Karkat followed Kurloz back to the lounge, in generally a much better mood.
Kurloz slumped back into his seat, sighing some. He reached under the table, sliding out a duffel bag. He opened the zipper, to reveal what must have been thousands of bills.
Karkat’s eyes widened. “... Holy s**t, you just have that lying around?”
Kurloz glanced up at him, rolling his eyes slightly. ‘NOT USUALLY. JUST CAME IN FROM A GROUP OF MY DEALERS. GONNA COUNT IT UP, PUT IT IN THE SAFE, AND CALL IT A NIGHT.’
Karkat stared down at it. “Why does your dad even work at the school, if you can rake that in so easily?”
‘IT’S A HOBBY OF HIS. MOTHERFUCKER LIKES BEING IN CONTROL OF s**t. PLUS, IT GIVES SOME GOOD LEVERAGE TO ENEMIES AND ALLIES IF HE’S AROUND THEIR KIDS ALL THE TIME. ALSO, HE SPENDS HIS ENTIRE SALARY
