She's tall! And I just assumed anyone walking out was going to be her, so sue me, I panicked. And people don't have to be men to be bald, apparently it's a big fashion trend at the moment. Like that Halsey chick.
[ stop referencing pop acts.
while saying all this, he'll grab their stockpile of confetti so he can start putting it in. ]
Who was roughly the same height as our target! So sue me!
[ he examines the amount of confetti they have and the size of the cannons. ]
If we want to make it seem more explosive we could have more. And Halsey's the one who's like... 'we are the new Americana, something something, Nirvana'...
[ he will hurriedly put the finishing touches on his own cannon, just in case this time it actually really is grell and not just some random person who is most definitely not halsey. ]
[here she comes, their unaware target. work's over, and she wants nothing more than to drop by A Good Bean and make sad eyes at one of the workers (hopefully Kiyo) until they don't judge her for needing coffee after four in the afternoon. her hair's bothering her, and Grell reaches up to pull it out of its ponytail, letting bright red (and certainly not bald) fall down, her bag over her arms.
she is, by all accounts, completely relaxed. not even looking for two troublemaking teens.]
karkat will signal to emil once he's sure it's the intended prankee. he actually almost opens his mouth to actually say something, but realizes at the last second that that she could probably overhear them at this point which would ruin the whole thing.
instead, he'll just nod while looking at emil. let's do this and try not to die, pal. ]
[suddenly everything is bright and loud and things are being shot off that she didn't expect, so she throws her arms up in front of her face while she shrieks - it will not save her hair, but it's reflex - the surprise having fully succeeded.]
[ he fumbles with the thrown cannon, since he's still holding his own, and that's a few seconds of karkat just standing there, trying not to drop anything.
he looks up to see emil running away. welp. ]
Uhhhh. Bingo.
[ he figures that's a good enough explanation maybe before he goes to run after emil. ]
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[ the buildings are blocking the sun, shut the fuck up karkat.
he'll take it from emil though, very clearly still grumping. ]
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Don't give me a heart attack for that!
[ Okay, this one goes a lot smoother than the last. ]
Okay, now we just have to fill the cannons up. Do you want to do that?
[ EMIL HAS BEEN TOLD HE IS RATHER CLUMSY ]
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[ stop referencing pop acts.
while saying all this, he'll grab their stockpile of confetti so he can start putting it in. ]
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[ He probably knows all of Halsey's songs. ]
Did we make enough confetti?
[ He furiously punches more with his hole punch ]
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[ he examines the amount of confetti they have and the size of the cannons. ]
If we want to make it seem more explosive we could have more. And Halsey's the one who's like... 'we are the new Americana, something something, Nirvana'...
[ he sure did just butcher that song. ]
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--Wait.
Do you mean, ♪ we are the new Americana... high on legal marijuana... raised on Biggie and Nirvana ♪ ...
[ He even does the thing where his voice goes up on the ending "a" part. ]
--That one?
[ Still stuffing these canons ]
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[ he just, you know, skipped like the entire line so no, it was nothing like what he just said. ]
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Wait wait, hold on, I'm putting the cap on.
[ He definitely thinks he hears someone... ]
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[ he will hurriedly put the finishing touches on his own cannon, just in case this time it actually really is grell and not just some random person who is most definitely not halsey. ]
pmed mira!
[ He ducks into a place by the door that will be hard to notice from a window... ]
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she is, by all accounts, completely relaxed. not even looking for two troublemaking teens.]
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karkat will signal to emil once he's sure it's the intended prankee. he actually almost opens his mouth to actually say something, but realizes at the last second that that she could probably overhear them at this point which would ruin the whole thing.
instead, he'll just nod while looking at emil. let's do this and try not to die, pal. ]
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SURPRISE!
[ POP! BANG! FLASH! ]
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What the fuck?!
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[ he wasn't entirely convinced the confetti cannons would even work properly, or that they'd manage to surprise her. good work, team.
...
now what. ]
Uhh.
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--Run.
[ He passes his cannon to Karkat and books it ]
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[the instant, angry mom tone may not reach Emil, but she can try. she's not going to destroy him, but she wants an explanation now.]
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he looks up to see emil running away. welp. ]
Uhhhh. Bingo.
[ he figures that's a good enough explanation maybe before he goes to run after emil. ]
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--Sorry!!!!!
--YOU'RE NOT REALLY MAD, RIGHT??
[ No he is not stopping, sorry Karkat, if Grell is coming after them you're first ]