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[bethehugejerk]

[Appearing on screen is a troll, grey-skinned and scowling, utterly unamused as he holds up a tan choker with a heart design. Guess who Sandy Claws visited?]

Thank you, Vatheon, for this pointless and utterly useless gift. This is definitely what I wanted, and you have outdone yourself in practice of earth holidays. I actually liked the stupid lobster until it went and left me this piece of crap.

But if other posts and personal discovery have told me anything, things have been lost and sent where they don't belong. So, I'll make the guess that this thing actually belongs to someone, which is the one saving grace to stop me from throwing it out with the trash. You're welcome.

... On that same subject, though.

[He shifts, coughs.]

If anyone has a--it should look like a crab monster, okay? This white crab thing, a completely badass one. If you have it, just contact me in private and I'll come get it, alright?

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[bethehugejerk]

[By now, Karkat's poor mood has eased some what, his expression existing more as an after-image of the exchange they had earlier. It's hard to stay as irritated with the walk separating him from the source. But now that they're in the same place, things aren't so easy. He almost flinches to see her hold the crab out plainly. Clean and undamaged, those are good, and he knows it's necessary to hand it over, but in public--that's the damaging part. He steps in close enough to snatch it from her hand, no delicacy here. In barely a second it disappears into a sylladex with no more than a flash of card in the air.]

[Sure, he wanted it back. It's good to have it again! Still, he can't shake the thought that he must come off like a child, younger than he is, like some wriggler who needs a stuffed animal to sleep during the day. Even if the people around him don't know what the shape means, what a lusus is, that thought still has to translate.]

I've got your choker.

[His voice is clipped and abrupt. Of course he has it - that's the whole point - but it feels weird not to say anything.]

[In a moment, he's pulled out another card as if from thin air, and after another, somehow extracted the accessory to hold in his hand. He holds it out to her carefully by the ends of it, clean and undamaged, just like the plush she returned to him.]

Happy?

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[tsundyne]

[Funnily enough, the last thing Yukari is thinking about is how old Karkat is or how childish he may seem. She has no idea what a lusus is, but she's got a plushie of her own -- and besides, she has plenty of other things to judge him for, if it really came to that. Since they both seem to have mellowed out, though, there's really no reason to make a fuss. Especially not in public.

So she simply takes her choker quietly, with a relieved sigh. There is a brief silence as she examines it, but finally, she answers him.]

Yeah. I am, actually.

[Another brief pause, and she almost says thank you -- almost. She still might, but for now she just looks at him with scrutiny, as she puts her choker back where it belongs.

Around her neck.]

And what about you? You barely looked at it, before you . . .

[. . .

She was going to say "stuffed it in there," as if the plush had gone into a bag of some kind. But the truth is, it just kind of disappeared. She doesn't know quite what happened, so her sentence kind of trails off there, since she doesn't know how to finish it.]

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[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat watches wordlessly as she puts on the choker. What's so important about it to her? If indeed it is--for all he knows, it could be no more than a normal accessory she just happens to be fond of.]

[He's interrupted from wondering by her question.]

Captchalogued it is the phrase you're looking for. And I'm fine, alright? I didn't need to stand around gawking at it to recognize what it was. If you're waiting for me to smile and break down in gratitude, empires will rise and fall before it happens. I got my thing, you got yours, hoo-fucking-ray.

[He could be the poster child for mothers warning their children about their faces sticking that way, with as much as he frowns, scowls, glowers, and glares in his life.]

Are we done here, or are you going to keep scrutinizing me?

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[tsundyne]

[She happens to be fond of it, and it's important to her. Though it's not like he's going to care enough to ask nicely, and by this point, she's not going to care enough to tell him of her own volition. Likewise, maybe Yukari would've also liked to inquire about the stuffed animal--

But now she's not going to bother.]

All I did was answer your question, and then I asked you the same thing. I never said I was waiting for anything, but it's nice to know that even a simple 'thank you' is just too much for you.

[A pause for breath, annnddd she realizes she's slowly losing it again after she'd spent the entire walk here cooling down. She lets out a slow breath.]

. . . So yeah, we're done. Thanks.

[A little more sarcastic than she would have liked, but at least she said it.

Unless Karkat would like to explode at her or something, she'll be walking away.]