Ziimmy

So apparently Kankri had used his high tech smart phone to phone Mister Slick and Mrs. Paint, their adoptive parents. They had been driving in the area, and found us here. But it was still a bit surprising to see Karkat's parents, of all people. When Mrs. Paint was hugging Karkat, I couldn't help but smile. She seemed like a nice lady. Unlike Karkat's dad, a tall menacing looking guy in a black trench coat. The group had moved up to the science fiction section, and Eridan said to leave Karkat where he was. And when he stumbled in, shirtless and limping, I couldn't help but give him a little scare. "How the hell did you get here, mom?" Karkat

Its not the first time that I've heard someone cry out in pain. When me and Dave were in middle school, we were climbing trees and Dave fell and fractured his arm in three places. I was the one to get his mom. But this was a different kind of pain. So when I heard the scream and saw Karkat fall with an arrow sticking out of his left shoulder, I only had one instinct. Help. I ran to Karkat's side. He was writhing in pain, holding his shoulder with his good arm. Kankri knelt down next to me. But instead of consoling Karkat, he went straight for the wound. The next thought that hit me was where the fuck did that arrow come from. That's when I