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[amoray]

I don't exactly blame 'em. None a us want to risk gettin' snatched up and hawe who the fuck knows what done to us in the interim between that and dyin' horribly.

[he makes no comment on Kanaya - it's been ages since they'd seen one another, and he's not sure if he's relieved or disappointed that she's managed to stay alive.

he stops at that last bit, hand on a large can on a back shelf. then, hissed low:]

Shit.

[there are voices outside the room, and he wastes no time tossing the paint can at Karkat.]

It's peach. We had to redo the buildin's coat a while back. Best you're gonna get on short notice, gutterblood.

[and he takes a step towards Karkat.]

Listen, I need you to punch me in the eye. The one missin' the contact. Considerin' the amount a ass currently sittin' right the fuck on the line for you, I think that's the least you god damn well owe me.

[crab]

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. ]

[amoray]

[he curses at the punch, muttering something about that was the weakest ass hit I ewer had the displeasure a sufferin'.]

Shit. Alright, that oughta cower our bases.

[he could go out right now, of course. but he lingers, looking Karkat over with something dangerously close to genuine concern.]

...You ain't been liwin' real easy, huh.

[is this sentimentality? wow, fuck everything.]

[crab]

[ he hasn't. karkat was always slight of build, but he'd always had enough puppy fat and muscle to make up for it. now he was rake-thin, unfortunate, grumpy baby-face from his childhood replaced by something almost gaunt. it makes him look hardened. he has a hunted, wary look about him.

he opens up the tin can, uncomfortably avoiding eridan's gaze. he doesn't really know how he feels about him after all this time. he still has the scar on his chest and back from dying. he hasn't forgotten all the things eridan has done, to him and to those he cares about. but he'd be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't miss him. or worry about him. ]

No one has. Everyone's living rough now; life and easy don't correlate anymore, that is if they ever did, which is doubful. Why do you give a fuck?

[amoray]

I dunno. I shouldn't.

[Eridan busies himself with tying his apron back on, eyes on the floor. his voice is quiet.]

Ed's... I think they killed him. Sweep or so back. Ewerybody's dead, turncoat, or dyin' as rebels. You can't trust anybody these days.

[a pause. he laughs, low.]

I don't know why I'm tellin' you any a this. Rose just ain't a real great listener, I guess.

please save me from my emotions

[crab]

[ he was expecting something scathing about he didn't give a fuck, so that response throws him off.

oh.

edward nygma dead. well. fuck. ]

... Sorry about Nygma, bro. [ feels strange to call eridan that again. ]

Khisanth started working for the government. After they caught her. I've pretty much given the fuck up on trusting people since then. [ he really hates to admit it, but he'd gotten pretty attached to khisanth. she hadn't been a friend, but she'd been something. he'd respected her. she'd been the closest thing he and gamzee had had to a guardian figure in this hell. the bitterness in his voice is heavy.

wait. ]

You found Rose? She's alive? Have you found any of the other humans? Who else are you in contact with?

all of my tears tbh

[amoray]

[he grunts in response to... well, it isn't exactly clear what he's referring to, but it isn't until the comment about Rose he speaks again.]

Rose is doin' pretty well for herself, actually. Seer bullshit. Couldn't keep track a anybody else, though.

[crab]

[ there is a long, awkward silence after that, which karkat fills by applying the paint to his face, muttering curses every now and again. ]

I'd have expected this kind of bullshit on Alternia, you know. We were all about segregation and subjugation. That was basically the foundation of our society. I didn't think the humans had it in them to pull this kind of stunt, though. Before.

[ another pause. the next words are quiet and angry, ground out through his teeth. ]

All of this feels too much like home.