You roll your pants up to your knees, close your eyes, and just do it already.
FUCK
Cold cold cold motherfucking cold, holy shit. Your toes sink into the sand and you breathe. In, out, you can do this, Karkat. You’re not a fucking grubcrawler, come on. You step forward and something sharp meets your foot so you jump away. But then something slithers along your shin and you jump even higher.
As you’re hopping around, looking like an autistic meowbeast for an entire beach filled with moronic humans wearing ripped patches of thread for clothing, you’re pretty sure that this is the worst fucking thing you’ve ever done.
You’re so busy jumping that you don’t notice John until it’s too late. His wet hands grab your arms and pull with a well timed retreating tide. You scream and swear but it’s no use. Soon you’re up to your stomach in beach water, some having splashed on your face. It dribbles out of your mouth tasting salty and disgusting and you glare at John—he’s fucking laughing—with your teeth barred.
>Karkat: Just do it already! (FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA)
FUCK
Cold cold cold motherfucking cold, holy shit. Your toes sink into the sand and you breathe. In, out, you can do this, Karkat. You’re not a fucking grubcrawler, come on. You step forward and something sharp meets your foot so you jump away. But then something slithers along your shin and you jump even higher.
As you’re hopping around, looking like an autistic meowbeast for an entire beach filled with moronic humans wearing ripped patches of thread for clothing, you’re pretty sure that this is the worst fucking thing you’ve ever done.
You’re so busy jumping that you don’t notice John until it’s too late. His wet hands grab your arms and pull with a well timed retreating tide. You scream and swear but it’s no use. Soon you’re up to your stomach in beach water, some having splashed on your face. It dribbles out of your mouth tasting salty and disgusting and you glare at John—he’s fucking laughing—with your teeth barred.
>Karkat: RAGE.