Dave/Karkat: Resfeber (Swedish), The Restless Race Of The Traveler's Heart Before The Journey Begins, When Anxiety And Anticipation Are Tangled Together
carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG]
CG: OKAY, THAT'S IT, I CAN'T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE.
CG: I AM OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCING THAT I HAVE LOST ALL OF MY PALTRY ABILITY TO HANDLE ANYTHING, AND I'M STEPPING DOWN FROM THIS MISSION.
CG: WE'RE TURNING THIS METEOR AROUND.
TG: whoa
TG: dude
TG: calm your tits
CG: MY TITS ARE CALM.
CG: MY TITS ARE THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE THAT IS MY MISERABLE LIFE, THAT'S HOW CALM THEY ARE.
TG: if you say so
TG: impartial observers might beg to differ
CG: FUCK YOU AND YOUR IMPARTIAL OBSERVERS.
CG: WHY DON'T WE LOOP BACK AROUND AND BEGIN THIS TRIP AGAIN?
CG: MAYBE WITH TWO MORE SWEEPS TO WORK WITH, I'LL SOMEHOW APPROACH HAVING THE ABILITY TO DEAL WITH ANY OF THIS.
TG: just take it as it comes man
TG: and if you made any of us repeat three more years of this shit i think we might literally go insane
CG: FINE.
CG: YOU ALL CAN JUMP OFF THE METEOR OR WHATEVER AND I WILL KEEP RIDING IT INTO OBLIVION.
CG: OH, WHAT A PEACEFUL OBLIVION IT WILL BE.
CG: JUST LOOK AT ALL THE DECISIONS I WON'T HAVE TO MAKE.
TG: are you hyperventilating
TG: because it kind of sounds like youre hyperventilating
CG: DON'T YOU DARE ACT LIKE YOU'RE ABOVE THIS.
CG: YOU'RE TERRIFIED OF DEALING WITH YOUR WEIRD HUMAN LUSUS AGAIN.
TG: yeah the difference is that i just pile on the denial until it stops feeling like reality
TG: im sitting here under a pile of blankets woven from the finest refusing-to-deal-with-this-shit, drinking hot chocolate made from nope-still-not-thinking-about-it
TG: you should try it sometime
CG: FUCK YOU.
TG: here look im going to roleplay as my bro
TG: *buries you in a pile of bizarrely sexual puppets*
TG: *drags you to the top of a thirty-story apartment building to kick your ass in a sword fight*
TG: *drapes his hideous fucking puppet all over you every time youre not looking*
TG: wow surreal its like hes here in this room with me
CG: GOSH, DAVE.
CG: YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS HUMAN DENIAL THING.
CG: I'M JUST LOOKING AT YOU OVER THERE SHAKING IN YOUR HUMAN SHOES.
TG: as opposed to what
TG: troll shoes
TG: because there is functionally fuck-all difference between them
CG: SHUT UP, WHAT I MEAN IS THAT IT'S CLEAR YOU'RE NOT DEALING WITH THIS WELL, SO STOP BEING SUCH A SHITTY ACTOR AND ADMIT IT.
TG: nah
CG: SEE?
CG: YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING AWFUL LIAR. IT'S SO OBVIOUS YOU'RE FLIPPING OUT.
TG: no seriously dude are you hyperventilating
CG: MAYBE.
CG: JUST A LITTLE.
TG: ugh fine why dont we go hang out together and play awful board games or something
TG: or you know what I bet you havent been sleeping again
TG: how do you even function
TG: where are you
CG: UH.
CG: ACTUALLY I CAME TO FIND YOU, BUT THEN I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR SO I MESSAGED YOU INSTEAD.
TG: karkat
TG: are you serious
TG: are you ACTUALLY serious
CG: CAN YOU LET ME IN NOW?
TG: ...
TG: coming
carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG]