General Threading Mischief

[ognesperanza]

[how hard can it be to find one son of Hades who makes it a habit of hanging in the shadows and disappearing for days at a time?]

[maybe he's in the caves, getting his level up on]

[or perhaps he's hanging in the Black Forest, being cool and dark and myste--or just being Nico di Angelo]

[but maybe today he's actually in his room in the Stationhive, floor 2, room 1, Karkat's old room. gray walls, a few knickknacks, an unmade bed, clothes everywhere, and his laptop on his desk. oh, and he has a black electric guitar. suck it. or you know, enjoy the wrinkly puppy running around excitedly]

[or he's in the Dead/Undead HQ that Norman and he have called their own. not too far into the caves, before the medium monsters' territory begins, there's a hallway in a wall that didn't have one before. at the end is a good sized living room, rectangular and comfortably furnished. and yeah, there are probably zombies hanging out in it]

[hell, maybe he shadow-traveled somewhere he didn't mean to. oops, my bad! THE OPTIONS ARE LIMITLESS, MY FRIEND]

Comments

[boogerman]

Why aren't you catching up on your sleep?

[ognesperanza]

That's what I did the first night. But I don't sleep much.

[boogerman]

Still, I'd bet you feel better now.

[ognesperanza]

I guess.

[boogerman]

[my ickle two foot Seahorse is here and I am... petting it a bit]

[ognesperanza]

[wow, so unsure. I'd be more interested if I didn't know what it did]

You really like it.

[boogerman]

[please, it's like a little me. I'm bigger and nastier.]

It doesn't have bad breath.

[ognesperanza]

[whatever, dude, priorities. you aren't a sand monster]

The breath is part of their charm.

[boogerman]

There's charm?

[ognesperanza]

Of course. Just look at this face.

[bunches up the extra skin on Shadow's neck to squish into the bottom of his muzzle. and waving one of his paws at you]

[boogerman]

I see it does have eyes after all.

[ognesperanza]

You just have to look deeper.

[boogerman]

Let's not trade pets, whatever we do do to each other.

[ognesperanza]

No, you can keep your . . . seahorse.

[boogerman]

And your raisin.

[ognesperanza]

A handsome raisin.

[sets Shadow down. puppy wants to explore the roof!]

[boogerman]

[animals probably fear me just standing here.]

I remember the days when dogs were tough. Wolfish.

[ognesperanza]

[Shadow's going to be wayyyyy over on the other side of the roof then. he can handle my vibe, but yours is a little much. still, sniffing things dubiously]

How long ago was that?

[boogerman]

More than a couple dozen millennia.

[ognesperanza]

[that would explain that]

Very well. Next time I see a hellhound, I'll point it your way.

[boogerman]

Now that you've said it, it's bound to happen.

[ognesperanza]

I hope so. I mean, most hellhounds aren't friendly . . . but I can handle them.

[boogerman]

Really.

[ognesperanza]

Haven't had to fight a hellhound since the Battle of the Labyrinth. You can distract them easily.

[not pride, just...fact]

[boogerman]

Dogs, right?