[Karkat's eyes widen 'til the yolk yellow of his sclerae shows all around his irises. She killed him--killed him--and a part of him feels vicious, vindictive satisfaction for it, but another is off-kilter and out of step. He doesn't doubt that she could have done it; he's seen more than once what her chainsaw can do, and he remembers how she was about him in times before. But it's another death, and then she lays hers atop it.]
[Dave, him, now her and Gamzee, and he still counts Terezi as too likely on the list. It doesn't much lift his impression of things as doomed.]
[But she says after that it's safe, or safe enough, and he nods. His breath is shaky.]
God, I need to sit down. Here, come inside. My disaster hive should tell you a little.
[He turns and touches the gem on the door (red as blood, shaped as a drop) and steps in through the open door, making sure to hold it open after for her. He's not really looking at her. Should she follow, though, the inside certainly says something.]
[He hasn't forgotten where he used to live. Alternian style shows through, familiar greys and twelve-paned windows, but it blends and clashes against others things. There's an elevator stuck against one wall, modern and human as anything, while next to it a dull hallway--half like the meteor, half something else but just as simple--leads further into the hive. There are sleek, stylish chairs next to a squashy, trollish couch, settled atop a colorful rug straight out of the meteor. And if she does come inside, Karkat will let the door close and head straight over to sit in one of the chairs.]
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[Dave, him, now her and Gamzee, and he still counts Terezi as too likely on the list. It doesn't much lift his impression of things as doomed.]
[But she says after that it's safe, or safe enough, and he nods. His breath is shaky.]
God, I need to sit down. Here, come inside. My disaster hive should tell you a little.
[He turns and touches the gem on the door (red as blood, shaped as a drop) and steps in through the open door, making sure to hold it open after for her. He's not really looking at her. Should she follow, though, the inside certainly says something.]
[He hasn't forgotten where he used to live. Alternian style shows through, familiar greys and twelve-paned windows, but it blends and clashes against others things. There's an elevator stuck against one wall, modern and human as anything, while next to it a dull hallway--half like the meteor, half something else but just as simple--leads further into the hive. There are sleek, stylish chairs next to a squashy, trollish couch, settled atop a colorful rug straight out of the meteor. And if she does come inside, Karkat will let the door close and head straight over to sit in one of the chairs.]