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Date & Time: backdated to the ninth's evening
Location: suite 207
Characters: Gamzee Makara (

honkhonkwoof), Karkat Vantas (

hornery), John Egbert (

mesovortice).
Summary: Roommates
Warnings: Cursing ofc.

John is the first one in the apartment. It's not cozy in here but John hesitates to call it roomy. It's looking to be just big enough for three whole people.

He wanders through, slowly setting down his things and emptying his sylladex, and he places a little sticky note on his door that says "John's Room". Just in case anyone gets confused. And then he goes to flop on the couch, lounging around and waiting for his roommates to march on in.

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Gamzee gets inside shortly after John does, not noticing him until he's passing right in front of the couch, heading towards the other rooms. And so he'll slow and take a few steps back, realizing this is who Karkat and him would be rooming with. He'll give a slow, lazy smile, staring down at John.

"Heeey, motherfucker, I think I been seein' you round here before. That's one wicked set of clothes you're all wearin' there."

Karkat follows a moment after, takes one look around, and heads straight for one of the bedrooms. The door slams behind him and there's a muffled complaint about the bed. He won't be coming out for a while if he has his way, so John and Gamzee might as well get all acquainted.

Maybe that's not a good idea. Karkat might listen at the door.

John just sort of... blinks for a second at Karkat's brisk arrival and departure. And then he breaks out into a grin.

"Dang, he's not in a good mood, is he? You'd think he'd at least come by and complain at us. Hi! I'm John, you're Gamzee right? We talked over the citywide forum a bit."

Gamzee watches after him, raising an eyebrow. Bro sure was moody. He realizes John is speaking to him and turns to him again with a lazy smile.

"Naw, Karbrother's always like that. Yeah, 'm Gamzee. I remember you just fine." He'll flop over and sit beside John, eyes still on him. Man, so this was the guy his moirail was always flipping his shit over.

He laughs a bit, and nods. "I figured he'd be talkative though, since he can go on and on when we're talking online. It's good to meet you in real life and stuff. So do you guys ram horns when you're fighting?"

He nods, putting on a thoughtful face. "Think he's got his tired all on or somethin'."

He glances up at his own horns as if he expects them to answer for him. "Uuuh, nope. I think that'd be really motherfuckin' hurtin' them, actually. And maybe you'd end up gored by the other motherfucker's horns, if they're all up and pointy and shit." He thinks of Tavros' horns, wincing at the idea. "Or just really big."

"Oh," John says. "Well, that's kind of the point though isn't it? When you're fighting."

Gamzee winces. "Agh, I don't wanna be motherfuckin' thinkin' bout that kinda shit happening, but yeah, sure."

"Okay!" John looks around the room some, then goes to stand. "Should we just let Karkat take a nap? Or should we drag him out? I want to talk with him, it's so cool to meet everyone in the flesh."

Karkat would probably want to be left alone if he just stormed into his room like that. Gamzee guesses this, but with a slow smile he stands as well and nods.

"Yeah. Let's get our smooth chat on, maybe sit back and be wicked chill, like bros are all bein' inclined to do. Sure Karbrother wouldn't mind talkin' a little bit before nappin'."

John nods, and paces off to Karkat's door. "Yeah. Let's do that. ...Hey Karkat, Karkat!" He knocks.

All John gets in response is a muffled "what the hell do you want, Egbert?"

Karkat is not going to get up to answer that door for anything less than a life or death situation right now. Or if there's anything important he needs to be told. Or if someone needs help with something that isn't completely pointless. Whatever, there are lots of things he'd get up for. The point is he's not getting out of his half-assed nest of blankets and pillows to socialize. If he's stuck here and there's nothing that can be done about it yet, he's going to catch up on some sleep first.

Gamzee decides to come on over as well, and leans past John to knock swiftly and laugh. "We's just wantin' to get our chat on. For a little while only, maybe? If you're so motherfucking tired." He smiles down at John.

"Kaaaaaaaarkat! Come on, would you get out of bed for a second? You are such a party pooper. We're all meeting together at once for the first time and all you can do is sleep."

There's a symphony of cranky noises-- thwap, thump, growl, stomp-- before Karkat's door cracks open. He's dragged his blanket with him and looks a bit like a burrito with feet. He would go on a giant tirade about how he is so tired and since there is no psychopathic flying dog with god powers trying to kill them right now, he is entitled to a fucking nap, but these bulgeslurping morons wouldn't give a shit. He hates them both.

"What do you want?"

"We'd already been tellin' you. C'mon, let's just get our talk on for a short little while. You can get back to your sleepin' soon." He smiles crookedly down at Karkat, finding his burrito-state very amusing.

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