Jaspers breaks it off with Cargokat

-*- Jaspersprite Yaaawn. Gosh, was that one /wonderful/ nap! The n1cest of naps are when they're shared w1th a fr1end, he th1nks. Though... even st1ll, he was more than a l1ttle upset w1th how he treated that Shawn guy, the other day. 1t was downr1ght rude of h1m! He was scared and wasn't th1nk1ng, but-- but that's just /no/ /excuse/.
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-*- Jaspersprite He'd have to apolog1ze, later. 1t wouldn't be n1ce to do anyth1ng else! The fuchs1a fel1ne streeetches h1s tentacles a b1t as he makes h1s way down the sta1rs, 1ntent on mak1ng h1s way to the k1tchen. H1s agenda rarely cons1sts of anyth1ng else, after all
<Jaspersprite> . Napp1ng and eat1ng-- and spend1ng t1me w1th h1s most wonderful of fr1ends, of course!
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<calliopeCrasher> http://25.media.tumblr.com/3aaa2decac9892367d7bb21ad41aac52/tumblr_mj7j9lYYRq1ritvzro2_500.jpg
<calliopeCrasher> is this butts ))
<Jaspersprite> [[Fffff]]
<Darlos9D> ((it's some foreshortening))
<calliopeCrasher> (and karkats
-*- Jaspersprite ... Pause. Aw, was someth1ng the matter w1th Call1ope? She's all slumped on the floor and everyth1ng. He's not too sure why she'd s1t on the floor when there's so many couches to lay on 1nstead! W1th n1ce, soft cush1ons and everyth1--
-*- Jaspersprite ... D1d--
-*- Jaspersprite D1d the couches not have enough cush1ons for s1tt1ng oH GOSH WHAT HAS HE DONE--
-*- calliopeCrasher gurgles
-*- Jaspersprite He'd cons1der d1sassembl1ng the p1llow fort for the sake of h1s fellow res1dents, but... but he made 1t! And 1t's a n1ce place to s1t 1n w1th all h1s fr1ends. 1t's not just a p1le of fluff anymore, 1t's...
-*- Jaspersprite A *testament* to *compan1onsh1p*.
-*- Jaspersprite ... He can worry about that later, though! He laaays down on the floor, ch1n to carpet, g1v1ng the l1meblooded troll the most cur1ous of looks.
<Jaspersprite> "Are you okay why are you sitting on the floor. 3:"
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-*- Jaspersprite ... Oh.
-*- Jaspersprite Was 1t--
-*- Jaspersprite Was 1t someth1ng that he sa1d? 3:
-*- Jaspersprite  38
-*- tophatTimelady no jasp baby
-*- tophatTimelady she's just
-*- tophatTimelady potato
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-*- Jaspersprite Oh gosh alr1ght 1 can understand that 1 th1nk :0
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-*- Jaspersprite Well... no matter! She's probably got b1gger f1sh to fry. And 1f the low growl from h1s belly 1s anyth1ng to go off on, so does /he/! L1terally, of course. He rolls on h1s back and p1cks h1mself up properly, brush1ng h1s vest off w1th a wr1nkle of the nose.
-*- Jaspersprite ... He /really/ hopes 1t wasn't someth1ng he sa1d. Then that would mean he's been mean to /two/ people! 1n the /same/ /week/!
-*- Jaspersprite  38>
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-*- carapaceGrinder saunters into the living room, lost in thought. Thinking about the brief but harrowing encounter he had the previous night. He'd fought plenty of things that were bigger, stronger, and tougher... but faster. /Faster/ was always the worst. Because not only could they easily outpace and outmaneuver you, it also implied an underlying neurology that was evolved to notice and respond to the
-*- carapaceGrinder environment much more quickly and efficiently. It was always a double-whammy of bullshit.
-*- carapaceGrinder finds himself wishing he could slow down time or something, while moving to sit on a couch... and stops himself just as he notices it's completely devoid of cushions. OH, RIGHT
-*- carapaceGrinder Brought back to reality, he looks around the living room, eyes stopping on the substantial pillow fort that he had help construct. SHIT, I'M TURNING INTO A LITTLE KID IN THIS PLACE. He smirks and chuckles lightly, before catching an errant sound from a nearby room. It sounded... metallic. Curious, Karkat follows the sound to a door. Peering through, he finds himself looking at the interior of
-*- carapaceGrinder a large kitchen. And in that kitchen appeared to be some sort of pink, dress-wearing ghost. With tentacles. And a cat-head. And-OH IT'S JASPERS
-*- carapaceGrinder steps into the kitchen with his hands in his pants pockets, grinning at the fuschia sprite. HEY MAN
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-*- Jaspersprite The p1nk, dress wear1ng ghost w1th tentacles and a cat head and oh 1t's Jaspers, has s1nce been busy1ng h1mself w1th cook1ng! That's r1ght, /actual/ cook1ng. 1t's a mystery 1n 1tself how he managed to get the stove work1ng, nary a burn mark to tell of 1t, and who /knows/ how he knew what a fry1ng pan was for. ... H1s knowledge of the cul1nary arts seem to
-*- Jaspersprite The p1nk, dress wear1ng ghost w1th tentacles and a cat head and oh 1t's Jaspers, has s1nce been busy1ng h1mself w1th cook1ng! That's r1ght, /actual/ cook1ng. 1t's a mystery 1n 1tself how he managed to get the stove work1ng, nary a burn mark to tell of 1t, and who /knows/ how he knew what a fry1ng pan was for. ... H1s knowledge of the cul1nary arts seem to
<Jaspersprite> stop there as he tr1es to fry a can. Humm1ng a l1ttle tune to h1mself, happy w1th the 1llus1on that he may be do1ng th1s r1ght! He snaps to attent1on as Karkat makes h1s way 1n, sm1le as w1de as always. "Oh! Oh hi there karkat! Thank you for napping with me i enjoyed that. :3"
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-*- carapaceGrinder drops his arms to his sides and walks forward to take a look at what Jaspers is doing exactly. YEAH, NO PROBLEM.
-*- carapaceGrinder QUITE enjoyed the nap himself. This kid's purring was the most incredibly soothing sleep aid he'd ever experienced. Were he back in his universe he'd almost believe it could repress his nightmares without a recupricoon.
-*- carapaceGrinder looks past Jaspers at his work on the stove. WHAT ARE YOU MAK-
-*- carapaceGrinder sees the can in the pan, and raises an eyebrow at the sight. .... ING.......... UH
<Jaspersprite> "Tuna!" He ch1pperly repl1es, g1ggl1ng as though 1t was /espec1ally/ obv1ous. "Though i do not know if i am doing it quite right. 1 have been here for a whole half an hour and it still does not look very appetizing!" He guesses he doesn't m1nd, really. He's just glad he f1gured out the stove! And 1f he were /REALLY/ hungry, he could just go hunt down some dre
<Jaspersprite> am m1ce. Or b1rds! ... Or, you know. Sk1p the m1ddleman and th1nk up a meal. The dream bubbles were /conven1ent/ l1ke that. A gr1mace 1s d1rected to the can, for a br1ef few moments, as he l1fts the fry1ng pan and turns 1t over.
-*- Jaspersprite ... Yep. Soldered r1ght to the metal.
-*- Jaspersprite He's a natural Ramsay r1ght here.
-*- carapaceGrinder 's initial impulse is to laugh, but he pushes that down knowing how easily bruised Jaspers is and not wanting to go through an apology session again. Instead, he rubs a hand on his face briefly, and gestures at the can while looking at Jaspers. I, UH, DONT THINK THAT'S /QUITE/ HOW THAT'S PREPARED JASPERS
-*- carapaceGrinder is no chef himself, but... really?
<Jaspersprite> "Hrm. Do you think i should have used salt? 3:>" He'll f1gure 1t out eventually-- he's clever l1ke that! A clever and /very/ well sk1lled hunter, who shall not be bested by such f1ckle mach1nes. He clears h1s throat and just... sets the pan down on the counter. Good work for today! Carley w1ll be the /most/ 1mpressed. Fel1c1a, too! Maybe he can cook someth1ng
<Jaspersprite> "Hrm. Do you think i should have used salt? 3:>" He'll f1gure 1t out eventually-- he's clever l1ke that! A clever and /very/ well sk1lled hunter, who shall not be bested by such f1ckle mach1nes. He clears h1s throat and just... sets the pan down on the counter. Good work for today! Carley w1ll be the /most/ 1mpressed. Fel1c1a, too! Maybe he can cook someth1ng
<Jaspersprite> up /real/ n1ce for the both of them. Or-- or even Dante! To make h1m feel better, maybe. When you have access to the world of gourmet, the poss1b1l1t1es are /endless/.
-*- Jaspersprite (He'll just.)
-*- Jaspersprite (Have to avo1d the f1nger foods, for the latter rec1p1ent.)
-*- Jaspersprite (3:>)
<Jaspersprite> "Well that is okay! 1 do not mind really i like it better raw." ... Cooked would be /remarkable/, too, though. But that's more of a /h1gh/ /class/ /chef/ k1nd of deal! He's got a long and ted1ous path to walk, before he can do /that/.  "1 was /just/ thinking a whole bunch!" Shock1ng. "About-- about you i mean. :3"
-*- carapaceGrinder looks at the slightly melted can, trying to formulate what to say next to this... display. He gesture at the culinary wreck and opens his mouth to say something about it... but halts at the last thing Jaspers says, he pulls his hand back a bit and looks at Jaspers, slightly surprised. OH, UH, REALLY?
-*- carapaceGrinder turns to face Jaspers. WHAT ABOUT?
-*- Jaspersprite "Yes really! 1f i did not mean it i would not say it." Another g1ggle escapes h1s l1ps as he turns from the stove-- to face Karkat 1n turn, of course! He wraps one arm-tentacle around the other as the g1ggle d1es down-- cons1der1ng each word he's about to say /very/ carefully before he says 1t. "Well..."
-*- carapaceGrinder twitches a little at the tentacle. While he was /okay/ with this form, it didn't really evoke... intimate desires like the humanoid form did. Still, Karkat held his ground, not letting any unease showing. It's not like he didn't trust Jaspers or something. Well, he trusted him to not do anything wrong on purpose, anyway.
<Jaspersprite> "There is someone that i have had my eye on for a little while now! Someone very special. They are nice and smell just as nice and look even /nicer/! Overall just a really wonderful person if i do say so myself. <:3" ... Aww, look at h1m. Fuzzy cheeks flush1ng a darker p1nk than usual, sm1le grow1ng all the w1der, /just/ from talk1ng about them.
<carapaceGrinder> ((at the tentacles*))
<Jaspersprite> "1 would like to be nice and loyal and spend a whole lot of time with-- with this person. They mean the whole world to me! And i think that-- that i like this."
<Jaspersprite> "1 would like to be nice and loyal and spend a whole lot of time with-- with this person. They mean the whole world to me! And i think that-- that i like this."
<Jaspersprite> "Unnamed individual. You know? :#0"
<Jaspersprite> "1 would like to be nice and loyal and spend a whole lot of time with-- with this person. They mean the whole world to me! And i think that-- that i like this."
<Jaspersprite> "Unnamed individual. You know? :#0"
-*- carapaceGrinder Still, he couldn't help but think about various creatures he'd met throughout his service... that is, until he started to become distracted by Jaspers' body launguage and words. Who might this person be? All things considered its wouldn't be WEIRD for Jaspers to talk about being into someone else, but it sounded awfully similar to one of those 'oh well see there's this friend of mine...'
-*- carapaceGrinder stories.
-*- carapaceGrinder gives Jaspers a somewhat concerned look, but it soon turns into a friendly smile. He sets a hand on his hip and gestures with the other hand. HM, WELL, IT SURE SOUNDS LIKE IT WOULD BE NICE TO MEET THIS PERSON.
-*- carapaceGrinder taps a finger on his hip and gives a slightly coy look. IS IT... SOMEONE I'VE MET?
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<Jaspersprite> "You might have! Heehee. :3"
<Jaspersprite> "1 would just-- i like them. Maybe i even like like them! And when you find someone you /really/ /really/ like you do not want to do anything that might jeypar-- jeop-- threaten that. Do you understand?"
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<carapaceGrinder> OH, YEAH, I THINK I CAN RELATE TO THAT
-*- carapaceGrinder doing things like trying not to curse and not laughing at shockingly hilarious ineptitude should be proof enough of that, but it goes back further... Karkat finds himself thinking about Terezi a little. 'His' Terezi, from his universe. That inevitably leads to thinking about the one he met here though. Where has she been, anyway?
-*- carapaceGrinder shake the thought off, returning attention to the sprite before him.
<carapaceGrinder> I THINK MOST PEOPLE COULD, REALLY. NOBODY WANTS TO HURT THE PEOPLE THEY CARE ABOUT. HEL-... ER, UH. A LOT OF PEOPLE DON'T EVEN WANT TO HURT PEOPLE THEY AREN'T CLOSE TO
-*- Jaspersprite Oh, good. Better than good. So, so much better than good. He was hop1ng that he'd understand. Karkat meant so much to h1m! He was sort of... sour, on the outs1de, but he seemed l1ke such a wonderful guy that he /genu1nely/ l1kes. And that k1nd of genu1nety was far and few 1nbetween, 1n a place l1ke th1s! He sm1les, rest1ng a tendr1l on the mutantblood's s
<Jaspersprite> houlder, h1s sm1le manag1ng to grow further and further st1ll. "That is fantastic. You do not know how much it means to me that you know--"
-*- Jaspersprite And then, 1n that 1nstant, the ent1re mans1on seemed to stand st1ll, as Jaspers the cat sa1d the one set of words that nobody 1n the dream bubble ever dared to.
<Jaspersprite> "-- Why we cannot sleep together anymore. :3"
-*- Jaspersprite Oh.
-*- TheSpine "tailhole"
-*- TheSpine oh
-*- Jaspersprite fFFF
-*- TheSpine yeah that works too I guess
-*- carapaceGrinder was going to say more, but is cut off by the touch, and... UH, WHAT?
-*- Jaspersprite ... "1s something wrong? :0"
-*- carapaceGrinder is... shocked? That might be a strong word. The two of them had hardly known each other for long, really. But still, this was definitely a rather surprising thing to hear. Karkat's experession slowly turns to one of incredulity as he tries to process it. HE'S GONNA HOLD OUT FOR SOMEONE ELSE... NOW? AFTER EVERYTHING ELSE? IN /THIS/ PLACE?
-*- carapaceGrinder Karkat supposes that even here, not everyone might subscribe to the notion that keeping quadrants fluid is the very best policy. He didn't agree at all, but... everyone had their own philosophies on that. And arguing tends to largely be pointless, and...
-*- carapaceGrinder sighs.
-*- carapaceGrinder After a long pause, Karkat drops his arms to his sides and looks at Jaspers seriously. JASPERS... FAR BE IT FROM ME TO TELL YOU HOW TO HANDLE YOUR RELATIONSHIPS. IF THAT'S HOW YOU WANT IT, THEN FINE. BUT...
-*- carapaceGrinder balks at the next part. He looks at the floor and rubs a hand through his hair. He didn't want to make himself sound so presumptuous, and was also afraid it would make him just sound jealous, but damn if he hadn't seen it before...
<carapaceGrinder> I JUST... I HOPE... ERGH.
-*- carapaceGrinder drops his arm and looks straight at Jaspers again. I REALLY HOPE YOU'RE NOT STOPPING YOURSELF FROM DOING SOMETHING YOU WANT JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK SOMEBODY ELSE EXPECTS IT OF YOU
-*- carapaceGrinder It was presumptuous because maybe Jaspers really WASN'T all that into Karkat, and he knew that. But what outweighed that concern was the fear that a good thing might be getting broken up here just to satisfy someone elses posessiveness, and the thought just drove him up a wall.
-*- carapaceGrinder Also... what about Eridan? Was he TALKING about Eridan? If not, would he walk away from him too? The seadweller seemed to care about Jaspers so much. For talking about not wanting to hurt relationships, this sounded like it could be an emotional neutron bomb.
-*- Jaspersprite The tentacle removes 1tself from Karkat's shoulder-- contented sm1le droop1ng a l1ttle, as he cons1ders that he /probably/ should have used a better cho1ce of words-- 1n h1nds1ght, he was very very vague! :<
-*- carapaceGrinder And Eridan with his dead man's fatalism would probably just take it on the chin and... ergh, this felt like a mess in the works.
-*- Jaspersprite ... But-- but he was glad that he sa1d 1t. 1t was someth1ng that /needed/ to be done! He may not have known a lot about relat1onsh1ps before, but... but even /he/ knew that someth1ng just wasn't r1ght. And after a long talk w1th Carley--
-*- Jaspersprite ("But... everyone wants different things. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to think about what /you/ want?")
-*- Jaspersprite -- He knew just what 1t was.
-*- Jaspersprite She was so smart. He was lucky to be fr1ends w1th her! Someone so n1ce and smart and /always/ look1ng out for h1m. K1nd of l1ke-- l1ke Rose! Before she was lett1ng h1m, you know. Get. L1t on f1re to sleep w1th a catg1rl and all.
<Jaspersprite> "Oh-- oh no no no! Karkat no it is not like that one bit. 1t is just..."
<Jaspersprite> "Oh-- oh no no no! Karkat no it is not like that one bit. 1t is just..."
<Jaspersprite> "When we were napping together i could not help but think that maybe i was just-- just trying to fill a little hole in my heart. But the only thing that /will/ fill it up is that wonderful and sweet and very /very/ pretty girl."
<Jaspersprite> "When we were napping together i could not help but think that maybe i was just-- just trying to fill a little hole in my heart. But the only thing that /will/ fill it up is that wonderful and sweet and very /very/ pretty girl."
<Jaspersprite> "Sorry karkat! But she is the only one for me. :<"
-*- carapaceGrinder just scan's the cats face. HE REALLY JUST... BELIEVES THAT'S HOW IT SHOULD BE, DOESN'T HE? WHAT, DOES HE THINK I JUST FUCK AND DON'T CARE? DOES HE THINK THERE HASN'T BEEN ANYONE... /ISN'T/ ANYONE I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO BE WITH? OF COURES THERE IS... Karkat's thoughts float to Terezi again. BUT THAT DOESN'T DIMINISH ANYTHING I'VE HAD WITH ANYONE ELSE! THEY WERE NEVER 'FILLING A HOLE!' THEY
-*- carapaceGrinder WERE WONDERFUL UNIQUE EXPERIENCES ALL TO THEMSELVES, NONE OF WHICH MADE ANY OF THE OTHERS ANYTHING LESS. THIS... THIS IS...
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-*- carapaceGrinder sighs slowly, almost deflating. He speaks none of his thoughts. He doesn't think it'd make any difference.
-*- carapaceGrinder closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them and looks up at the soft face before him with a slight, weak smile.
<carapaceGrinder> ... THEN, SHE'S A REALLY LUCKY GIRL, ISN'T SHE?
-*- carapaceGrinder doesn't wait for a response. He casts eyes to the ground as he turns to walk out of the room, shiverring slightly from the... /disappointment/ at a decision he disagrees with SO strongly but doesn't want to say anything more about.
-*- Jaspersprite ... Ohhh, gosh. He d1dn't look so happy, w1th h1m. 1t wasn't Karkat-- 1t was Jaspers, really! But. But that probably d1dn't make h1m feel better, no. Sure, Carley warned h1m about that--
-*- Jaspersprite ("Sure, he might get pissed--" "Swear. 3:" "Sorry. But it'll be a farcry from what'll happen if you wait until you're dating to cut things off.")
-*- Jaspersprite ("Sure, he might get pissed--" "Swear. 3:" "Sorry. But it'll be a farcry from what'll happen if you wait until you're dating to cut things off.")
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-*- Jaspersprite -- And he understands, but... st1ll. He w1shed these k1nd of th1ngs d1dn't have to be so d1ff1cult. But maybe that's just... just what made relat1onsh1ps so spec1al! 1f they were easy, then they'd be taken for granted far more than they should.
-*- Jaspersprite ... S1gh.
-*- Jaspersprite Why can't he just have an overact1ve l1b1do l1ke everyone else. 3:
-*- carapaceGrinder is about to go out the door, but stops, one hand on the door frame. He glances back over his shoulder.
<carapaceGrinder> ... HAVE YOU TALKED TO ERIDAN?
-*- Jaspersprite He watches Karkat go, the frown /very/ present on h1s face, upper set of teeth gr1pp1ng at h1s lower l1p. That's /three/ people he's made upset 1n the past two days-- a record he /really/ hopes to never, ever break.
-*- Jaspersprite Luck d1dn't really have anyth1ng to do w1th 1t, he th1nks! She's just-- she's /that/ spec1al of a g1rl, and-- and he hopes she th1nks of h1m the very same way. 3:
-*- Jaspersprite ... Oh--
<Jaspersprite> "Not quite no. But-- but i was gonna! He deserves to hear it." ... "Please do not tell him for me? 1t is just a thing that he might want to hear from me first. :<"
<carapaceGrinder> YEAH... YEAH, I THINK IT MIGHT BE
-*- carapaceGrinder 's hand slides off the door frame as he walks out of the kitchen and into the living room, a dark expression on his face. Part of him would really like to mee this /girl/. And another part of him thinks that would probably be a terrible fucking idea. He briskly walks across the living room and out of another door, as he starts to make a beeline towards the roof to take an angry swim. BULLSHIT!
-*- Jaspersprite Swear--
-*- Jaspersprite ("I'm proud of you, Jaspers. You're so close to getting something that a /lot/ of people look for their whole lives!")
-*- Jaspersprite ("You-- you really think she might like me the same way? Mrrow. 3:")
-*- Jaspersprite ("... Hah, you kidding? You two might as well've been /made/ for eachother. She's lucky to have you, you know.")
-*- Jaspersprite ("... I hope you are right. :<")
-*- Jaspersprite D1d he hope she was r1ght. He absolutely /hated/ hav1ng to do th1s, as much as 1t needed to be done. L1ke-- l1ke go1ng to the vet when he's not feel1ng too good. Yeah, 1t was scary, but Rose only d1d 1t because 1t was what was best for h1m! Otherw1se he wouldn't get better.
-*- Jaspersprite He watches the mutantblood go, ears flat and fl1nch1ng a b1t-- not too eager for the next t1me he'd see Er1dan. He was just a cat, after all! He wasn't bu1lt for such emot1onally exhaust1ng act1v1t1es. But... 1t had to be done-- relat1onsh1ps were /bu1lt/ on loyalty! Even though he... wasn't even sure 1f she'd l1ke h1m, the same way.
-*- Jaspersprite Gosh, could he go for a nap.