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Karkat groaned as he opened his eyes. He noticed it was still early in the morning. He gazed around and found out it was about 5:30 in the morning. Lucky for him he woke up then because he remember it was a school day! He looked and Gamzee and papped his face
Gamz, hey, gamzee, wake up" he whispered
Gamzee's eyes slowly opened. "Hm?" he hummed. --
Karkat smiled "school day!" he said, we felt way out of place now, happy about Trollian school? Not once in his life had he ever WANTED to go. Maybe this time it was because game was coming too. Gamzee almost forgot.
"Is it Monday already? How long was that "nap"? --
Karkat gave a cheesy grin
"uh, looks like our nap turned into a, well, sleep," Karkat chuckled.
"Yeah,"
"Come on Gamzee, we need to get dresses, and eat something, brush our hair,"
Gamzee nodded.
"We need to brush our fangs, get ou- my books together,"
Gamzee reached up and touched his air.
"B-But I wike my haiw."
Karkat smiled at Gamzee. "Don't worry, it's not that bad, Trollian School I go to is just bluh. You need to have your hair slicked back, and you go in uniform,"
"Ew" Gamzee wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"I know right?" Karkat rolled his eyes.
Gamzee didn't remember Trollian school much. Karkat put out his hand and found a brush lying around Gamzee's hive. Probably that hasn't been used in a while… a long while. Karkat blew off some dust on the brush. Man, Gamzee really did never brush his hair.
Karkat walked over to his Capricorn matesprite and gently began stroking the brush through his hair, bit by bit. It was difficult from all the knots and tangles in Gamzee's hair, but karkat was managing without hurting him. Of course this was winning Karkat a hilarious face from Gamzee of surprise and shock. Making him chuckle to himself.
"You're hair is so soft when it's actually brushes Gamzee," Karkat ran his figures through one of the now brushed strands.
"Hmm, shut up,"
Karkat sniffled
"But I don't want to," he wiggle his nose and faced away, letting out an adorable sneeze.
"Awwww, mother fuckers, bless you,"
"Thanks… and shut up!" Karkat continued to stroke through Gamzee's hair until it was soft and brushed. He hugged Gamzee from behind and buried his face into the Capricorn's hair. Gamzee chuckled. He wondered what his hair felt like now. It was certainly lighter.
"Mmm, it's so soft," Karkat mumbled. Karkat stood and wondered into Gamzee's room "Do you mind if I barrow a pair of cloths!?" he called form down the hall.
"Go ahead motherfucker, I don't motherfucking mind, honk,"
"Alright, thanks Gamzee,"
"No problem karkat,"
Karkat searched through Gamzee's closet and such. With his luck, he found a black hoodie with a small Capricorn symbol on the bottom left. He found a pair of baggy jeans with smaller polka dots on them and a pair of socks that fit him just right. His cloths where large on his but he didn't mind this. He barrowed one of Gamzee's belts to keep his pants up and slid on his shoes. Heading into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of lusus milk and chugging it down before picking up his school bag and saying
"ready to go when you are,"
Gamzee started with wide eyes. What had he done during that time? Nothing. But he was okay with how he looked right now. And Karkat looked so adorable wearing clothes too big for him. Karkat nodded towards the door
"Come on, Trollian school doesn't wait all day, we need to get there early so I . . uh, well, you can enroll for my classes. Its kind of late in the year for you to get a whole new schedule and everything, considering you're a, drop out? right?" Karkat rubbed the back of his head. Gamzee was embarrassed.
"Yeah, I am,"
Karkat gave a cheesy smile, the thoughts over everyone staring and laughing re-appearing. He shook of the fear and took Gamzee's hand, intertwining their fingers.
"It's okay, I don't mind. Let's just get going," Karkat leaned against Gamzee. He wasn't going to hide anymore of being his matesprite. It was obvious, their holding hands, he was blushing, he was coming from Gamzee's hive, he was WEARING Gamzee's cloths. There were signs all over him saying "IM GAMZEES BOYFRIEND!!". You know what? He wore them proudly too.
"You lead the way brother, I don't know my way there hm,"
Karkat lead the way. They got to the school and of course, they received many stares;
A: a high-blood and a low-blood, together.
B: drop out boy is back
C: Karkat in general
D: their holding hands.
Man, do I need to continue? Karkat brought Gamzee to the office, he got enrolled in all of Karkat's classes. It was rather easy, since Gamzee was the one who did most of the talking as Karkat sat in silence in the all-too familiar office. High-bloods had EVERYTHING easy, literally. They reached their class and the teacher introduced Gamzee. He and Gamzee wound up getting seated next to one another, because, you know, Highbloods get everything they want and Gamzee had requested the seat beside Karkat. Karkat sighed as people started whispering thing to him and getting spitballs spat at him, the usual.
Gamzee was disgusted by the way Karkat was being treated. He shot many dark glances to other trolls. He'd lost count after some time. Karkat grunted when he suddenly felt something sticky on the back of his head. The substance fell to the floor and he realized it was a fat hairball. He laid his head in his arms and sighed. How embarrassing. His matepsrite just watched some jerk in the back throw a soggy wet hairball into his head. Yup, such a great life he had. Gamzee growled and bared his fangs, his eyes narrowed darkly and glaring at the suspect. If he tried anything like that again.... Oh, he was in for it.
Karkat pulled out his notebook as the teacher began instruction. He took notes like no tomorrow. He was a great student in the class and tried his hardest but always failed. Thanks blood color, thanks a lot. He had written about 5 pages of notes within the first few sets of instruction.
Gamzee had spent that whole time watching Karkat's hand move across the paper. He then looked at his own notebook, empty and closed. Fuck. Gamzee reached for a pencil and questioned how this would work. He had no idea WHERE to begin. Karkat closed his notebook and reached into his bag, pulling out his homework and handing it to the teacher as she snagged it, wrote an F and gave it back. Gamzee peeked over on Karkat's desk and saw the F. He gave his little cancer crab a questioning and sorrowful look. Karkat looked at Gamzee and sighed.
"I'm used to it Gamzee, don't worry,"
"What do you mean?"
"I always get F grades, nothing more,"
"They mean fantastic right?"
"Nope," Karkat shrunk in his seat, "It means failure"
This achieved Karkat a shocked face from Gamzee.
"The highest grade in Trollian is an A plus, it goes, A,B,C,D and F,"
"Karkat, she didn't even look at your paper,"
"Yeah, I know, I'm used to this treatment, it's the usual, I'm used to this,"
"Poor, poor little crab of mine,"
"Being the low-blood, I am at a middle-high blood school, treatment is terrible," Karkat sighed.
"She can fuck herself, if the whole school's this way then they all can. Except for you of course my little crab, that's my job,"
"Gamzee!"

"VANTAS!!" The teacher yelled, snapping her ruler on Karkat's desk, making him flinch.
"Do you wish to be expelled!? Shut your trap and pay attention!"
"Hey lady,"
The teacher draw her attention towards Gamzee, a glint of oddity in her eyes.
"Chill the fuck out,"
"Everything is fine Mr.Makara, I assure that this low-blood won't be disturbing you any longer," The teacher had knocked Karkat on the head as she spoke the word; this.
"Bother me?" Gamzee made an annoyed face. Winning Karkat's concern, the Cancer attempted to shake his head and force Gamzee to stop ahead of himself. Failing at doing so.
"If anyone is BOTHERING me it's you and you're way of treating him. Has he ever done anything to you and the school?"
The room had grown quiet during Gamzee's little protesting. All the attention was drawing to the Capricorn and Cancer debating the teacher.
"Hes a fucking miracle to me and he always will be!"
"Hush now Makara, please, a highblood such as yourself houldn't me defending this low-blood, it's a waste of your precious educational studies," The teacher defending back.
Gamzee hand't realized the silence, nor the attention. Even id=f he had he probably wouldn't have cared much.
"My heart is telling me this is all wrong,"

With everything going on all at once, Karkat sighed and packed his stuff, putting his head on his desk and waited for this terrible scene to end.
"Man, who really gives a shit what color a trolls blood is? Whats the difference anyway? One color is prettier than the other!?"
"Just get back to work Makara, class, get back to work!" The teacher commanded and ended this competition easily by retreating to her desk, probably to report this to the high-rule of the school. Great.
Gamzee growled under his breath. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. NO ONE treated his Karkat like this. Karkat stood at the bell sounded. People punched his arm as they walked by and ruffled his hair, teasing about how a highblood was on his side and shit. He frowned as the room eventually cleared. He looks at Gamzee, waiting.
"Come on Gamzee, it's a free-period, for lunch and shit," Karkat mumbled. Gamzee wasn't smiling as he usually did when Karkat looked at him. There was a depression in his eyes, and also an apparent sign of anger. An anger that didn't treat anyone kindly.
Karkat sighed,
"Gamzee..." Karkat peeped and put a hand gently on Gamzee's shoulder, feeling a strong pain in his heart. He knew Gamzee was upset and he knew why. Gamzee then looked down and walked beside Karkat. He tried to dismiss the memories of the past class. He sighed as well and said,
"Come on, let's not waste any more time in this room." He then walked through the doorway and followed in the same direction as the rest of his peers. Karkat nodded at Gamzee. He wasn't taking this in to well. He followed, walking next to Gamzee. He reached over and grabbed Gamzee's hand.
"It's going to be alright, its free period anyway, let's just go and find somewhere to sit or something and relax," Karkat offered.
Gamzee tried to form a smile. It was weak, but it worked. It was a smile nonetheless. "Sure," he said. Karkat lead Gamzee towards the cafeteria. Karkta wasn't that hungry but he decided he would get something anyway. He didn't put his bag at any table, he went towards the line, not trusting to leave his stuff anywhere. Gamzee figured he might as well copy his actions, bringing his bag with him towards the line. Unlike Karkat, Gamzee was actually pretty hungry.
Karkat just bought some pasta, vegetables, a banana and milk. Gamzee bought whatever was being served as the main course for that day. Karkat wondered over to a clear spot in the cafeteria and waited for Gamzee to come over. He kept his eyes open for any jerk that might want to smash his tray into his chest or something. Gamzee made his way over and stood beside Karkat. He peered around suspiciously, a growl held tight and hidden in his throat, just begging to come out for any unwelcome visitors.
Karkat gave a weak smile. He nodded his head towards the door "come on, I got somewhere calm we can go to." karkat began heading for the cafeteria doors. Gamzee smiled and followed. Karkat lead Gamzee to the library. He sat at one of the tables in there and put his bag down.
"Ah, I love it here, no one to bully, nice and quiet, and no teachers during this period."
"Really?" Gamzee asked. "There's no teachers?"
"Nope, The librarian knows I come here every lunch and study hall. She's the only one in this school that understands me. See, she's a low-blood just like me, but no-body knows her blood-color. That why she has such a nice job and shit. She has grey-texting just like me as well." Karkat began "She leaves the entire library to me. Other students can't come here, they're not allowed during this period. It's people like her and you also, that makes life worth living,"
Gamzee thought about himself and asked,
"Well, what about me? Would she be upset if she found me here?"
"are you trying to abuse me and beat me up?" Karkat asked with a teasing smirk. "Your allowed here Gamzee, your my matepsrite."
Gamzee laughed. "Alright, I'm just checking. )" He paused.
"Why does everyone treat you like shit anyway?"
Karkat lost his slight smile.
"Well, it's all about troll society, don't you know?" Karkat huffed "i'm a red-blood. At your age of fifteen everyone gets a blood test and its sent through the school and hospitals and all that. Just for records and stuff. You know? Well, as soon as everyone saw how low I was, as in, you know, the lowest. Well, that's when they all decided they never wanted me anymore and just started the abuse, it's all messed up," Karkat explained.
Gamzee finally growled a little at the thoughts of his Karkat getting abused just because of his blood color. Suddenly, another thought came across his mind and a heavy frown became obvious on his face.
"What would they say about you being matesprits with a highblood?"
Karkat's stare met Gamzee's eyes, a slight spark of curiosity and a little fear in his red-toned eyes.
"Well, I think they would back down slightly from the abuse but, I'd get teased a lot. I honestly don't care though." Karkat glared down at his tray. He shoved some of the pasta into his mouth. Trying to cover up his fear that Gamzee might even be thinking of thinking about a break up.
Gamzee sighed and stared down at his food. He didn't really feel that hungry anymore, but he didn't show it.
"I don't want to see you abused like this. I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm going to do SOMETHING about it,"
Karkat glanced at Gamzee before opening his milk and chugging it down, have had already eaten the rest of his food.
"Well, I'm pretty used to it, you don't have to stress yourself," Karkat put the milk carton down and threw out his plastic tray. Gamzee didn't respond. He wouldn't really be stressing himself. If anything, he'd be stressed if he didn't do anything about it. Karkat leaned close to Gamzee.
"It's okay; as long as I have you I'll be okay. I love you Gamzee Makara," Karkat whispered in a soft tone. He leaned closer and nudged Gamzee's head with his horn to make Gamzee lift his head and then kissed him, holding the kiss. Gamzee kissed him back. It was a relief to know that Karkat was there to lift him up when he was down. Karkat wrapped his arms around Gamzee and put their foreheads together, staring into his eyes.
"I love you Gamzee, I really do, and only to you will I show my soft side." Karkat comforted Gamzee by caressing his face, god how he hated when Gamzee was down. Gamzee smiled and chuckled.
"I don't act myself around you, either."
"I know you don't, but I still love you Gamzee," Karkat blushed and laughed.
"Man, I'm getting all turned-on now," Karkat grinned teasingly. Gamzee blushed. What in the world was Karkat thinking? Gmzee made a face.
"Shut up Karkat!" Gamzee giggled. Karkat laughed and sat back in his seat.
"Fine, I'll save it for later," He smirked at Gamzee and pulled out his notebooks, he had a while before he was to go back to classes. Gamzee wondered if Karkat was joking or not, probably not after all, Karkat didn't kid around. Karkat began to doodle. He wasn't the best artist in the world but he could manage drawing some kind of 10 year old chibi drawings.
"Watcha drawing?"
Karkat shrugged and continued to doodle, "I don't know, probably just something random,"

:o (Eek) — Description
Karkat groaned as he opened his eyes. He noticed it was still early in the morning. He gazed around and found out it was about 5:30 in the morning. Lucky for him he woke up then because he remember it was a school day! He looked and Gamzee and papped his face
Gamz, hey, gamzee, wake up" he whispered
Gamzee's eyes slowly opened. "Hm?" he hummed. --
Karkat smiled "school day!" he said, we felt way out of place now, happy about Trollian school? Not once in his life had he ever WANTED to go. Maybe this time it was because game was coming too. Gamzee almost forgot.
"Is it Monday already? How long was that "nap"? --
Karkat gave a cheesy grin
"uh, looks like our nap turned into a, well, sleep," Karkat chuckled.
"Yeah,"
"Come on Gamzee, we need to get dresses, and eat something, brush our hair,"
Gamzee nodded.
"We need to brush our fangs, get ou- my books together,"
Gamzee reached up and touched his air.
"B-But I wike my haiw."
Karkat smiled at Gamzee. "Don't worry, it's not that bad, Trollian School I go to is just bluh. You need to have your hair slicked back, and you go in uniform,"
"Ew" Gamzee wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"I know right?" Karkat rolled his eyes.
Gamzee didn't remember Trollian school much. Karkat put out his hand and found a brush lying around Gamzee's hive. Probably that hasn't been used in a while… a long while. Karkat blew off some dust on the brush. Man, Gamzee really did never brush his hair.
Karkat walked over to his Capricorn matesprite and gently began stroking the brush through his hair, bit by bit. It was difficult from all the knots and tangles in Gamzee's hair, but karkat was managing without hurting him. Of course this was winning Karkat a hilarious face from Gamzee of surprise and shock. Making him chuckle to himself.
"You're hair is so soft when it's actually brushes Gamzee," Karkat ran his figures through one of the now brushed strands.
"Hmm, shut up,"
Karkat sniffled
"But I don't want to," he wiggle his nose and faced away, letting out an adorable sneeze.
"Awwww, mother fuckers, bless you,"
"Thanks… and shut up!" Karkat continued to stroke through Gamzee's hair until it was soft and brushed. He hugged Gamzee from behind and buried his face into the Capricorn's hair. Gamzee chuckled. He wondered what his hair felt like now. It was certainly lighter.
"Mmm, it's so soft," Karkat mumbled. Karkat stood and wondered into Gamzee's room "Do you mind if I barrow a pair of cloths!?" he called form down the hall.
"Go ahead motherfucker, I don't motherfucking mind, honk,"
"Alright, thanks Gamzee,"
"No problem karkat,"
Karkat searched through Gamzee's closet and such. With his luck, he found a black hoodie with a small Capricorn symbol on the bottom left. He found a pair of baggy jeans with smaller polka dots on them and a pair of socks that fit him just right. His cloths where large on his but he didn't mind this. He barrowed one of Gamzee's belts to keep his pants up and slid on his shoes. Heading into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of lusus milk and chugging it down before picking up his school bag and saying
"ready to go when you are,"
Gamzee started with wide eyes. What had he done during that time? Nothing. But he was okay with how he looked right now. And Karkat looked so adorable wearing clothes too big for him. Karkat nodded towards the door
"Come on, Trollian school doesn't wait all day, we need to get there early so I . . uh, well, you can enroll for my classes. Its kind of late in the year for you to get a whole new schedule and everything, considering you're a, drop out? right?" Karkat rubbed the back of his head. Gamzee was embarrassed.
"Yeah, I am,"
Karkat gave a cheesy smile, the thoughts over everyone staring and laughing re-appearing. He shook of the fear and took Gamzee's hand, intertwining their fingers.
"It's okay, I don't mind. Let's just get going," Karkat leaned against Gamzee. He wasn't going to hide anymore of being his matesprite. It was obvious, their holding hands, he was blushing, he was coming from Gamzee's hive, he was WEARING Gamzee's cloths. There were signs all over him saying "IM GAMZEES BOYFRIEND!!". You know what? He wore them proudly too.
"You lead the way brother, I don't know my way there hm,"
Karkat lead the way. They got to the school and of course, they received many stares;
A: a high-blood and a low-blood, together.
B: drop out boy is back
C: Karkat in general
D: their holding hands.
Man, do I need to continue? Karkat brought Gamzee to the office, he got enrolled in all of Karkat's classes. It was rather easy, since Gamzee was the one who did most of the talking as Karkat sat in silence in the all-too familiar office. High-bloods had EVERYTHING easy, literally. They reached their class and the teacher introduced Gamzee. He and Gamzee wound up getting seated next to one another, because, you know, Highbloods get everything they want and Gamzee had requested the seat beside Karkat. Karkat sighed as people started whispering thing to him and getting spitballs spat at him, the usual.
Gamzee was disgusted by the way Karkat was being treated. He shot many dark glances to other trolls. He'd lost count after some time. Karkat grunted when he suddenly felt something sticky on the back of his head. The substance fell to the floor and he realized it was a fat hairball. He laid his head in his arms and sighed. How embarrassing. His matepsrite just watched some jerk in the back throw a soggy wet hairball into his head. Yup, such a great life he had. Gamzee growled and bared his fangs, his eyes narrowed darkly and glaring at the suspect. If he tried anything like that again.... Oh, he was in for it.
Karkat pulled out his notebook as the teacher began instruction. He took notes like no tomorrow. He was a great student in the class and tried his hardest but always failed. Thanks blood color, thanks a lot. He had written about 5 pages of notes within the first few sets of instruction.
Gamzee had spent that whole time watching Karkat's hand move across the paper. He then looked at his own notebook, empty and closed. Fuck. Gamzee reached for a pencil and questioned how this would work. He had no idea WHERE to begin. Karkat closed his notebook and reached into his bag, pulling out his homework and handing it to the teacher as she snagged it, wrote an F and gave it back. Gamzee peeked over on Karkat's desk and saw the F. He gave his little cancer crab a questioning and sorrowful look. Karkat looked at Gamzee and sighed.
"I'm used to it Gamzee, don't worry,"
"What do you mean?"
"I always get F grades, nothing more,"
"They mean fantastic right?"
"Nope," Karkat shrunk in his seat, "It means failure"
This achieved Karkat a shocked face from Gamzee.
"The highest grade in Trollian is an A plus, it goes, A,B,C,D and F,"
"Karkat, she didn't even look at your paper,"
"Yeah, I know, I'm used to this treatment, it's the usual, I'm used to this,"
"Poor, poor little crab of mine,"
"Being the low-blood, I am at a middle-high blood school, treatment is terrible," Karkat sighed.
"She can fuck herself, if the whole school's this way then they all can. Except for you of course my little crab, that's my job,"
"Gamzee!"

"VANTAS!!" The teacher yelled, snapping her ruler on Karkat's desk, making him flinch.
"Do you wish to be expelled!? Shut your trap and pay attention!"
"Hey lady,"
The teacher draw her attention towards Gamzee, a glint of oddity in her eyes.
"Chill the fuck out,"
"Everything is fine Mr.Makara, I assure that this low-blood won't be disturbing you any longer," The teacher had knocked Karkat on the head as she spoke the word; this.
"Bother me?" Gamzee made an annoyed face. Winning Karkat's concern, the Cancer attempted to shake his head and force Gamzee to stop ahead of himself. Failing at doing so.
"If anyone is BOTHERING me it's you and you're way of treating him. Has he ever done anything to you and the school?"
The room had grown quiet during Gamzee's little protesting. All the attention was drawing to the Capricorn and Cancer debating the teacher.
"Hes a fucking miracle to me and he always will be!"
"Hush now Makara, please, a highblood such as yourself houldn't me defending this low-blood, it's a waste of your precious educational studies," The teacher defending back.
Gamzee hand't realized the silence, nor the attention. Even id=f he had he probably wouldn't have cared much.
"My heart is telling me this is all wrong,"

With everything going on all at once, Karkat sighed and packed his stuff, putting his head on his desk and waited for this terrible scene to end.
"Man, who really gives a shit what color a trolls blood is? Whats the difference anyway? One color is prettier than the other!?"
"Just get back to work Makara, class, get back to work!" The teacher commanded and ended this competition easily by retreating to her desk, probably to report this to the high-rule of the school. Great.
Gamzee growled under his breath. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. NO ONE treated his Karkat like this. Karkat stood at the bell sounded. People punched his arm as they walked by and ruffled his hair, teasing about how a highblood was on his side and shit. He frowned as the room eventually cleared. He looks at Gamzee, waiting.
"Come on Gamzee, it's a free-period, for lunch and shit," Karkat mumbled. Gamzee wasn't smiling as he usually did when Karkat looked at him. There was a depression in his eyes, and also an apparent sign of anger. An anger that didn't treat anyone kindly.
Karkat sighed,
"Gamzee..." Karkat peeped and put a hand gently on Gamzee's shoulder, feeling a strong pain in his heart. He knew Gamzee was upset and he knew why. Gamzee then looked down and walked beside Karkat. He tried to dismiss the memories of the past class. He sighed as well and said,
"Come on, let's not waste any more time in this room." He then walked through the doorway and followed in the same direction as the rest of his peers. Karkat nodded at Gamzee. He wasn't taking this in to well. He followed, walking next to Gamzee. He reached over and grabbed Gamzee's hand.
"It's going to be alright, its free period anyway, let's just go and find somewhere to sit or something and relax," Karkat offered.
Gamzee tried to form a smile. It was weak, but it worked. It was a smile nonetheless. "Sure," he said. Karkat lead Gamzee towards the cafeteria. Karkta wasn't that hungry but he decided he would get something anyway. He didn't put his bag at any table, he went towards the line, not trusting to leave his stuff anywhere. Gamzee figured he might as well copy his actions, bringing his bag with him towards the line. Unlike Karkat, Gamzee was actually pretty hungry.
Karkat just bought some pasta, vegetables, a banana and milk. Gamzee bought whatever was being served as the main course for that day. Karkat wondered over to a clear spot in the cafeteria and waited for Gamzee to come over. He kept his eyes open for any jerk that might want to smash his tray into his chest or something. Gamzee made his way over and stood beside Karkat. He peered around suspiciously, a growl held tight and hidden in his throat, just begging to come out for any unwelcome visitors.
Karkat gave a weak smile. He nodded his head towards the door "come on, I got somewhere calm we can go to." karkat began heading for the cafeteria doors. Gamzee smiled and followed. Karkat lead Gamzee to the library. He sat at one of the tables in there and put his bag down.
"Ah, I love it here, no one to bully, nice and quiet, and no teachers during this period."
"Really?" Gamzee asked. "There's no teachers?"
"Nope, The librarian knows I come here every lunch and study hall. She's the only one in this school that understands me. See, she's a low-blood just like me, but no-body knows her blood-color. That why she has such a nice job and shit. She has grey-texting just like me as well." Karkat began "She leaves the entire library to me. Other students can't come here, they're not allowed during this period. It's people like her and you also, that makes life worth living,"
Gamzee thought about himself and asked,
"Well, what about me? Would she be upset if she found me here?"
"are you trying to abuse me and beat me up?" Karkat asked with a teasing smirk. "Your allowed here Gamzee, your my matepsrite."
Gamzee laughed. "Alright, I'm just checking. )" He paused.
"Why does everyone treat you like shit anyway?"
Karkat lost his slight smile.
"Well, it's all about troll society, don't you know?" Karkat huffed "i'm a red-blood. At your age of fifteen everyone gets a blood test and its sent through the school and hospitals and all that. Just for records and stuff. You know? Well, as soon as everyone saw how low I was, as in, you know, the lowest. Well, that's when they all decided they never wanted me anymore and just started the abuse, it's all messed up," Karkat explained.
Gamzee finally growled a little at the thoughts of his Karkat getting abused just because of his blood color. Suddenly, another thought came across his mind and a heavy frown became obvious on his face.
"What would they say about you being matesprits with a highblood?"
Karkat's stare met Gamzee's eyes, a slight spark of curiosity and a little fear in his red-toned eyes.
"Well, I think they would back down slightly from the abuse but, I'd get teased a lot. I honestly don't care though." Karkat glared down at his tray. He shoved some of the pasta into his mouth. Trying to cover up his fear that Gamzee might even be thinking of thinking about a break up.
Gamzee sighed and stared down at his food. He didn't really feel that hungry anymore, but he didn't show it.
"I don't want to see you abused like this. I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm going to do SOMETHING about it,"
Karkat glanced at Gamzee before opening his milk and chugging it down, have had already eaten the rest of his food.
"Well, I'm pretty used to it, you don't have to stress yourself," Karkat put the milk carton down and threw out his plastic tray. Gamzee didn't respond. He wouldn't really be stressing himself. If anything, he'd be stressed if he didn't do anything about it. Karkat leaned close to Gamzee.
"It's okay; as long as I have you I'll be okay. I love you Gamzee Makara," Karkat whispered in a soft tone. He leaned closer and nudged Gamzee's head with his horn to make Gamzee lift his head and then kissed him, holding the kiss. Gamzee kissed him back. It was a relief to know that Karkat was there to lift him up when he was down. Karkat wrapped his arms around Gamzee and put their foreheads together, staring into his eyes.
"I love you Gamzee, I really do, and only to you will I show my soft side." Karkat comforted Gamzee by caressing his face, god how he hated when Gamzee was down. Gamzee smiled and chuckled.
"I don't act myself around you, either."
"I know you don't, but I still love you Gamzee," Karkat blushed and laughed.
"Man, I'm getting all turned-on now," Karkat grinned teasingly. Gamzee blushed. What in the world was Karkat thinking? Gmzee made a face.
"Shut up Karkat!" Gamzee giggled. Karkat laughed and sat back in his seat.
"Fine, I'll save it for later," He smirked at Gamzee and pulled out his notebooks, he had a while before he was to go back to classes. Gamzee wondered if Karkat was joking or not, probably not after all, Karkat didn't kid around. Karkat began to doodle. He wasn't the best artist in the world but he could manage drawing some kind of 10 year old chibi drawings.
"Watcha drawing?"
Karkat shrugged and continued to doodle, "I don't know, probably just something random,"