Habits :: Prologue

“John what the fuck. You're hogging all the popcorn, give me some of that shit.”

“Wha-no Dave! You took my spot close to the tv, give it baaaaaaaack!”

“SOMEBODY KILL ME NOW PLEASE.”

“2eriiou2ly kk? you're 2o overdramatiic.”

“Hey lil bro, mind tossing me some of that sick apple juice?”

“Mr. Strider, I do believe I am going to acquire this apple juice of yours for myself as it is the last one! Sorry 'ol chum!”

“ToUgH LuCk mOtHeRfUcKeR.”

“D --> Oh, highb100d Please do not sit so close to me I might need a-”

“i swwear if you say towwel eq im going to-”

“uHHH HEY GUYS, i THINK THE MOVIE MIGHT BE OVER,”

John shut off his tv with a sigh. Why did he get decide to round up his nine friends over to his house for movies and hanging out? Oh that's right. Because his significant other [along with all of theirs] were having a girl party over at Dirk's condo which meant that all of them were supposed to get together and lament on their problems.

Or not problems. John originally had the thought for all of them to get together, play some video games, do a little drinking, since they were all above age. But Karkat suggested movies, and Gamzee just HAD to go along with his motherfucking best friend. And then John's own cousin, who he now referred to as traitor-Jake, went along with them. Well. It all went downhill from there.

“What the fuck do we do now?” Dave asked, leaning back in the beanbag chair as he sipped his apple juice thoughtfully.

“WELL. I HAVE AN IDEA.”

“Yeah? Go ahead, Karkat!” John exclaimed with a grin.

“WELL. IN THE TIME THAT I HAVE BEEN DATING [NAME], I'VE NOTICED THAT SHE HAS SOME PARTICULAR QUIRKS ABOUT HER THAT ENDEAR ME TO HER ALL THE MORE. SHUT UP, FUCKASSES, I'M STILL SPEAKING! WHAT I'M ASKING IS IF YOUR GIRL HAS ANY QUIRKS THAT MAKE HER SPECIAL.”

“Well now that I think about it,” Dirk began before John punched his arm.

“Nah, I got something to share first-”

“LOOK YOU FUCKERS. GRAB SOME PIECES OF PAPER AND CHOOSE A COLOR. WE'LL ALL CHOOSE ONE OKAY, AND TOSS THEM INTO THIS HAT HERE.” Karkat waited while everyone, including himself, tossing the papers in. “NOW I'M GONNA JUMBLE THEM UP. HEY, DAVE, CHOOSE A PIECE OF PAPER AND LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH. GOG.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Dave reached into the hat and pulled out a slip of paper. Unfolding it with a smirk, he read off the color loudly for all those in the vicinity to hear.