Thank you for so many follows/faves. Also, the reviews really keep me going.

You guys are awesome.

I may not update as often as I was before due to my senior year having started but I'll still keep this going for you all.

Short chapter is short, sorry guys.

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"are you okay" the words flashed onto Karkat's screen and he grimaced.

No he was not fucking okay. 'Okay' was not even on that ships radar anymore. And how could it be when the radar was no longer working due to the ship having gone down in a splash of fire and oil.

Tonight was simply not his night. And venting didn't sound like much fun anymore.

Strider had worked later than usual and left the cancer alone to pace his house and drink coffee.

By this point, Karkat wasn't feeling like talking about anything related to Nepeta. He was even avoiding his cat.

"I'm FINE. STOP ASKING DAMMIT."

"whoa sorry for assuming you werent okay just because of excessive caps and aggressive one word replies"

"SIGH. FINE."

"fine what"

Karkat glanced at his computer screen, summoning the words.

Fuck this was hard.

"I'll tell you what's wrong. But only if you tell me something."

"shoot kid"

The cancer thought long and hard. He wanted to ask him a question. But he couldn't place his finger on exactly what he wanted to know.

Stupid ass question-block.

A thought hit Karkat and he typed quickly, pressing enter before he could stop himself.

Re-reading his reply, he cringed at the typos and the nerve that he seemed to have randomly pulled out of his ass.

"FUCK o k so what the hel do you look like?!"

"ok*, hell*"

There was a long pause before his reply.

Beep.

A link appeared.

Karkat's heart sped up as he copied the link (erasing the spaces, as links usually didn't go through on this shitty ass messenger) and clicked enter.

Son of a bitch.

Mother fucker set him up.

"whAT THE FUCK STRIDER?"

"crows are my spirit animal"

"THIS IS A SHITTY MS PAINT DRAWING OF A BIRD"

"what the fuck else did you expect from the mac daddy of irony"

"Oh I don't know maybe a fuCKING PICTURE OF YOURSELF."

"nah bro cant do that im not sure if youre some crazy axe murderer or not"

"Then why don't we just fucking meet up irl some time?"

There was a long pause while Strider typed and Karkat stared at his screen in shock.

Had he really just asked this asshole anon to meet in person?

Strider would probably decline. Than log off and leave Karkat to his own devices.

The cancer brought his knees to his chest, the office chair creaking in protest of the extra weight. He buried his Auburn eyes in the material of his pants and tried to process what losing Strider would mean.

Just another internet asshole.

Beep.

Some random loser he'd met online.

Beep.

Who knew all of his secrets.

Beep.

And actually seemed to care.

Beep.

Karkat reluctantly looked up from his self pity palace to the screen, preparing for the worse.

What he saw made his eyes widen.

"im game"

"where do you live"

"yo"

"bro someone needs sleep"

Karkat quickly typed a reply, hoping Strider wouldn't go offline.

"Where the hell do you live?"

"oh shit the princess has awoken"

"Strider."

"i just moved to this rainy ass place called washington"

Karkat's heart skipped a beat and he sat in a trance-like state, staring at his screen.

"heard of it or are you an internationalfag"

Trance broken, he typed quickly.

"Holy shit."

"what"

"I live in Washing ton hOLY SHIT"

"whoa whoa what really man"

"REALLY."

"i call bullshit"

"NO FOR FUCKING REAL!"

"oh shit where"

The caner paused. Should he really tell him what town? Yes he told him most things but when it came to personal shit, prior to tonight, they had seemed to have an unspoken rule that neither revealed much.

And was it really safe?

"I'll tell you if you show me your face. I don't care how godawful you look. I don't care if you're some FATASS in his mother's basement who hides bodies in the attic. I don't care how many pimples you have or wether you have a habit of popping them. Show me YOUR STUPID FUCKING FACE and I'll tell you where I live."

Strider typed as Karkat processed what he was asking for.

Beep.

"you got yourself a deal kid"