[ Things have been a blur, lately. Empty. Nothing is happening - the town feels dead, and Royce doesn't have the energy or the desire to do anything other than just... exist. It's quieter, with just the two of them. Karkat's gone, and hasn't come back.
Most days, Royce doesn't even talk, other than grunts or hums of agreement, disagreement. If he's talked to, he answers, but he's mostly just silent, reading and re-reading the books he took from Karkat's bag. He practically has them memorized.
Two kids that he's lost. Three, maybe. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's another night of silence, Royce on the air mattress, staring down at the book in his hands without really absorbing any of the material. ]
Day 392; action
Most days, Royce doesn't even talk, other than grunts or hums of agreement, disagreement. If he's talked to, he answers, but he's mostly just silent, reading and re-reading the books he took from Karkat's bag. He practically has them memorized.
Two kids that he's lost. Three, maybe. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's another night of silence, Royce on the air mattress, staring down at the book in his hands without really absorbing any of the material. ]