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[littlebastich]

Unfortunately, things historically never went well for Karkat (not for long, in any case), and the trend was destined to continue. Innocent of the circumstances though he was, simply being there was enough to get swept up into the storm of trouble that was Slo-bo.

There would be no sympathy from the Czarnian. Not right now. Right now, his attention was on the mounting mayhem his untimely arrival caused. A great deal of him just wanted to let lose, thrash, tear this disgusting city to shreds...but how well had that worked when he'd been ported back in? It wasn't the same, old, podunk crapsack Earth slum he knew it to be, that was for sure. Someone's gotten to filin' their teeth...

Well, that was all well and fine; Slo-bo's fangs were just as sharp, if not sharper. He wasn't about to let a bunch of fraggin' humans hole him up and poke around his innards a second more.

That settled it. He was bookin' it.

Giving the nearest stopped cab a shove with the elbow (it slid into a bank window), he started to move. Blind, sure, but not lost. He could smell and hear the humans scrambling, and they gave him a wide berth. They'd have to react a little quicker to keep up with his running pace, and those who couldn't were just going to enjoy a little bruising.

"Outta the way, ya losers!"

As he was getting momentum, weaving past the stink of humans, there was one unfortunate body that just didn't have the right stink. Karkat was practically steamrolled over, sending Slo-bo's face right to the pavement.

"Fruh–!" He scrambled, trying to disentangle himself from the little oddball harshing his escape. He could hear the charging of high-powered weapons. Frag. A'course they'd light up their own fraggin' species to try and nuke him. Jerks.

"A'right, c'mon," he growled, grabbing a handful of Karkat hoodie and hefting him up as he rose. Time for an unexpected ride, free of charge (and actual consent)!

On the plus, it spared him the fate the concrete they previously occupied; laserfire was just beginning.