Three Knitted Giant Ties

[grimmdark]

Around Mayfield, daytime. Open to all.

[There is a giant Rose walking down the street. Streets, sometimes. She seems to be pretty calm considering she's suddenly bigger than she could ever be, but this is Rose we are talking about. At least her clothes grew with her. God bless long concealing 50's skirts and stupidly long dark socks too.

Perhaps you see her pass? Perhaps she stood on your car. Or maybe she's about to squish you to death? Either way you should let her know. Out of all the weirdness going on she doesn't really mind this bit that she has to live through. She's almost smiling without trying to hiding it, even, but that's mostly because only the rest of the giant population would be able to tell, and those are easy to spot.]

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[grimmdark]

Oh okay then; perhaps it's only fair you ask something out of me as log as I get something myself.

[Still, the threatening finger goes up and close to Kanaya's face.]

I would sugges we keep this as private as possible, though.

[chastesaw]

Well. Yes, I would assume that you would enjoy keeping any ensembles that passed your most rigorous of musters.

*Looking at that very ominous finger; seriously that thing is as big as she is.* And do you have something against the others learning that you are assisting me in my aesthetically interesting ways?

[grimmdark]

That sounds acceptabe. We has a deal then. Is there anywhere you wish to go?

I make a point to keep private matters private. I know you might eventually announce this to others, but your model feels it's only proper to ask for her personal involvement to be kept away from the spotlight if possible.

[chastesaw]

At the moment? Groundward wouldn't be objectionable, though it would make conversations more difficult.

And that I can understand. You have my word that I shall not breathe a word of your involvement to others except in event of dire emergency. I'm not certain what dire emergency might be solved by the revelation of a secret model, but the contingency ought to be in place regardless.

[grimmdark]

It would be a hindrance with my current size. Don't tell me you don't find this experience exciting in the least, though. You don't have the chance to travel in the hand of a giant human too often. Besides, I doubt I'll have a future chance to say I have you on the palm of my hand.

I barely see the chance of something worthy of worry to arise if concerned with your fashion adventures, but I like to cover all my hypothetical bases, in case they were to be compromised.

[chastesaw]

You drive a difficult bargain, Rose Lalonde, but a compelling one nonetheless. Though generally speaking, a relative scarcity and rarity of an encounter might not be all that persuasive if said event is unpleasant.

Not that this is unpleasant, mind you. Just... odd.

And I can certainly understand the desire to cover ones bases. Consider them thoroughly blanketed.

[grimmdark]

I assure you, the chance of something like this to happen without the involvement of intense pain and rampaging destruction will be quite odd. I want to take the situation as it is right now and don't mind the consequences, whatever they might be.

Good, then I suppose we should go and properly stomp the Guardian while we have the chance to do so, don't you think?

[chastesaw]

I suppose I can understand that point of view when you phrase it like that. If you feel the need to rampage, kindly alert me beforehand.

Rose, I feel like I should point out that while he would most assuredly deserve a stomping unparalleled in history or fiction, he is likely residing in my human hive right now. And I live there.

[grimmdark]

If I do so, you will be given a hand before I begin.

Surely you can always find a better place to reside for the time being. At any rate, the town is likely to repair whatever damage is inflicted on the house.

[chastesaw]

Likely, but not certain. And from what I understand, living in a domicile other than your assigned hive will result in panscrubbing.

So while I sympathize with your intentions I am afraid I must render a veto on any and all stompings.

[grimmdark]

And I know I would hate to listen to you ramble about anything without your wordiness.

[The rambling, though, it's implied.]

I wonder what makes you think you held any authority over me, specially since I, and this by no means brings delight to me, do have you on the palm of my hand.

[chastesaw]

*And she stands straight up to look Rose in the eyes with as much verve as she can muster.* Because we're friends, Rose Lalonde.

[grimmdark]

So now you take that for granted. Very well.

[That actually made wonders for her mood.]

Anywhere you want to go, then? Or shall I simply wander idly and try not to step on unsuspecting drones.

[chastesaw]

It would seem foolish to deny it at this point.

...I don't have a preference, only that we keep property destruction to a minimum if possible.

[grimmdark]

For some reason the banter that came with musing about it made things easier to assume. You could say it helped to keep our current debacle in perspective.

I'll manage somehow, then.

[chastesaw]

The banter, or assuming? And yes, I'd hope you would be capable of doing that.

[grimmdark]

Does it matter now? [what is being evasive.] Now we settle for a familiar camaraderie as so called chums, and therefore such matters don't hold any value now. Unless you are Dave, but I am glad that is far from the case.

[It's only that poking fun of Dave and playing with their odd relationship is one of the few ways she can honestly have fun.]

Maybe it would prove to be profitable to carry the stomping over to my house, as it's devoid of anybody sans me. I could use the time off without worries for all that matters.

[chastesaw]

I would hope that a sudden declaration of friendship would not mean we could not banter anymore. That would be depressing. As would be becoming Dave - not to insult him, but I think I'm much more well suited to be Kanaya.

If you would like to destroy your own human hive I certainly can't stop you.

[grimmdark]

Yes, you are right. On both accounts, to be precise. We just have to find another topic to banter about. It would be a pity to lose such an excellent conversation partner while trapped in here.

Then again, that raises the interrogation of where would I spend the night as well. It seems no matter what happens I can't get all to work appropriately.

[chastesaw]

Rose Lalonde, I assure you that I believe between the two of us we will think of something.

I would offer my own hive, but that's hardly suitable given the nature of my human adult male lusus, a mutual acquaintance of ours.

[grimmdark]

We might as well, yes.

Hence why I offered my current predisposition to flatten bothersome ones, with the added benefit of giving you a suitable excuse to come to my own residence. I have come to think that drones, dull and annoying as they are, are still better than Scratch.

[chastesaw]

Unfortunately, for all that he unnerves me, the other residents of my hive have done nothing to warrant becoming collateral damage, particularly when anything we are capable of doing to him will be undone in a day. Consequently my veto stands.

Rose are you inviting me to spend a nocturnal cycle taking respite at your human hive?

[grimmdark]

I therefore declare you a party pooper of the first order. Do you trolls have a designated name for the one supposed to keep a person from committing unneeded acts, be them of violence or otherwise? Or is it only something you take pleasure to do?

Perhaps, if you think that would be acceptable. I have spent most of my life in a secluded location on my own planet, therefore I lack some vital experience in terms of bonding with those of my age and gender.

[chastesaw]

I would hope that I would not be the only one of us possessing both basic troll decency as well as simple common sense, but there are times I wonder.

Hm. This may be yet another thing we have in common, albeit for wholly different reasons.

[grimmdark]

And wonder you shall, because it seems like an unlikely match among your kind. Although I can tell they are both present in others, one usually takes over the other. Or Karkat is simply too angry to think clearly, which is regrettable.

Not the first and certainly not the last of the perplexing similarities we all share, as it would seem.