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[mesovortice]

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.

Comments

[hornery]

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.

[honkhonkwoof]

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.

[mesovortice]

"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."

[hornery]

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?"

[honkhonkwoof]

"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.