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[ It's a Video post after this log.
There is Karkat’s face squished against the screen. He looks a bit messier than usual, which (you might notice as Terezi pulls him away to “stare” triumphantly) might be explained by the fact that he’s wrapped up in color strands of yarn, unable to move. ]
THIS IS MINE.
[ She’s holding him up by the back of the shirt, shaking him at the screen any time he tries to speak. ]
THIS.
[ shake, shake, shake. ]
IS MINE.
[ She drags him close, gives him a big smooch on the cheek, then ends the transmission. ]
There is Karkat’s face squished against the screen. He looks a bit messier than usual, which (you might notice as Terezi pulls him away to “stare” triumphantly) might be explained by the fact that he’s wrapped up in color strands of yarn, unable to move. ]
THIS IS MINE.
[ She’s holding him up by the back of the shirt, shaking him at the screen any time he tries to speak. ]
THIS.
[ shake, shake, shake. ]
IS MINE.
[ She drags him close, gives him a big smooch on the cheek, then ends the transmission. ]
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His smile drops into a more thoughtful expression at the question though. ]
Am not sure... romance, in any form, is rarely of interest to me. Have no need for it. Recently, though, my apathy seems to have melted away. Is as if a switch has gone off in my mind. Or heart.
I do not like this. Now things are complicated. Everything was so much simpler when the world was simply black and white, America and I.