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towerofanimus2011-07-31 02:02 am
cancerousnubs.livejournal.com) wrote in towerofanimus2011-07-31 02:02 am
You could have slept soundly in your bed, dear.
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.
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.
They haven't seen each other yet right?
...fuck you.. they're..they're gonna grow...
I... don't think so?
Yah huh, sure. Then how come Tavros has giant horns! [she puts her hands out to show how big Tavros's horns are]
s'what I thought
Fuck Tavros' horns! [Oh, apparently he had a little energy left to sit up and shout--
before falling back down like a lump.]
:|b
That's a bad word.