==>Slouch on the Fucking Couch (Open RP)
He grabbed the T.V remote and it seemed like a gogdamn lifetime when he went to the couch in the living room to relax and watch a couple of rom-coms. He wasn’t the type of troll to go outside and have fun adventures and do whatever the fuck they’d do when they have no life. It was because… Karkat did have a life. A life for watching fucking Rom-coms and sleeping. He turned the device on and surfed through a couple of channels before finding one dealing with a civilian woman and a man from the mafia.
“This will be fucking interesting…” He muttered to himself.
Feferi had been wandering down the long halls of the mansion, bored and couldn’t think of anything to do. She hadn’t even thought of TV until she passed the living room, and saw her son sprawled out on the couch. She had been walking quietly, and hadn’t caught his attention. Feferi grinned, sneaking up to behind the coach, not making a noise the entire time. She waited a few moments, her grin growing wider and wider.
She jumped up, tackling her son so that they both fell off the coach. “H—EY SW-E-ETI—E!”
He blinked as the woman screamed at the robbers who came into her room and tensed up. Oh yes, they were getting to the good part soon… He leaned forward, his toes curling at the suspenseful music and the men preparing to burn the damn house down. Oh gog what was going to happen next. All of a sudden there was a strong push that forced him to go flying off of the couch and face planting the floor. He suddenly had a mini-heart attack and screamed,
“OH MY FUCKING GOG THERE’S A FUCKING ROBBER HERE!!” Should’ve noticed the long hair and cheery voice before he actually screamed though… Oh welp it was too late now. He was going to get her back for this later. After he recovers from this fucking predicament.