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Who: Karkat and Signless, and then Karkat and Sollux
Where: Somewhere out of the way.
When: Around now, probably
What: Karkat tries to go meet up with his fugitive pal and gets intercepted by another fugitive
Warnings: Signless being weird & Karkat being rude, probably

Karkat's looking forward to getting to see Sollux again; it's been a while, and he's definitely emotional enough about it en route that he can definitively say that Sollux is his best friend, for the purposes of this meeting. He kind of wishes it didn't require a long bus ride followed by a long walk, but he's sure as hell not about to cut corners on that – they can't exactly just hang out at the mall or something, lest the authorities (or worse) catch wind of Sollux's presence. Karkat's kind of still worried that might still happen out here – but at least, he thinks, looking around the good ol' Abandoned Warehouse Zone, the inevitable shitshow that'd ensue wouldn't get as many people caught in the crossfire.

He's about halfway through the long walk now, a little bored with it but reminding himself that it beats the even longer blindfolded car ride that he had to put up with back when Sollux was in CONDOR custody...

Threaded | Flat

He doesn't have his scythe anymore, or his body armor, and that is fine. The weather is warm in Los Angeles, and he doesn't need the scythe to defend himself. For the most part, he's glad to have lost them, with a feeling like setting one's cocoon. He would not consider himself reborn in any sense of the word, but at least he's free of a few of the things dragging him down.

He's starved and exhausted, but he isn't paying enough attention to it to care. Since getting back into the city he's managed to find some clothes that aren't his prisoner's outfit from CONDOR, though they make him look like the hobo that he is.

He is still graceful, though, in his ability to move around the city. He finds Karkat easy to follow, like a bright and familiar beacon. It's easier now than it was before, and he doesn't know why.

He slides down the side of the building that he's been watching from, landing about ten paces behind his Descendant, watching silently. He came here with a purpose, but he's not sure he recalls what it was.

After the Signless takes off Karkat has to take a minute or two to just stand there and process what the fuck just happened. He thinks it should perhaps feel like a load off his oxygen squeezers, knowing his probably-ancestor is both intact and okay – for a given value of okay - and also doesn't want to murder him, but there's an uncomfortable sense of responsibility lingering on his shoulders, like it's his problem to make sure this asshole doesn't die in a gutter somewhere or get himself arrested again, and also –

– and also he's supposed to be meeting Sollux, hell.

He swears under his breath, pulls his phone out and shoots off a hasty text – RUNNING LATE BUT I'LL BE THERE SOON – and then stuffs it back in his pocket and picks up his pace as he hurries the rest of the way to their designated meeting spot.