ra duties <3
Karkat’s new status as an RA means he has an entire two-person dorm to himself. He doesn’t have to worry about walking in on a roommate having sex or existing. There’s no shower schedule or leftover dishes he didn’t eat off of, or any of the issues that come with living with a randomly assigned person. Karkat’s trying to be the best RA he can be, whether that be listening to complaints, supplying his residents with condoms and other accessories, hosting the best floor meetings and scheduling group Avatar watch nights, or even just staying 100% out of their way when subtly requested.
He supposes he could be less lenient, but he isn’t going to be a giant asshole hypocrite for busting residents having alcohol when he drinks in his own dorm. Plus, most of them are upperclassmen this year and have already been harassed by past RAs, so he doesn't want to just be another write-off dickhead RA. He tries his hardest to pretend like he doesn’t notice dorm parties unless it is particularly obscene, or unless he was invited, which, yes, really did happen last semester. The host was probably trying to be nice, he hoped, but when he knocked on the door of the party to check it out, a kid with a shirt that read “security” answered and immediately recognized Karkat. His face went ghostly white and began stammering excuses. Katkat hinted that he should let the host know that maybe next time, don’t invite your RA after the invite says BYOB.
“Y’know, the last letter of the acronym could stand for Books,” Security said, and grabbed a textbook from a backpack near the door, frantically flipping it open, and attempting to read the textbook from upside down.Karkat pinched the bridge of his nose and pretended not to see the strip LEDs flashing rapidly in the background and turned to go back to his dorm.
Later that night he wanted to figure out which dumbass it was as security.
KV: WERE ANY OF YOU AT A DORM ROOM PARTY LAST NIGHT?
DS: uh oh mr snitch bitch is tryna get the inside scoop
DS: but no
JH: nope, i heard them until about 3 am >:(
KV: THE BRAINLESS DUMB FUCK STANDING AT THE DOOR TRIED TO TELL ME BYOB COULD STAND FOR BRING YOUR OWN BOOKS.
KV: FOLLOWING THAT HE PRETENDED TO READ AN ANTHROPOLOGY TEXTBOOK UPSIDE DOWN WHILE HE WAS CLEARLY BLACKOUT DRUNK.
JE: jesus christ lol. i’m not sure who that could be but that’s awful.
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The second semester of Karkat’s sophomore year was coming to an end with finals being in two weeks. He was taking a lighter load this semester with some online classes alongside his in-person ones. In reality, none of it was really “light.” He just liked to call it that to boost his ego.
Students have about three more weeks before move out day. Being the thoughtful RA he is, and knowing the Barnes and Noble down the street can reserve empty shipment boxes for students if an employee is asked nicely, Karkat finds joy out of helping his residents. And being nice to the cute cafe cashier in the store.
Karkat picked up his phone to text Terezi to see how she’s doing. He tries to stay updated with her as much as possible, but she is often swamped with assignments to talk like they used to. Also, the time difference makes things a little difficult. She’s in Oregon and he’s never left New Jersey, so the three hour gap typically means they can’t talk until about nine at night when all her classes are over.
“WHAT DAY ARE YOUR FINALS OVER?” he sent, not expecting a reply for some time. He was planning on going home for the summer break, although he could technically stay in his dorm until the next semester. He already talked to his grandmother about having friends stay at their house for a week or two. He hasn’t seen Terezi since she moved to the west coast, and he wants her to meet his new friends. Karkat did rope her into their groupchat, but being together in person would be so much better. Plus, they would be in their hometown again, and the two have changed enough to not be recognized by the locals and high school classmates.