You are a COLOSSAL FUCK UP, but you have recently acquired a MOIRAIL who has been pretty good at making you less of a COLOSSAL FUCK UP. Which is pretty nice, actually. You have had 242% fewer PSYCHOTIC MELTDOWNS in the past few perigrees, which you attribute solely to your aforementioned MOIRAIL.
Yeah. A few perigrees. Maybe six or seven, you think? You aren't sure, because you are TERRIBLE WITH DATES.
Currently, you are coding the shit out of this new program you've gotten the idea for. It is going to be the best program you have ever written. It is going to make every other program in the entire universe look like the underside of an obese hoofbeast with digestion problems. Because, when it comes to coding, you are simply the best there is.
Except when you wrote that script that was supposed to link your computer to the remote database someone had set up in your communal hivestem and then disable the universe-wide web in apartment 217, since that guy was a douche that always left his laundry in the washinator way too fucking long because he was too busy playing Dark Age of Alternia. That code hadn't worked out so well, and you'd had to break into his DAoA account and delete all his high level characters instead, after timidly restoring power to the entire hivestem. Oops.
That had not been your best coding night.
Nor had it been your best night that time you accidentally melted down one of your silicomb beehouse mainframes on account of trying to something new with one your virus codes.
Or that time you...
Well, the list continues.
You are really not all that good with computers. You are terrible with computers. You conveniently forget the fact that you were three when you melted that mainframe, that you had only knocked out power to the entire hivestem because you ran the code remotely from Karkat's computer, and that 99.9999% of your codes are amazing and perfect and better than just about anyone on Alternia could come up with.
That isn't the point! The point is that you're awful, and this code is going to suck, and you might as well save yourself the effort of trying, because there isn't any point!
You decide instead to go on Trollian, but Karkat's name is idle. He had hinted at doing something special tonight, so you figure he is off and busy. Maybe you will play one of your game grubs. Maybe you will go for a walk! No, that sounds hard.
But either way, you're pretty sure you haven't left your hive in about a week or so, so why the fuck not.
You open your hivestem door out into the hallway and immediately notice your moirail standing in front of you. It does not immediately occur to you that he is wearing a suit. He has his back to you, and you are very confused.
Sollux: Open the door (FILL: TEAM [Sollux<>Terezi])
You are a COLOSSAL FUCK UP, but you have recently acquired a MOIRAIL who has been pretty good at making you less of a COLOSSAL FUCK UP. Which is pretty nice, actually. You have had 242% fewer PSYCHOTIC MELTDOWNS in the past few perigrees, which you attribute solely to your aforementioned MOIRAIL.
Yeah. A few perigrees. Maybe six or seven, you think? You aren't sure, because you are TERRIBLE WITH DATES.
Currently, you are coding the shit out of this new program you've gotten the idea for. It is going to be the best program you have ever written. It is going to make every other program in the entire universe look like the underside of an obese hoofbeast with digestion problems. Because, when it comes to coding, you are simply the best there is.
Except when you wrote that script that was supposed to link your computer to the remote database someone had set up in your communal hivestem and then disable the universe-wide web in apartment 217, since that guy was a douche that always left his laundry in the washinator way too fucking long because he was too busy playing Dark Age of Alternia. That code hadn't worked out so well, and you'd had to break into his DAoA account and delete all his high level characters instead, after timidly restoring power to the entire hivestem. Oops.
That had not been your best coding night.
Nor had it been your best night that time you accidentally melted down one of your silicomb beehouse mainframes on account of trying to something new with one your virus codes.
Or that time you...
Well, the list continues.
You are really not all that good with computers. You are terrible with computers. You conveniently forget the fact that you were three when you melted that mainframe, that you had only knocked out power to the entire hivestem because you ran the code remotely from Karkat's computer, and that 99.9999% of your codes are amazing and perfect and better than just about anyone on Alternia could come up with.
That isn't the point! The point is that you're awful, and this code is going to suck, and you might as well save yourself the effort of trying, because there isn't any point!
You decide instead to go on Trollian, but Karkat's name is idle. He had hinted at doing something special tonight, so you figure he is off and busy. Maybe you will play one of your game grubs. Maybe you will go for a walk! No, that sounds hard.
But either way, you're pretty sure you haven't left your hive in about a week or so, so why the fuck not.
You open your hivestem door out into the hallway and immediately notice your moirail standing in front of you. It does not immediately occur to you that he is wearing a suit. He has his back to you, and you are very confused.
"KK?" you ask.
>Karkat: ABORT! ABORT! DITCH THE FLOWERS! ABORT!