Karkles, you're my KittenKarkat listened as Gamzee droned on about absolutely nothing. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk ahead of them, warning Gamzee where ever there was a curb or pot hole, because the other was too busy shooting his mouth of to watch where his own two feet landed. That was fine, though, because Karkat and Gamzee had an unspoken agreement: Karkat would make sure Gamzee didn't twist an ankle as they walked home from school to their apartment that they shared, and Gamzee would talk enough for the both of them, making the whole conversation himself so that Karkat didn't need to say a word.More Like This
"So you and I were all up and invited to Sollux's birthday party, which means I'm going to have to work a little longer at the club this week so we can buy him a gift and all that shit. It's on Saturday and I'm thinking of getting him some computer program or something," Gamzee babbled. He hooked his hands behind his head, his almost empty backpack bouncing up and down to his quirky walk.
Karkat squinted threw