You could have slept soundly in your bed, dear.

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Characters: Karkat and the rest of you~
Setting: The lounge, backdated to July 30th.
Format: I will match you!
Summary: Karkat's been fighting sleep for 15 days. Thanks to the tower, he can't fight it anymore.
Warnings: Language and death are things that are guaranteed to happen eventually!

Karkat was well beyond coherent thinking at this point. Something had gotten into him, something he wasn't used to at all. He'd never felt so incredibly exhausted in his entire worthless life. All six sweeps of it. He'd been doing so well too, only managing to pass out once recently in the veil when a certain someone decided to go saw-happy on another poor troll's legs. He'd never be able to block out that memory unfortunately, even now as he literally faded away.

He shouldn't have tried to stand up from the couch in the lounge he'd been resting on, because that attempt ended in vain when he merely fell forward onto his face.

Doof.

God fucking damn it, his body would respond to him if it was the last thing he could manage, but as it stood, he couldn't even lift his face off of the floor.

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Vriska was wandering around the tower like she usually did when she got restless, which was most of the time because she couldn't do anything here. Jack was out there somewhere and she couldn't go after him in this stupid place. She almost wished he'd show up here so she could finally deal with him.

Not to mention John wasn't here, and she was growing ever frustrated with the fact. Two of the other humans were here, but no sign of her human. Surely he couldn't be dead, he was God Tier. There was no way- Her thoughts were interrupted as she almost tripped over the prone figure on the ground.

She looked down, ready to insult whichever stupid human had gotten in her way when she noticed the familiar horns. Oh, this was just too much. A grin slid across her face, and she nudged him in the side repeatedly.

"Haha, what's this? Vantas, you look almost as pathetic now as you did when you passed out in the Veil."

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Karkat growled at the person happily nudging her foot in his side, wishing he could legitimately scream out his displeasure. The most he could manage to do, with great effort, was swat his hand at her foot weakly. His own weakness sickened him.

"Fuck off, Serket." He breathed out, sounding quite obviously drained of all his usual ornery energy. But fuck, really, this bitch was the last person he wanted to see him weak and basically defenseless.

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"Can't get up? How lame! You know, maybe if you stopped trying to stay up all the time, you wouldn't end up in such totally sad situations. Jegus, it's not like we're in the Veil anymore."

Vriska didn't stop nudging him for another few minutes before she leaned down to eye him.

"Soooooooo, how long has it been since our brave and fearless leader slept?"