grandest of alien douche-nozzles."
"I don't. Care. What you're wearing," Karkat spat back. "Just where your pants are."
Dave rested his elbow on the table, holding up his chin and letting a little, private smile flit across his face. "I'll tell you where mine are if you tell me about yours."
"They're on my fucking legs, asshole!" Karkat hissed, and Dave's grin began to fade. Normally, Karkat would have responded to a line like that with all-caps and double-underlines. Not repetition of his question, "Where are your pants?"
Dave pushed back from the table, walking to the door of his respiteblock. "All present and accounted for. You know...until I see Terezi again."
Silence on the line.
Dave waited, just a few seconds more, for the explosion. When it didn't come, he retrieved his half-sword from where it leaned against the wall, strapping it to his waist.
[END SELECTION]
This story, in its entirety, can be found at Kitsune Heart's AO3 account, linked in her profile.