Karkat sits on the couch, for once with a small smile gracing his lips. He had no idea who got him his book, or why, but it had been sitting by his door with a ribbon when he came out on Twelfth Perigree, and it was very obviously for him. It even had a mat to keep it off of the floor, so whomever it was knew him well. And, of course, it was a romance novel. Blackrom, the good stuff, and hard to find without Alternia. -Karkat
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 20:29:25 +0000