The piece of chalk snaps in Karkat's hand. He glares daggers at the teen, scowl contorting further and further as he does. He will not falter. He will not fall. One of them will back down first, and it will not be THIS IS STUPID.
He turns back to the blackboard, bringing a hand up to rub at his forehead. ]
That didn't happen. From now on out, we are starting class again, and the horrible excuse we will refer to as "Past Midwife" can fuck right off into nonexistence. I will kick him into orbit myself.
[ With the half of chalk left in his hand, he begins to scrawl (in passable English lettering) onto the board:
RED VS. BLACK ]
Alright. Whoever understands the distinction between these two - as applied to romantic entanglements - raise your hand.
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The piece of chalk snaps in Karkat's hand. He glares daggers at the teen, scowl contorting further and further as he does. He will not falter. He will not fall. One of them will back down first, and it will not be THIS IS STUPID.
He turns back to the blackboard, bringing a hand up to rub at his forehead. ]
That didn't happen. From now on out, we are starting class again, and the horrible excuse we will refer to as "Past Midwife" can fuck right off into nonexistence. I will kick him into orbit myself.
[ With the half of chalk left in his hand, he begins to scrawl (in passable English lettering) onto the board:
RED VS. BLACK ]
Alright. Whoever understands the distinction between these two - as applied to romantic entanglements - raise your hand.