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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[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.