My roleplay replies have gotten super lengthy.

Like damn sonny

Amid an avalanche of sweet melancholy cologne, angsty teen awkwardness, and Charles Dickens, two stubby horns poked out. His pale grey face showing no emotion as he stared forward. Karkat never saw the real need to be in a hurry. His place was a dump. His friends were dicks. His brother was a dick. To top it off his roommate tries hitting on him whenever the opportunity strikes. Yes this was certainly a life worth living! Whatever. If only some type of miracle would skate by to drag him away from this. Unfortunately Mr. Vantas doesn't believe in things such as "miracles" or "clowns" or "Rollerblades". Yet one 60° turn to the right changed.... none of those thoughts. He stared at the figure passing him by with a slight co fusion as to WHAT THE FUCK IS HE WEARING?! "Holy fucking shit. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE???" Karkat shouted, dropping his books to the ground below. They made a loud thud, but that wasn't what got everyone's attention. It was his obnoxiously loud voice. "WHY IS THERE SO MUCH PAINT ON YOUR FACE?"

LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!

IT'S SO LONG