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Characters: Terezi and Bluekat!
Setting: Wandering around the tower?
Format: Action!
Summary: Hideous date? Thing?
Warnings: This will probably devolve into chaos.

[Thief of Heart? Pretty much the stupidest title Terezi has ever heard in her entire life. Ever. And there is no way he can make this a decent date. He might have fancy blue blood, but he's still Karkat, right?

Right.

She is so not ready to be wooed.]

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[When he feels Terezi get ripped away from him, there is an audible gasp from him and a 'thud' as he hits the ground after being shoved aside.]

Terez--NO NO NO FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

[There is audible screaming as he's dragged straight back toward the other side of the room, nails clawing for anything he can reach, be it the hand on his ankle or the walls or the floor.

When he's deposited back into the light, he scrambles backwards until he comes in contact with the wall of the staircase, pupils shrunk into the back of his eyes, lungs expanding and collapsing far too fast to be healthy.

His grip is white-knuckle against the stairs, and Karkat will now busy himself with trying to steady his breathing.]

[So much for Karkat being a wriggler. Terezi is gasping for breath herself, and her first instinct is to grab for him again, to make sure he's there, to make sure that thing didn't drag him off somewhere else.

She finds his arm and holds on tight. She doesn't bother to steady her breathing, and when she speaks, her voice comes out much higher and shakier than usual.]

Karkat?

[Still hyperventilating, but when her grip finds him, he finds her right back. There's no speech from him right away and his hand automatically finds his own throat.

Strangely enough, the gesture seems to comfort him. A brief shudder runs down his spine, but after that, he can look at her with a normal (though still very uneasy) expression.]

What the fuck...

[She stumbles to her feet, practically yanking on his arm as she backs towards the stairs.]

I don't like this floor. Let's go.

[Yup, fearless legislacerator Terezi is practically pleading.]

[No need to ask him twice. He doesn't take his eyes off the room, as if he's afraid something will leap out toward them.]

Y-yeah. Not much of a fan myself--

[His breathing is still heavy, his hands are shaking, and there is likely a fresher scent of blueberries where Terezi is concerned. He has made absolutely certain not to be overly emotional here, but he couldn't stop the initial glaze of fear over his eyes.]

[She leads him up the stairs, her grip only relaxing when they're completely in the light.]

Let's go back to the fourth floor.

[Where it's nice and bright and things don't grab them.]

[No words this time, just a nod that he doesn't realize she can't see. He lets himself be carted downwards, never following too far away as he tries unsuccessfully to Calm The Fuck Down.

Once they reach the room, however, he's managed to at least get his breathing under control.]

[Terezi's heart is still hammering in her chest, but she's doing her best to ignore it. She's totally okay. Totally cool.]

Are you okay?

[Nope.]

Huh? Yeah. Totally. Yup.

[And then Karkat just...presses the heel of his palm into his forehead. He knows she doesn't like lies, but he really doesn't want to talk about it.]

[She plops down on one of the couches and pulls her knees to her chest. She's giving him a Look. At least like this, though, where everything smells bright and open, she can calm down.]

You're lying.

[There's a pause. She shifts awkwardly]

I'm sorry. I should have listened to you.

[He just...stands and stares at her. There's no point in confirming or denying the first half of her statement.

But now he feels uncomfortable trying to comfort her, especially since he can't even comfort himself.

Bad highblood, worst troll.]

...don't worry about it.

[She frowns and scoots over, patting the cushion beside her.]

Sit down at least.

[He looks between her and the spot dubiously before plopping down with a soft sigh.]

That was stupid.

[She nods, tracing the stitching on her cushion with her fingers.]

I didn't smell anything, though. Or hear anything moving. It was just that stupid laughing, and then...

[A rough swallow. His arms are folded tightly to his chest.]

Yeah. Me either.

[She's silent for a moment, then leans over and tries to tug his arms away from his chest.]

So we just won't go up there again!

[There's heavy resistance from him initially, but eventually his arms go limp in her grip.]

Good.

[Slightly awkward. She frowns.]

So... What do you want to do?

Couch is good.

[He sits there in silence for a second before lifting one arm to take her hand in his. Its a bit clammy to the touch, but he's stopped shaking at least.]

[She tilts her head, considering him for a moment. Sure, that room was pretty freaky, but they weren't hurt. Is he just as jumpy as her Karkat is? Terezi gives his hand an automatic squeeze and snuggles into the back of the couch.]

What's wrong?

[In fact, he is. But the difference between him and Redkat is that he bottles it tightly beneath stoicism. So aside from the glance of acknowledgement, all Terezi receives is a polite:]

Nothing.

[That might even be more irritating. She scoffs.]

Fine, whatever, just lie.

[That's a dig, but he doesn't come forth with the information. Instead, he moves to take his hand back because awkward...]

[Not so much a dig as her frustration finally getting the better of her. She's been dealing with this stupid "NEVER TALK ABOUT ANYTHING EVER" attitude for six hundred hours now, and even though her Karkat did it out of some weird delusion of what a leader is supposed to be and unparalleled self-hatred, it's still the same shit. Terezi doesn't try to stop him from pulling his hand away, she simply crosses her arms and falls silent.]

[Sorry Terezi, Karkat is still cagey Karkat. After a few moments of this, he speaks again.]

Has anyone told you what the deal with this Tower is?