Whoops that last chapter was short. Here, have another chapter.
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The next morning, Karkat awoke early and went to his classes, hurrying home with the intent of turning on his computer and staring at his screen until Strider came off idle chat.
He ran through his front door like a bat out of hell, keys in hand, Nep at his side.
This fucker better post something tonight.
Making his way to the kitchen, he was shocked to find that he was out of coffee.
Fuck.
He had drank it all.
In such a short amount of time, too.
The thought hit him and he momentarily feared for his safety.
The fear was lost when someone knocked on his door. It was a UPS guy.
"Delivery for a...Kar..kat..Vantas?" The chubby man looked up at the cancer, his small beard twitching.
"Me. Where the hell do I sign?"
"Here..and here."
He scribbled quickly and was handed a small box. It was from a New York address. Curiosity kicked in and he ripped it open, slamming the door on the little man behind him.
"Are..you fucking kidding me?"
It was a mug.
A coffee cup that said "I love New York" on it.
There was a small note with an invite to Nepeta's wedding stating that "in the spirit of things" it was to be an "I love New York" themed wedding.
Wonderful.
Fucking wonderful.
Count this fucker out.
He thought about throwing the mug away. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
After all, Nepeta had taken the time to send it.
Or maybe her mother had reminded her.
Who fucking cared.
Nice cup. He'd drink coffee out of the shit.
After setting it on the counter and making a mental note to go get some more coffee later, he sat down at his desk hoping Strider was online. Conveniently enough, he was greeted by two new messages, mere minutes old.
"well it wasnt at work so im pretty sure dat shit is at the coffee shop"
"going there now ill be back soon kk"
Well fuck.
He might as well go pick up some coffee himself, while he waited.
In his current state, it was probably the worst fucking idea ever to run out and not restock asap.
He headed to the coffee shop.
Once there, Karkat made his way over to the stand of different coffee types. Last time he had picked the biggest fanciest blend. No wonder he had run out of this shit so quickly. It was delicious.
He grabbed another bag of the same blend and turned on his heel, ready to get home when he suddenly came face to face with the one person he did not care to see. Ever.
Hipster kid grinned down at him.
"Hey, kid."
The cancer was not going to take this shit today.
"Get the hell out of my way!" He attempted to push him aside, but the hipster would not budge.
Instead he leaned down close to the smaller boy and pushed up his shades, making eye contact.
Karkat couldn't breathe.
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
His yes were red. Crimson and bright. Shocking even.
They matched the brunettes, only they seemed to burn...desire?
Karkat couldn't be sure. He'd lost all ability to reason.
That became even more evident when the hipster asked him a question, barely above a whisper.
"Lets hang?"
Karkat must have lost his fucking mind. He must have thrown out all logic and instead dumped a cold bucket of frozen fish in the space it had once been.
Because he said yes.