I've tried to leave clues of my own for them to follow, but there's a fine line between leading friends back to you and leading government pukethrashers back to you.

[ karkat fumbles the paint can and nearly drops it, before steadying it in his hands. at eridan's request, he starts, incredulous. ]

What the fuck? You want me to hit you? [ well. the one purple eye thing might throw a wrench in what looks like eridan's cozy little cafe job. and karkat isn't really out to fuck that up for him. karkat hesitates for only a few beats before drawing back his fist.

the punch is considerably weaker than the one he threw back on the cafe floor, but should be enough to give eridan a black eye all the time. ]