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==> Get back to the story already

Dave had the sickest beats and most ironic comics of anyone in Florin, but he was still just a simple farmboy (ironically) and had no money for hate-marriage.

Karkat stood, trying to keep calm. "What if I never see you again? What then, fuckass?" He asked, trying not to nervously wring his hands. Now that he had Dave, his perfect kismesis and true hate, he didn't want to lose him.

Dave raised his eyebrows, looking at Karkat like he was an idiot (and it was all Karkat could do to not swoon or punch him). "Of course you will."

"But what if something happens to you?!" Karkat let slip. He'd waited all his life for a kismesis like Dave; he couldn't fathom losing him now.

"I'll come for you. You have my word; even if it's totally uncool, I'll come." He said, looking as calm and sure is ever. It pissed Karkat off.

"But how can you be sure?" He asked, glaring.

"Because, dumbass, this is true hate. You think this happens everyday?" He replied, sounding as if it were the most obvious thing ever. His expression didn't change, but Karkat could just feel that Dave was laughing at him in his head.

Before Karkat can cave in and punch him right in his stupid ironic face Dave leans forward, kissing him, and Karkat can only melt into it.


"But Dave never reached his destination. His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Bro, who never left captives alive." Nanna continued. John couldn't help to be a little disappointed. Sure, this was the strangest story he'd ever been read, and Karkat and Dave hated each other, but... in some weird way they were happy. The story just kept getting weirder and worse. At least it was more interesting, he supposed.


When Karkat heard news of this he stormed inside, yelling at no one in particular. He went to his room, slamming the door so hard it almost came off it's hinges. Eventually he tired his voice out, but he still didn't come out. Days went by where he neither slept nor ate. The piercing emptiness in him had nothing to do with that, though.

Curled on his bed, blanket torn to shreds in his prior day's rage, he said quietly to himself; "I will never hate again."

==> Cut to Florin Castle
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