John asking karkat on a date as a joke and having karkat sit at a restaurant by himself until he realizes john isn’t showing up
It’s your own fault, really.
The two of you were going back and forth, like you always do. You said a line about a candlelight hatedate, he replied with a laugh, saying “Sure, 7pm at Antonio’s, see you there.” It sounded like a sarcastic joke. You replied with a sarcastic agreement. That being said, you also thought there was a degree of sincerity beneath that sarcasm.
Evidently not.
You’ve been sitting at this dingy pizzeria down the street for thirty-five minutes now. He hasn’t shown up. You are so stupid. This is just another testament to failure and romantic ineptitude on the long list of disappointments that is your life. What the hell were you expecting? For John to come, admit to being in love with you all along, and initiate those sloppy makeouts you’ve been desperately wanting for sweeps? Fuck you, past self. Your expectations are an embarrassment to you’s across time.
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