[ Vriska may find herself in for a surprise: the table John and Dave have claimed has a third (but abandoned) human food -- why would anyone call "food" by the word "grub" anyway? That just sounds awful -- tray. Judging by the fact it hasn't all been eaten, whoever had been sitting there hasn't been gone very long.
The corner of Karkat's mouth curls and his nose wrinkles just slightly like a dumb dog when he sneers at her. He doesn't answer her by shouting back because he's got something more important to do: skulk across the floor like a blemish on the lunchroom.
When he's closer to her, he speaks in a flat dead tone: ]
You're in my fucking spot.
[ She isn't, actually, but it seems like a good thing to say.
If he was sitting there first then why did he try to call her over somewhere else anyway? Was he going to try to lead her around like some barkbeast on a chain?
Probably.
In his defense, it wouldn't have been on purpose.
Such is life when you aren't very good at thinking things. ]
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The corner of Karkat's mouth curls and his nose wrinkles just slightly like a dumb dog when he sneers at her. He doesn't answer her by shouting back because he's got something more important to do: skulk across the floor like a blemish on the lunchroom.
When he's closer to her, he speaks in a flat dead tone: ]
You're in my fucking spot.
[ She isn't, actually, but it seems like a good thing to say.
If he was sitting there first then why did he try to call her over somewhere else anyway? Was he going to try to lead her around like some barkbeast on a chain?
Probably.
In his defense, it wouldn't have been on purpose.
Such is life when you aren't very good at thinking things. ]