{Karkat,Vriska}
A lone wiggler looks out the window of his respiteblock. It is boring, but since his stupid meanie head lusus broke the television, he has literally nothing better to do. This is so STUPID.
Suddenly, of of the corner of his eye, he sees some movement.
Someone bursts out of one of the neighboring hives. The figure is small, about his height, and it is moving pretty stealthily. It is dragging something that is certainly not even close to his size and certainly not alive. A neighbor.
The smaller figure is moving very slowly, presumably having difficulties with the corpse. How is no one else seeing this happen?
"What are you up to, butt-munch?" He calls out the window.
The mysterious figure freezes in it's tracks and slowly turns to face the source of the unexpected intrusion. A pair of yellow eyes cut through the night and stare up at him, wide and surprised at being caught. Quickly, the surprise replaces itself with arrogance.
"I'm bringing this to my lusus! She told me to get her dinner all on my own tonight!" Her voice, which is most definitely female, is full of pride but somehow laced with fear. "And I did!"
The male troll in the window does not speak for a few moments. Just when the young murderer was almost completely sure he's shut up and left her alone, he opens his mouth.
"Are you dumb or something?"
This, she was not expecting. Fear, maybe. Perhaps just indifference. Not an insult!
"Whaaaaaaaat? I was doing fine until you showed up!"
"That's not the point, stupid! That guy's matesprit only lives a few hives over! There's no way she won't notice something's up right away with her freaky psychic powers! Not to mention the sun will be up in just a few hours! You'll probably burn to death before you can even get back to your lusus! Where do you live, anyways? That isn't a suburban accent, and you'll never get out of here if you don't know how to navigate! Not to mention the smell. Thanks for stinking up everything in a mile's radius, genius!"
The troll outdoors is silent for a few seconds before giving a semi-loud huff.
"No one around here can hurt me without getting culled! I'm too high for there to be no consequences."
"You really think someone in mourning would care? Try again, dipstick!" The troll in the window shakes a fist at her ignorance. "Just- SKREEE! Wait a minute!"
He disappears from the window. After a moment, the troll girl begins to drag her victim in the direction of home once more. The entrance of the hive bangs open and a troll her around age appears. He's wearing a too-big turtle neck and grey shorts. His hair is messy. His horns; nubby. His symbol, weirdly enough, is painted a steely grey. Behind him, he drags a wooden wagon.
"Here." He thrusts the handle in her face. "Use this from now on. And stay out of places with lots of trolls! Not everyone here's a lowblood, you know. You're gonna get hurt if you keep this up."
She, he notes with a bit of smugness, is a little shorter than himself. Her hair is wild and her horns are mismatched. There's something weird going on with one of her eyes, but he decides to ignore it. The symbol on her shirt is blue, but she is covered in speckles of yellow.
"..." She does not move, she simply stares at him.
Growing impatient, he drops the handle and runs back into his hive. His lusus is going to start harping about sleep soon anyways.
When he crawls out of his recuperacoon the following evening, he troops over to the window once more. The wagon is noticeably absent and he can hear the shrieking of his neighbor's matesprit as she finds blood everywhere but no body. Slowly, he feels his face begin to get hot so he tears away from the window before anyone can see his bright red blush.
