[Karkat sighs heavily through his nose. John is being culturally insensitive again, although, really, where Terezi and Gamzee were concerned, there seemed to be something way more than culture going on.]
Why the fuck would we have books? Trolls don't raise wrigglers, fucktard.
[But the instincts are definitely still there, because Karkat goes very tense at the idea of having to put his little grub down for any reason whatsoever. He hesitates, makes eye contact with his baby and bumps noses with it and purrs softly, a comforting noise used mostly by young moirails to assure their palemate that they would be protected in whatever came next. The grub makes a little cooing noise that sounds more human than troll, and Karkat begrudgingly hands him over to John.]
One of us has to keep a hold on him or he'll grow up into fucking Eridan. That troll has a serious case of cold feet.
[Which, in troll society, means that their lusus didn't carry them around when they were a grub. Yeah. CULTURAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GO.]
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Why the fuck would we have books? Trolls don't raise wrigglers, fucktard.
[But the instincts are definitely still there, because Karkat goes very tense at the idea of having to put his little grub down for any reason whatsoever. He hesitates, makes eye contact with his baby and bumps noses with it and purrs softly, a comforting noise used mostly by young moirails to assure their palemate that they would be protected in whatever came next. The grub makes a little cooing noise that sounds more human than troll, and Karkat begrudgingly hands him over to John.]
One of us has to keep a hold on him or he'll grow up into fucking Eridan. That troll has a serious case of cold feet.
[Which, in troll society, means that their lusus didn't carry them around when they were a grub. Yeah. CULTURAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GO.]