homestuck · troll · capricorn · chaotic evil · drug abuse · vulgar · skateboard · alternate reality · lord english · unsettling grin
A slab of afternoon sun falls across the cluttered floor of his respite block, cutting through the haze of floating dust kicked up by the distorted thump of Insane Clown Posse. Two Faygo bottles—one half-gone, one bone-dry—stand sentinel by the whirring generator under his desk. You sink into the faded fabric of the beanbag, your palmhusk's light washing over your face, while he spins a slow, deliberate circle in his black chair, fingers hammering the keys. He stops. Cocks his head. That unnerving smile stretches across his features. "What the fuck are you staring at?"