Homeless, Considering, and so chipper about it.

[stolensunshine]

I think I could get comfy in here. I mean, it's so busy and there are so many exciting people, and, well, yes, I'd rather find someplace to roam a little, but... whenever we get to that, right?

[Right. Big hopeful eyes go here, hoping to stun one into putting her somewhere as soon as possible, without resorting to underhanded methods like sneaking out or lying or letting dashing thieves into the tower to sweep her off...]

After all, that -- A-T-P thing is coming up tonight, right? I should have someplace outside the tower to go in no time! It won't be the lanterns, but-- it'll still be an adventure!

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[stolensunshine]

[Shrieking because the poiny-teeth-man won't stop moving she ducks behind the nearest piece of furniture, dragging her hair with her.]

Mother warned me about you don't you come near me!

[runawayhatetrain]

What-- what the hell are you--

... [somehow, through the ringing pain still consuming his brain, he manages to process what she's talking about. oh my god.]

I don't know what your lusus warned you about, but I'm not gonna fucking eat you or something. [a hand goes to his head where she smacked him before, and he grumbles under his breath.]

[stolensunshine]

[Big green eyes peer around the chair.]

[She does not believe you, Karkat.]

[runawayhatetrain]

[yeah he's still just gonna lay here in the floor with his hands on his head, rolling around a little in pain. he's not even armed, okay. YOU JUST CONCUSSED A KID FOR NO GOOD REASON.]

[stolensunshine]

[She creeps around from the chair, crawling forward too-- nudge him. With the frying pan.]

[Listen her mother told her about men with pointy teeth, okay? Even drew helpful illustrations.]

[runawayhatetrain]

[he stops short, a grey eye peeking out at her from between his fingers. he's Not Happy. he growls out a response:]

What.

... you're not about to hit me again, are you.

[stolensunshine]

No.

[Though she's trying to figure out how the -- boy? man? pointy-teeth-person? -- is not yet trying to chew through her hair or... something else.]

Are you after my hair?

[runawayhatetrain]

Why the hell would I want that? What would I even... do with it.

[stolensunshine]

[Suspicious!]

You don't-- know?

[runawayhatetrain]

No, and I'm pretty sure I couldn't care less if I had a lobotomy right here in the floor. That is not an invitation, don't you get near me or my thinkpan with any sharp objects.

[stolensunshine]

[Thankfully she doesn't know what a lobotomy is. But she's not willing to explain the glorious power of her hair, either.]

You're not-- an advanced scout? For a legion of pointy-teethed men who want my hair?

[runawayhatetrain]

[... he turns to stare at her for a long, silent moment, partially trying to determine whether or not she's serious.

holy shit, she is.]

... no. No, I'm not. Why would you even-- is that even a thing?

[stolensunshine]

Mother said--

[There's a lot of Mother said in this conversation]

Well, if you don't know...

[runawayhatetrain]

[he sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.]

No, forget I asked, I don't care.

[stolensunshine]

[She crouches there, green eyes wide. Welp, she's trying to figure out what Karkat is and if she should try and talk.]

[runawayhatetrain]

[... he turns his head to stare back.]

What are you looking at.

[stolensunshine]

You. I mean. You have pointy teeth. Sometimes-- I thought--

I thought she might be exaggerating.

[runawayhatetrain]

...

[yeah this is Karkat displaying those pointy teeth a bit more clearly for her.]

Surprise.

[and then he goes back to sulking about his head injury.]

[stolensunshine]

[She recoils, brandishing that frying pan before her again.]

[runawayhatetrain]

WHAT NO

[Karkat flops over clumsily in an attempt to scramble out of striking range.]

God dammit stop trying to hit me!

[stolensunshine]

[She doesn't swing, but she's back on the defensive.]

Then tell me the truth about the pointy-teeth men!

[runawayhatetrain]

What truth?! They exist, okay, are you happy? Men with pointy teeth are a thing that happens. There are also women with pointy teeth and they're far more insane and creepy than most of the men are, so I don't know why the hell you're not more worried about them. But it's a moot point because neither of them are in your fucking world and I don't even know where they are right now.

[stolensunshine]

Women too!? [Her Mother didn't tell her about the women!] That sounds terrible!

Wait--

What do you mean they're not in my world? My Mother told me about them!

[runawayhatetrain]

Your mom was probably either A, crazy, B, making shit up, or C, somehow informed about trolls, which I really doubt because the last set of humans we ran into had no idea that we even existed until we refused to leave them the fuck alone.

[stolensunshine]

My Mother isn't crazy! [Indigiant, though she'll-- uh, eventually learn that her mother is in fact a sociopath someday, just-- not today] Don't be rude!