[mingle post!]

[cavedwellers]

Boy Valentine's Day was sure an adventure, wasn't it? Gosh, it's a good thing all that's over with.

Have a mingle post! If you're starting a new thread, mention where you are in the subject line. Tag each other, hang out, do whatevs.

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[pincerattack]

[you mentally scroll through the list of possible people Tavros could have been trying to form a moirallegiance with-- he was on that FLARP team with Aradia, but he said he. Gamzee's his matesprit, it obviously was not Vriska in any universe ever with or without definite gender pronouns added to the equation, you obviously aren't the troll in question, and nobody else in the group really talked to him that much, that you knew of. As for the humans, Harley would have been a possibility if not for the he, again. Which means someone here, and--

--oh, you're an idiot. It's obvious when you think about it.]

Wait, you mean that robot who's so pale for you strangers and grubs and rocks and hoofbeasts can tell?

[bythehorns]

I thought he was, but, we talked about it, and, he said, he doesn't pity me.

A-after, I already, confessed to, feeling pale, for him. So, I feel, pretty stupid, about all that, now.

[pincerattack]

Wait, what? Who the fuck programmed that robot's emotional chip, Equius? That doesn't even make sense, he totally is. I'm an expert on that quadrant, at least.

Why do you feel stupid? He's the one who's powered on so much blinding radioactive ignorance that he can't recognize a classic pale romance at first sight when he should be in one!

[bythehorns]

W-well it is, very nice of you, to say things like that, to me, and I appreciate, that you are trying, to make me feel better, even though, I don't deserve it, at all, since I was, actually, I should have, stopped talking, by now.

[pincerattack]

What the fuck are you even saying?

[bythehorns]

Stupid things, that, I shouldn't, have said, in the first place, because, now, you will make me, explain, and then, probably, you'll kill me.

[pincerattack]

Clearly I have either hit my head against this wall too many times to understand simple logic, or I have not hit my head against this wall enough times to understand what possible convoluted relationship your stupid robotic palecrush who's treating you like garbage and me killing you could possibly have!

[bythehorns]

Confessing, to him, was not, the only thing, that I did, at the party....

[there is no good place to abscond. you wonder if you could bury yourself in the pile and hide until he goes away.]

[pincerattack]

Oh, hey, I'm not the only one who made a monumental error of judgement at that yhorrid, pornographic excuse for a party. Fancy that. I'm pretty sure I'd cull myself for that before I would cull you, it's not my business if you're an idiot on the rebound because the robot friendzoned you.

[bythehorns]

I may have, done some things, some, concupiscent things, with someone, I really shouldn't have, for, multiple reasons.

[pincerattack]

...and I would cull you for that why-- OH

OH MY GOG

YOU DIDN'T

TELL ME YOU FUCKING DIDN'T

[bythehorns]

w-with John, um, that is, what I'm trying to say, and why, you are going, to kill me now.

[pincerattack]

[bythehorns]

[instinct takes over. You dive for cover in the pile, inadequate as it is.]

[pincerattack]

WHY WOULD YOU

DID I CRAWL THE FUCK ALL OVER GAMZEE DURING THAT, NO!

ADMITTEDLY, GAMZEE WAS NOT THERE AND THAT WOULD ALSO BE FLIPPING OUR OWN QUADRANT, BUT THE POINT FUCKING REMAINS!!!!!!!!

[bythehorns]

i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry

[pincerattack]

PLEASE TELL ME YOU GREW SOME CAPACITY FOR HATE IN YOUR SPADE AND YOU WERE TOUCHING HIM OUT OF HOW MUCH YOU WANTED TO RIP HIS ORGANS OUT OF HIS BODY

[bythehorns]

I-I wasn't even thinking, about quadrants, at all, it just, felt good, and I didn't, remember, I shouldn't.

[pincerattack]

[fuck, he looks so pitiful and upset-- you can see pretty much the exact way you feel written all over his face right now. so you do the responsible thing.

YOU HOLD YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BREATH.]

[bythehorns]

I'm so sorry, Karkat, a-and I know it doesn't help anything, but, I don't want to, mess up, your quadrants, at all.

[pincerattack]

[okay, he seems more upset about this than you are! and that says a lot, considering you are holding your breath to keep yourself from either leaping onto him like a ravening scavengerbeast and ripping his face off with your teeth or crying like you just watched Troll Leonardo DiCaprio die in the tragic spaceliner crash and leave Troll Kate Winslet all alone.

so in a supremely hypocritical act of fucking up quadrants, you reach out and pap him right on the face.]

[bythehorns]

[you do the only thing you can do under the circumstances: you burst into tears. and hug him.]

[pincerattack]

[this is so, so fucked up, but you do it anyway.]

Shooosh.

[bythehorns]

[gosh you are only making things worse, and this isn't fair to him or to Gamzee or anything, but you cling to him and wuffle a tiny sad purr into his shoulder, so grateful for this.]

[pincerattack]

[seriously, how did he survive this long without a moirail? because you really doubt he collected as many best friends as he could to get whatever scraps of something resembling a pale relationship until he actually got into one, because that is only a thing you are desperate and stupid enough to do. you pet the back of his head, because he is a complete mess.]