JOHN: come on, karkat! it'll be fun! KARKAT: ABSO-SHITTING-LUTELY NOT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO HERE, AND IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK. JOHN: i'm not trying to do anything! :( JOHN: you just hardly ever hang out with us and have fun. JOHN: everyone's always sad that you're not there. JOHN: it's not like you ever do anything important instead! you just end up spending the night by yourself making out with an ~ath manual or crying into a tub of ice cream in front of a romcom or something. JOHN: and it's just because you always care too much about what other people think about you and whether or not you're going to make an ass out of yourself! JOHN: which is total bullshit. KARKAT: ... JOHN: you're my friend and you don't deserve to be so down on yourself. JOHN: pleeeeeeeease? KARKAT: SHIT-SPITTING JEGUS ON A SPRING-LOADED HOPPING DEVICE, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK STOP DRAWING YOUR VOWELS OUT LIKE THAT. JOHN: so you'll come? :B KARKAT: FINE.
You pat yourself on the back for such a stunning display of the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP. Karkat is still glaring, but you know he'll have a good time. The ends justify the means, the means being heartfelt guilt-tripping and the end being AWESOME, DRUNKEN GOOD TIMES with your closest friends.
And if that doesn't work, you might be forced to bring out the big guns. You secretly know the location of the few dozen godawful screenplays Karkat has written, and that location could change at any time, to, say, Dave's hands.
Your expression has become SNEAKY. A bit of ALARM shows on Karkat's face.
Past John: Be a terrible no good blackmailing son of a bitch. (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
JOHN: come on, karkat! it'll be fun!
KARKAT: ABSO-SHITTING-LUTELY NOT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO HERE, AND IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK.
JOHN: i'm not trying to do anything! :(
JOHN: you just hardly ever hang out with us and have fun.
JOHN: everyone's always sad that you're not there.
JOHN: it's not like you ever do anything important instead! you just end up spending the night by yourself making out with an ~ath manual or crying into a tub of ice cream in front of a romcom or something.
JOHN: and it's just because you always care too much about what other people think about you and whether or not you're going to make an ass out of yourself!
JOHN: which is total bullshit.
KARKAT: ...
JOHN: you're my friend and you don't deserve to be so down on yourself.
JOHN: pleeeeeeeease?
KARKAT: SHIT-SPITTING JEGUS ON A SPRING-LOADED HOPPING DEVICE, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK STOP DRAWING YOUR VOWELS OUT LIKE THAT.
JOHN: so you'll come? :B
KARKAT: FINE.
You pat yourself on the back for such a stunning display of the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP. Karkat is still glaring, but you know he'll have a good time. The ends justify the means, the means being heartfelt guilt-tripping and the end being AWESOME, DRUNKEN GOOD TIMES with your closest friends.
And if that doesn't work, you might be forced to bring out the big guns. You secretly know the location of the few dozen godawful screenplays Karkat has written, and that location could change at any time, to, say, Dave's hands.
Your expression has become SNEAKY. A bit of ALARM shows on Karkat's face.
Past Karkat: Finally show up to the party.