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[cancerousnubs]

Characters: Karkat and you guys
Setting: Halls, headed towards his room to dump off a bloody shirt; set immediately after this thread.
Format: Action brackets
Summary: Karkat is covered in blood! It's not his own, though. Bother him in the hall!
Warnings: Blood, Karkat.

[And here's our Knight now, just now picking himself back up off of the floor where he slipped and fell like a dumbass. Speed walking towards his room and hoping no one sees him like this: covered in red blood. A monster's red blood, but all the same, it's not a color he wants on himself. Specifically, there's a large splatter over the front of his sweater and some smeared on his face where he tried to wipe it off.

Next time, the damn newbies can defend themselves.]

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[scalemate]

[Blink.

Oh. Imp blood. She grins.]

Jegus, no need to be so forward!

[cancerousnubs]

[Mixed in with a little of his own nosebleed BUT HE'S NOT TELLING HER THAT.

She can stop that grinning any time, also.]

Fuck you, you're not allowed to smell me change either. All shirtless-Karkat-smelling rights are hereby revoked.

[IS SHE WALKING WITH HIM? Because he's walking again now.]

[scalemate]

[YES SHE IS, with her usual shark-like grin in place.]

Jegus, I just wanted to make sure my fearless leader was safe!

[cancerousnubs]

Uh-huh, tell it to his Honorable Tyranny.

[He appreciates her concern dearly, yes he does.]

[scalemate]

His Honorable Tyranny wouldn't care, stupid.

[Still following yup yup yup.]

[cancerousnubs]

[They're on the dorm floor with his block on it already gosh he walks fast when he's being tailed by a blind girl playing puppy.]

You're right, we'd both hang for making such a big fucking deal out of it--

[Oh look, his door. Who needs to knock, he's just barging in.

Looks like everyone's gone, though.]

[scalemate]

[She follows him inside, plopping down on one of the beds, and grins at him.]

Want me to cover my eyes?

[cancerousnubs]

[Woman he will fight you for his privacy when he needs it.]

Yes, please, my prudent lifestyle and your useless ogling eyes can never meet. By which I mean HA HA, very funny.

[He rummages through his trunk, growing frustrated when he finds pants and other garments but no other shirt.]

Oh my god please tell me I have a clean shirt somewhere.

[scalemate]

[She's totally giggling.]

Oh, no! Whatever will you do?

[cancerousnubs]

Be the dumbass wearing pants on his head I guess.

[I wasn't kidding when I talked about this.]

[scalemate]

[As tempted as she is to allow this...]

You can wear one of my shirts!