Well...This was rather quick to update 0_o Think this might be my quickest update for this fic (or not, I dunno, my memory is shocking)

So yeah, I was about ready for bed last night and then BAM! shot with a bullet of inspiration and got it all done in one go! This has never happened, usually I struggle for a few hours and takes a few days to get a chapter, so sorry if this seems a little filler-ish but just let me have my moment, I doubt this'll happen very often again.

Chapter Thirteen

Outside the office room, Dirk was waiting on one of the seats, along with a few other men who were also applying for the same job. Dirk wasn't worried, he's a Strider for Christs sake, Striders aren't nervous on such small things like this…even though he really needed this job to feed to boys and himself…and pay rent for their apartment…and pay the electricity, gas and water bill.

Okay, maybe he's a little nervous.

After waiting impatiently in the waiting room for about 20 minutes, the office door opened where two men walked out; both well dressed in their suits. Dirk pulled a discontent expression from the fact that he was also in a suit. He hated wearing suits, their just too formal for Dirks taste and god was his itchy; the older strider was trying his hardest to not scratch himself.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr Mason." One of the men, who must have been the interviewer, stated as he shook the other man's hand. "We'll be sure to contact you about your results."

"Thank you very much for your time, Mr Scratch." The other man said as he finally let go and began to leave the building. Scratch moved back into his office again, probably to prepare himself for the next interview.

Great, more waiting.

It was another 10 minutes before Scratch opened the door again, a file in his hand. "Mr Strider?"

'Finally' Dirk mentally sighed as he stood up. He did a quick stretch to relax his muscles before walking into the room where he was greeted by Mr Scratch.

The most noticeable features on this man were his incredibly pale skin and his surprisingly shinny bald head.

"Please take a seat Mr Strider." Scratch gestured to the seat in front of his desk. Dirk complied and took his seat, straightening up to try and look as professional as possible."

Scratch took his seat on the other side of the desk, taking a look at a few papers that were on his desk, most likely the resume and other little papers that Dirk had to submit. Scratch glanced up before smirking, "Relax Mr Strider, this is just a simple interview, not an interrogation. There's no reason for you to be so stressed."

It was right after Scratch had talked that Dirk realized how stiff and tense he was. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed as he exhaled.

"First interview, huh?"

"Umm, yeah." Dirk couldn't help but chuckle, he was subconsciously getting worked up over nothing.

"Alright Mr Strider, let's begin. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

By about 4pm Aranea's phone went off. All of the wrigglers had dosed off during the story, with the exception of Karkat who just persisted on having Aranea to continue reading the trashy novel. She was really hoping to enjoy this book in her alone time, not read it out to children. With a sigh, Aranea handed the book over to Karkat who clung onto the book as if his life depended on it, and made her way to the kitchen to answer the phone.

"Hello?" The cerulean blood answered.

" Sup Aranea."

"Oh Dirk." Aranea sighed tiredly.

"Jeeze, If I knew you were going to be like this, I wouldn't have called."

"Sorry, I'm just…I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"Boys been a handful?"

"A little, Dave wouldn't drink his milk, which by the way, should not be replaced with apple juice," Aranea stated sternly, which got her a chuckle from the other end. "And Karkat's been making me read him a book."

"You're tired over a book?"

"A novel actually, we're already 3/4th's of the way through."

"Ouch. Well, I'm on my way back right now; I'll probably be there in about half an hour."

"Alright, see you then."

"Right-o, see ya." And with that, the conversation ended.

With a sigh, Aranea placed her phone back onto the charger and walked into the lounge room where she was surprised to see that Karkat finally dropped. The older troll walked over to the couch and very carefully removed the book successfully from the tiny wigglers clutches. Karkat let out a tiny whimper before sleep fully kicked in.

Placing to horrid book back on the coffee table, Aranea moved back into the kitchen to make herself some tea, and just relax until Dirk arrives to pick up the boys. Time seemed to fly as there was a knock on the door. Pulling herself up from the table, the cerulean blood made her way to answer the door.

"Jeeze, I didn't think that the boys would be that bad, you look absolutely frazzled."

"Oh no no, I admit they are a bit more demanding than any of the other's I've ever had to work with, but they were still good."

Dirk shrugged, "Well, if you say so. I'm just gonna take the boys and leave, how much do I owe ya?"

"About $40." Aranea said casually.

Dirk whipped out his wallet and handed the female troll her money before pocketing his wallet and letting himself in.

He found Karkat on the couch, completely dead to the world. He picked up the tiny troll and took a quick glance at the coffee table where a certain object caught his attention.

"50 shades of grey Aranea, Really?" Dirk commented.

Aranea gasped in horror as she turned a very dark shade of blue in embarrassment. She power walked into the lounge room and swiped the book off the table and tried it behind her back.

"I know you like these trashy romance books but really? You know it's just a shitty Twilight fanfiction that somehow got published. Kinda ironic that they're equally as bad as each other."

"Do-don't you have somewhere else to be?!" Aranea squawked, turning as blue as her blood.

Dirk couldn't help but laugh, "Easy there Serket, I'm just stirring ya. Where's Dave?"

"I-in the play pen."

Dirk sauntered over to the pen where he picked up Dave with his free arm and decided to take a look at the other tykes. There was a little girl troll who was curled up and letting out tiny purrs. There was a sea dweller rugged up in a yellow blanket; the fins on the side of his face would flutter as he breathed. And finally the last – WHOA! Dirk was absolutely caught off guard by the last one; he was a big chubby fella, and Dirk didn't think it was possible for a baby to get that big but just looking at him was just –wow.

Aranea walked up and glanced down at her temporary charges, "That's Gamzee, he's pretty big for his age."

"That is an understatement."

"He's a purple blood so he will grow into his baby fat, they're known for their big build."

"Huh…Alright, I better get going before the boys wake up. Thanks a lot Aranea."

"No problem, just promise me you'll feed Dave more milk otherwise he's not going to grow."

"…I can't promise anything." That little quip earned an elbow to the ribs, "Oww, alright I'm going, I'm going." Dirk laughed as he headed for the door, but paused before he exited. "By the way, if Karkat grows up liking those trashy novels, I'm permanently leaving him in your care."

One flying book to the head dodged and Dirk was gone, and all Aranea could do is bury her face into her hands. Oh god, she could just die from embarrassment right now.

*GASP* Holy shit, one more chapter to go! This is a fucking milestone...actually getting past chapter 4 (which I've always struggled with in any fic) was a milestone for me, but to actually finish a fic feels unreal.

Alright guys, I REALLY need you to read below this, I've got a few things to ask.

So, on AO3 someone suggested that if I do a sequel, that I should do requests. Despite that I can't believe I never thought of that, I thought that it might be a really good idea because I'm sure everyone has good idea's they would have loved to incorperate into my fic and I'm letting you guys have the chance to do so! (Also, it'll do wonders if I hit a writers block when it comes to ideas =w=) anyway, Yay or Neh?

Also, please vote on my Poll on my profile, I wanna know what age group you want Dave and Karkat to be. If I don't get anything, they'll be kindergarteners by default

And finally (okay, this one can be ignored if you like) One final interact with my readers question!

Alright so apparently your patron troll isn't the same troll you share your sign with (because for example, John would have had Aradia instead of Vriska) to figure this out you use the day and month you were born. So my birthday is March the 14th, so then you add up each number (3+1+4=8) therefore, my patron troll is Vriska! I feel a little comfort in that because I know she can make me God Tier but I think that all depends on if she likes me or not XD

If you're result is over 12, you start all over again so 13=Aradia, 14=Tavros ect.

Yeah, sorry if I just confused you guys even more but hey, these things are fun and I like to see what people get :D