[Sigh, again. Karkat just closes the door, locks it, and goes to move the chair.] John, help me with this again.
This is just turning into some bullshit sleepover. A slumbullshit party. Are we hoping the irony of the four of us sharing a damn hotel room is going to wake Dave like a siren song to coolkids, if the song were all the screaming I'm bound to do from having to put up with this?
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[Sigh, again. Karkat just closes the door, locks it, and goes to move the chair.] John, help me with this again.
This is just turning into some bullshit sleepover. A slumbullshit party. Are we hoping the irony of the four of us sharing a damn hotel room is going to wake Dave like a siren song to coolkids, if the song were all the screaming I'm bound to do from having to put up with this?