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You wake up and get clumsily out of your recuperacoon. After yawning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you head immediately to the shower before you get the sopor all over your bedroom.
You enter the bathroom and shed your pajamas, dark grey pants and a black shirt with your symbol on it, both items were gifts from Jade Harley for what she calked your "15th birthday". The idea made no sense to you because you'd never had a birthday before, let alone 14 of them. You took the gift anyways, a way to try and make up for all of the times you trolled her, and still planned on trolling her in the future.
Now completely undressed, you step into the shower and close the curtain because you hated cleaning up puddles of water on the floor after a shower.
You reach over and turn the water on cautiously, then promptly jump out of the way with a small shriek to avoid the spray of ice cold water that shoots out of the showerhead towards you.
You practically hug the end of the shower stall, trying to avoid the stream of water until you feel it warming on your feet. You melt away from the wall and sink into the water, letting yourself be drenched immediately from head to toe.
You wash quickly and try not to spend an embarassingly long time washing your hair for fear of having your masculinity questioned. But damn, your hair is so thick and messy, it's hard to keep clean!
You finish up and get out of the shower. You snatch a towel laying haphazardly on the the counter and dry off your body quickly, and rub your hair off a little, leaving it mostly wet because you like how the moisture gathers in little droplets on the strands of your hair that hang in your face. Which is totally gay. And you don't give two fucks about it.
You drop your dirty pajamas and your towel in the hampster and exit the bathroom, making a mental note to bring the items downstairs to the washer later to have them cleaned.
You rummage around in your dresser and grab a set of clothes that looks and smells relatively clean. You put on your normal, and only, outfit; grey jeans, black shirt with your symbol, and sneakers. You don't even bother trying to comb your hair because it would turn out as even more of a unkempt mess than normal.
With all of your morning preparations completed successfully, you leave your bedroom and go downstairs to the kitchen to silence your stomach, which has been growling at you since you woke up.
Upon entering the kitchen, the scent of frying bacon and burnt toast assaults your nose, causing you to swear loudly and cough into your clenched fist.
You look around for the source of the smell and find Dave Strider and John Egbert standing in your kitchen, obviously bickering over the burnt toast that was stuck to th- How the hell was the toast stuck to the ceiling?! That question was answered for you as the offending square of burnt bread fell to the ground, leaving a yellow stain on the ceiling. Either it was butter... or they killed Sollux and was using his blood to affix toast to the ceiling. At the moment, you aren't sure which scenario is easier to believe.
"What the hell are you two doing here?!" You growl at them from the doorway, effectively interupting their spat with the dangerous tone of your voice. Your eyes narrow slightly and you can nearly see the blood draining from their faces as terror makes them freeze. Until they burst out laughing at you.
"You're not a morning person, are you, Karkles?" Dave asked you, snickering none-too-quietly as he abandoned John and turned back to frying the delicious-smelling bacon, not even bothering to answer why he was in Karkat's hive so early in the day.
"Karkat's not an 'anytime' person." John teased as he stooped to pick up the toast on the floor. "He's too busy trying to look scary to be friendly."
Your pride is seriously injured and you flip the human off with both hands, no longer caring why they are here, you just want them to leave. "What the hell are you talking about, nooksucker? I am scary! I don't have to try!" You defend yourself vehemently, knowing quite well that you are lying through your teeth.
"Of course you are, Karkles," Dave says patronizingly as he pulling the bacon off of the stove and taking the individual pieces out to cool on a plate. "Your candy corn horns are absolutely terrifying."
You have no idea what the hell a candy corn is, but by the way John burst out laughing hysterically at the offhanded comment, you can tell that it's not something to be scared of.
"Fuck you both." You grumble, shuffling over to the fridge and, after getting a cup off of the cupboard, get a drink of water out of the dispenser in the door.
You go sit at the end of your small dining table and sulk. You sip your water sullenly as Dave and John chatter awayin the kitchen. You glare at the wall pointlessly, refusing to admit that you are waiting for them to come in and join you.
Karkat: Face the truth; you're no more scary or intimidating than a kitten