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[AN: This is a Humanstuck!AU fic. It is rated T for language.]
This. Was. So. Stupid.
Kartar stood at the entrance to the hospital he'd been dropped off in front of, burdened only with a bouquet of ripe-smelling daisies and an almost crippling sense of unwarranted responsibility. Honestly, he had no reason to be here. He only even came because he needed to earn those ridiculous public service credits for his Sociology class somehow, even if it meant occasionally checking up on a classmate he had never even spoken to, let alone gave much of a shit about. He'd just have to keep this Theresa girl company every other day for a week or two, and he'd never have to feign concern for any of his dunce classmates ever again.
The sour-tempered Indian teen let out a raspy sigh and tussled a hand through his messy black hair before shuffling through the front door. A security guard seated at the front desk asked Kartar to sign in on the visitor's log, then told him where his classmate was staying after the boy handed off the note his teacher had provided. The guard gave Kartar a warm smile before sending him on his way, which made the teen wrinkle his nose in slight disgust. Stupid man, making stupid assumptions; all because he had a bouquet. Hadn't he ever seen a damn delivery boy before?
As Kartar approached Theresa's room and reached out for the handle, he heard a high voice that momentarily stopped him dead in his tracks. "It's locked; just a sec!" someone from within exclaimed, followed by a rustling and then a light click. But before Kartar could move toward the handle again, the door swung inward. A tall, scrawny girl with light brown hair, olive skin, and hazel eyes that were accented by a frame of freckles stood holding the door open, wearing a hospital gown and a wide grin. "You're Kartar, right? From Sociology class?" she asked.
"Yeah, and you must be Theresa." he replied, his own ebony eyes evading her's as he thrust the bouquet into her arms. "I came by to give you this. It's from the whole class; they're all concerned and shit."
Theresa blinked, holding the flowers up to her face for a moment before laughing. "Thanks for bringing 'em; it was nice of you." She opened the door wider, wandering back over to her bed. "C'mon in! One of the nurses just brought me a box of juice bottles, if you want one~"
Kartar glanced around awkwardly, ambling in and taking a seat on the other side of the small room. Well, this situation had reached pretty high levels of uncomfortable in record time. What if whatever she was committed with was catching? He couldn't afford to miss school...
However, his musings were quickly interrupted as a bottle of apple juice was thrust into his face by a still smiling Theresa. "You look so nervous!" she said with a short giggle, "Loosen up! I'm not gonna bite."
Managing to keep all the horrible things he was already preparing to spout off to her tucked away silently, Kartar simply scowled and snatched up the juice. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
Upon arriving home, Kartar hurried to put his things away and sneak upstairs before his dad could catch him. He wanted to get a chance to play online games with his pen pals, not help manage the store again like he had the past three days in a row. At this rate, Solomon had probably leveled up into the next goddamn class without him while he was busy restocking shelves of cigarettes and those fucking snack cakes.
Thankfully, he was able to sneak upstairs without attracting his father's unwanted attention, and plopped into the desk chair situated in front of his hulking PC. It surprised him to see that his buddy wasn't on; the screen name on his chat client reading "twinArmageddons" was dulled over. However, as Kartar was just about to close out his chat client in a huff, a window popped up. It was just one word, written in teal:
GC: H3Y
Turning back towards his computer, Kartar raised a dark eyebrow. He checked the screen name: "gallowsCalibrator". It wasn't anyone he knew. Still, he was bored enough; he figured he could humour them for a bit.
CG: HELLO.
GC: YOU'R3 SOLLUX'S FR13ND, R1GHT? :]
So, this person knew Solomon...
CG: YEAH, WE ONLINE TOGETHER. WHY?
GC: OH, 1'M JUST BOR3D 4ND W4NT3D TO M33T SOM3 N3W P3OPL3, SO 1 F1GUR3D WHY NOT ST4RT W1TH MY FR13ND'S FR13NDS? 4NYW4Y, H1, 1'M T3R3Z1~ WH4T'S YOUR N4M3?
"Terezi"? Even if it was just an online alias, what the fuck kind of name was that?
CG: I'M KARKAT.
GC: N1C3 TO M33T YOU, K4RK4T
CG: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TYPING LIKE THAT?
GC: WHY? DO3SN'T 1T LOOK COOL?
Since when was "1337" ever cool? Was this girl from the nineties or something?
CG: WHATEVER. I HAVE TO GO.
GC: OK4Y~ S33 YOU L4T3R M4YB3, K4RK4T! H3H3H3
Kartar closed out his chat client, groaning. He was going to rip Solomon a new one next time he logged on. What kind of friend went around giving his screen name out to weirdo chicks online? He sighed, grumbling as he pulled on his apron and resigned to his fate of helping his dad out downstairs.
This. Was. So. Stupid.
Kartar stood at the entrance to the hospital he'd been dropped off in front of, burdened only with a bouquet of ripe-smelling daisies and an almost crippling sense of unwarranted responsibility. Honestly, he had no reason to be here. He only even came because he needed to earn those ridiculous public service credits for his Sociology class somehow, even if it meant occasionally checking up on a classmate he had never even spoken to, let alone gave much of a shit about. He'd just have to keep this Theresa girl company every other day for a week or two, and he'd never have to feign concern for any of his dunce classmates ever again.
The sour-tempered Indian teen let out a raspy sigh and tussled a hand through his messy black hair before shuffling through the front door. A security guard seated at the front desk asked Kartar to sign in on the visitor's log, then told him where his classmate was staying after the boy handed off the note his teacher had provided. The guard gave Kartar a warm smile before sending him on his way, which made the teen wrinkle his nose in slight disgust. Stupid man, making stupid assumptions; all because he had a bouquet. Hadn't he ever seen a damn delivery boy before?
As Kartar approached Theresa's room and reached out for the handle, he heard a high voice that momentarily stopped him dead in his tracks. "It's locked; just a sec!" someone from within exclaimed, followed by a rustling and then a light click. But before Kartar could move toward the handle again, the door swung inward. A tall, scrawny girl with light brown hair, olive skin, and hazel eyes that were accented by a frame of freckles stood holding the door open, wearing a hospital gown and a wide grin. "You're Kartar, right? From Sociology class?" she asked.
"Yeah, and you must be Theresa." he replied, his own ebony eyes evading her's as he thrust the bouquet into her arms. "I came by to give you this. It's from the whole class; they're all concerned and shit."
Theresa blinked, holding the flowers up to her face for a moment before laughing. "Thanks for bringing 'em; it was nice of you." She opened the door wider, wandering back over to her bed. "C'mon in! One of the nurses just brought me a box of juice bottles, if you want one~"
Kartar glanced around awkwardly, ambling in and taking a seat on the other side of the small room. Well, this situation had reached pretty high levels of uncomfortable in record time. What if whatever she was committed with was catching? He couldn't afford to miss school...
However, his musings were quickly interrupted as a bottle of apple juice was thrust into his face by a still smiling Theresa. "You look so nervous!" she said with a short giggle, "Loosen up! I'm not gonna bite."
Managing to keep all the horrible things he was already preparing to spout off to her tucked away silently, Kartar simply scowled and snatched up the juice. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
Upon arriving home, Kartar hurried to put his things away and sneak upstairs before his dad could catch him. He wanted to get a chance to play online games with his pen pals, not help manage the store again like he had the past three days in a row. At this rate, Solomon had probably leveled up into the next goddamn class without him while he was busy restocking shelves of cigarettes and those fucking snack cakes.
Thankfully, he was able to sneak upstairs without attracting his father's unwanted attention, and plopped into the desk chair situated in front of his hulking PC. It surprised him to see that his buddy wasn't on; the screen name on his chat client reading "twinArmageddons" was dulled over. However, as Kartar was just about to close out his chat client in a huff, a window popped up. It was just one word, written in teal:
GC: H3Y
Turning back towards his computer, Kartar raised a dark eyebrow. He checked the screen name: "gallowsCalibrator". It wasn't anyone he knew. Still, he was bored enough; he figured he could humour them for a bit.
CG: HELLO.
GC: YOU'R3 SOLLUX'S FR13ND, R1GHT? :]
So, this person knew Solomon...
CG: YEAH, WE ONLINE TOGETHER. WHY?
GC: OH, 1'M JUST BOR3D 4ND W4NT3D TO M33T SOM3 N3W P3OPL3, SO 1 F1GUR3D WHY NOT ST4RT W1TH MY FR13ND'S FR13NDS? 4NYW4Y, H1, 1'M T3R3Z1~ WH4T'S YOUR N4M3?
"Terezi"? Even if it was just an online alias, what the fuck kind of name was that?
CG: I'M KARKAT.
GC: N1C3 TO M33T YOU, K4RK4T
CG: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TYPING LIKE THAT?
GC: WHY? DO3SN'T 1T LOOK COOL?
Since when was "1337" ever cool? Was this girl from the nineties or something?
CG: WHATEVER. I HAVE TO GO.
GC: OK4Y~ S33 YOU L4T3R M4YB3, K4RK4T! H3H3H3
Kartar closed out his chat client, groaning. He was going to rip Solomon a new one next time he logged on. What kind of friend went around giving his screen name out to weirdo chicks online? He sighed, grumbling as he pulled on his apron and resigned to his fate of helping his dad out downstairs.
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This intrigues me.
Please make more.
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Please make more.
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