Open like a bar on a friday night

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bluekat, Terezi, and YOU AND YOU AND YOU
Setting: Dormitory hallways
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Karkat is half-losing his mind hearing the voices of people that shouldn't be there, and Terezi's barely helping the situation.
Warnings: One possibly loud cerulean blood.

[Karkat is really not ok with this. Any of this.

Terezi's company was enough to keep him from Utterly Flipping His Shit like he had upon meeting her in the halls, but it wasn't entirely comforting (especially with that blue smear on her outfit). Chances are anyone in the hallways will hear him before they actually spot the pair of them.]

Look, I'm not saying that other shit isn't possible, but it's the most obvious fucking explanation, ok? I feel like I'm sleepwalking here -- like if I trip hard enough, I'll tumble into some proverbial abyss with sharp rocks at the bottom. Maybe some weird symbolism following me on the way down!

All I'm saying is that this is way too fucking creepy to be real life. Period. Done. Finite.

Comments

[tortileghostwriter]

[Yeah, he'll cut the shit for now.]

I was more referring to our timeline, not the over-represented aberration that continues rearing its head.

[If he's cognizant of that referring to present company, he doesn't acknowledge it.]

Hah. Strider may not share my penchant for loquaciousness, but he's quite arrogant and obnoxious. I can't say I'd place much stock in where you get your information, Pyrope.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Nope. This chick is the only one I've seen since I woke up.

[Side-glancing to Terezi.]

Strider, huh? The Strider I know is a fuckwad too. So I doubt you, Pyrope.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She wrinkles her nose and elbows Karkat in the side.]

Jegus, is it too much to ask for a version of you that knows how to treat the ladies?

[BUT BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF DAVE.]

Maaaaybe. But cool kids are allowed to be arrogant!