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[Around the sixteenth of November, Friday. Noontime? An appropriate time, but as it turns out, not the right time, because Katniss is there. Not that Kanaya knows this. Not that Katniss knows it's Kanaya who doesn't know this. All she'll here is a knock.

Then two more knocks.

The girl's voice is like the chainsaw she wields: Sharp and clean. It makes no mistakes about phoneme selection, ever. Kay-script ay-rotated are-kay-ash-tee, never forget to make those crisp.]

Karkat.

[Knock knock knock.]

[The first knock is easy enough to ignore. Katniss, after all, has no problem ignoring things, even when they're written on her arm. And besides, she has other things to preoccupy her, things that no form of distraction could ease.

But then there's the second.

And the third.

And the fourth.

Each one more annoying, more grating than the last. As if someone is holding a chalkboard right next to her ear and scraping their nails down it louder and louder as the seconds drag on.

Finally, it gets to the point where she's so irrevocably annoyed that she's forced to stomp over there and open the door. (Or more like jerk it open, given her current state.)]

He's not here.

[She tilts her head to the side, as she glows bright white with a flickering edge. This would be even more elaborate "Capitolian costuming" than Karkat employed. By comparison the jade lipstick, matching eyelashes, and pair of fangs are almost unnotable.

Her lips purse, and the grey insides of her open mouth are less likely but match Karkat. Her eyes don't - they're bright yellow, and narrow in suspicion. She doesn't exactly feel trust emenating from the human girl in waves, nor does she have reason to believe her morality isn't human - and that scares her. The prospect of Karkat living with someone like that.]

Well, would you tell him Kanaya was here; Miss...? [She has to at least ask. Karkat is her friend, and she has to make sure he's safe. Has to know what could threaten him.]

[It's startling, definitely. Although startling might be an understatement; terrifying could be a little more accurate. Suddenly, she's feeling threatened, vulnerable by not bringing her bow, or anything to defend herself with, to the door with her. (It didn't occur to her while stomping around in her annoyed rage.)

But she's not going to let that show outwardly. Instead, all she'll allow is a slightly narrowed gaze that doesn't exactly invite friendliness, and a cold, flat voice when she speaks.]

Katniss. [Yes, this is all she's going to provide.]

Katnis. [That's how she'll think it's spelled - like that it could just barely pass for a troll last name, and with the rigid letter count rules of Alternia, she'll always latch onto such things.

She opens her mouth again, not sure what to say next - oh, and her teeth are certainly sharper than Karkat's, that's for sure. Finally she settles on... something.]

You can tell him that, then.

[Then she takes a step backwards - not turning yet, but ready to as soon as Katniss should not entreat her to stay.]

[Karkat doesn't exactly endear himself to her, for a multitude of reasons. Such reasons are now only multiplied with Kanaya. Teeth that sharp are distinctly not natural on something that could pass for human. They can do a lot of things in the Capitol; dye your skin different colors, and, yes, even replace teeth with "fangs," like Enobaria.

This, though. Everything about this makes her want to cry mutt.

She doesn't want to move to find her bow, because a part of her is afraid of what might happen if she turns her back. That at any second, there'll be some kind of attack that she's not prepared for. The sooner she's alone again, the better.]

Sure. [She won't.]

["Katnis" is landing herself squarely in the category of "human" - alien in the worst kind of way. Kanaya can sense it now, that alien amorality: Lying and cheating and kissing and of course killing indiscriminately. She's already wondering what, not if, this girl will do to Karkat. But no need to kick the buzzbugs' hive.]

Okay.

[And then she leaves - it's too fast, the gap between her presence and absence, not something any normal human could pull off. Supernatural.

Well at least, she reflects during her departure, she didn't ask any uncomfortable questions about rainbow drinkers.]

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