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The alarming thing about Rose unabashedly undressing her with her eyes was that she didn't actually feel any sort of alarm anymore. Rose was tall, she was intimidating, and she was examining Kanaya's posterior like it was a fine piece of grubloaf.
Maybe she was simply getting used to it.
There was a circus for her to organize before she could contemplate the necessary soul-searching for that revelation, however. Karkat was currently in the middle of christening it the 'Find the Nookwhiffer Even though He Probably Just Knocked Himself Out With His Hammer' Project by throwing ever mug and stapler in reach.
“I believe planning is in order?” she hazarded as the last mug sloshed against the wall. A majority of the mugs were intact, a fact that would have the Financial Department heaving a sigh of relief.
“We go look for him, obviously.” Karkat snorted, then started sauntering towards the door with almost Eridan-esque arrogance. It was almost enough to try her patience.
“Do you know where he lives?” Kanaya asked slowly.
He froze.
Nobody answered her query.
“Wonderful.” she sighed. Rose was eying her butt again. Kanaya tried to summon some sort of scandalized indignation.
“We could hit Strider until he tells us.” Karkat sounded immensely pleased with the idea to the astonishment of exactly no one.
“Or we could check the Archives.” Rose offered haughtily. Everyone shivered and pretended they hadn't. Things lived in the Archives.
“We could acquire the assistance of Tavros Nitram.” Kanaya put in, hesitant.
Sollux wandered over to his computer with a long-suffering expression and started pecking at the keyboard. Everybody ignored him in favor of the prospect of a spectacular argument.
Half a minute of pointless bickering later Sollux huffed and leaned back from his computer screen.
“You guyth are thtupid and dumb and altho thtupid. Ith right here.”
Karkat crowded up behind him and Kanaya watched Rose measure the distance between the two with a certain diabolical pleasure. She groaned and put her head in her hands.
“Field trip!” Rose chirped.