[accidental video/action] Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?

[hamburellakind]

[The video starts abruptly, showcasing John's back as he walks-- something that's a little rare for him, what with the god tier flying and all --down the hall. His movements are slow and his steps are small, almost like he's not all that convinced that he wants to move forward in the first place. His hands fidget around, picking at his pants before floating up to grip the opposite elbow. The gesture seems to be his feeble attempt to keep himself from trembling anymore than he is already.

A sharp, high pitched noise tears from John's throat, and the feed ends.]

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[hamburellakind]

...No.

[forevercapslock]

Yeah I pretty much am, Egbert.

[hamburellakind]

But it'll be cute and cheer me up some more.

[forevercapslock]

Oh fuck you and your hatted man lusus.

[But he trudges in the direction of leaving the building.]

[hamburellakind]

[:D!]

Hehehe, thank you, Karkat!

[forevercapslock]

Shut your seed flaps and walk.

[hamburellakind]

[They make their way into the garden, John sending accusatory looks to some of the flowers as they enter.]

[forevercapslock]

[Almost immediately, Karkat starts sneezing nearly constantly.]

[hamburellakind]

[Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.]

Hehehehehehehehehe, that's so cute, oh my gosh.

[forevercapslock]

I will [sneeze] gouge out your fu- [sneeze] -cking eyeballs and [sneeze] spit in the sockets! [sneeze sneeze sneeze]

[hamburellakind]

You could've just ignored me, dude.

[forevercapslock]

Your stupid human friend- [sneeze] -ship makes me do stupid shit.

[hamburellakind]

Hehehehe.

[John gives Karkat a big hug.]

Okay, let's go back inside and get you some claritin or whatever. Troll claritin.

[forevercapslock]

[Karkat shoves John away after about half a second of allowing this shit and stomps toward the door. Uuuuugh.]

[hamburellakind]

Do trolls even have troll claritin?

[forevercapslock]

I don't care if it's for trolls or not as long as the fucking sneezing stops.

[hamburellakind]

Oh, uh, right!

[John heads to the nearest closet and pulls out a bottle, tossing it over to Karkat with a flick of his wrist.]

Do you guys have doctors? Maybe someday a troll doctor will show up and you guys'll be taken care of for sure!

[forevercapslock]

If it's not something our lusus can help us with, we die and no one gives a shit.

[He eyes the bottle, then eyes the instructions, then twists off the lid and takes a swig.]

[hamburellakind]

I think you'd give a shit, Karkat. You care about your friends!

[forevercapslock]

If I even knew one of them was dead.

[hamburellakind]

...That is one of the things that sucks about online friends.

[forevercapslock]

None of us knew when Aradia died.

Then again, she kept chatting with us even afterward like some undead weeaboo, so I don't know how the fuck we were supposed to know.

[hamburellakind]

Okay, yeah, she's kind of an exception.

[forevercapslock]

My guess is that normally when someone dies, you don't keep hearing from them. That's never happened with any of the others, anyway.

[hamburellakind]

Yeah. I just think that this "nobody would care" thing is something that trolls think they're supposed to say because it sounds cooler and tougher, but really they feel just as bad when someone they care about dies or gets hurt or anything. I mean, you were kind of weird when I was upset, but, um, you didn't just up and leave!