♋ 002

[papshooshing]

Characters: Karkat Vantas ( OU ) and any lovely people willing
Setting: Media room!
Format: Action spam
Summary: Best way to nurse anything is by sitting down in front of a movie, huddled in a blanket, right? Well of course that's right.
Warnings: Swearing should be standard by now, right?


[ curled up on a couch is one Karkat Vantas, blanket around him like a cocoon and stiffing every few minutes. he had started to feel a little tired and drippy around the nose area a bit ago. honestly, even though he had told Feferi the other day to stay in her room, he doesn't feel safe in his own. something about sharing that small of space with those humanoids just rubs him the wrong way. it's not like he's going to ask Gamzee if he can tuck into that recuperacoon of his either...

so there's really only one other option and he's taking it. taking the entire couch, that is. some romcom is playing on the screen. Karkat even has his collar pulled over his mouth, just to keep the air from being contaminated. one side of him sets a water filled bottle. the other has a box of tissues and a bag to toss them into.

honest to god he's just playing a movie to fall asleep to. he definitely needs it. ]

Comments

[papshooshing]

Thank you, Eridan, for one of your most keen observations...

[ he punctuates his statement with a cough, shifting around a little more to keep only his head popping out of the blanket. ]

You'll catch it if you stick around.

[chronomancer]

You know me, Kar, I live to serve.

[He shifts a little until his head is pillowed on the edge of the couch and his back is bent in a vaguely uncomfortable-looking way, with his arms folded over his chest and his legs pulled up so he's half curled, half sprawled. And wow, Eridan, you don't know how to handle the floor, go sit on a chair, god.]

Nah. I'll be fine provided you're a good fucking friend and don't puke on me or something.

[papshooshing]

Oh yeah? Looks like you got a strand of puke permanently streaked in your hair as is. I don't think I could make it any worse...

[ Karkat groans after the next two seconds, sneezing into a tissue. Eridan's position on the floor is eating at him. ]

Get on the couch, fucktard. Just looking at you is making me squirm uncomfortably.

[chronomancer]

...will you people leave my fucking hair alone?

[It's a question aimed at the ceiling, rather than Karkat. It's like this week everyone and their mother has had something to say about his hair.]

Hmm? Nah, it's okay, this is pretty comfortable.

[The sad thing is that he means it.]

[papshooshing]

You're making my head worse just by looking at you and your shifty-ness.

[ that's an actual word, shut up. ]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan lolls his head back in a way that would usually imply a broken neck from normal non-noodle people, and stares at Karkat for a bit. Rly?]

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat glares and flicks a horn. TAKE THAT.

don't make fun of him. ]

[chronomancer]

Ow, okay!

[Have a dirty look to end all dirty looks.]

Fuck, just, pull your feet up a little.

[Muttering about bossy, crabby trolls.]

[papshooshing]

Don't gimme that. You were asking for it.

[ but Karkat is squirming around to make room for his non fishy troll friend.

yeah... the ability to think clearly is starting to sliiiiightly depart. ]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan squeezes into a corner with relative ease, not at all comforted by the extra warmth, shut up, and proceeds to curl up in place.]

Of course I was.

[Is he patting your ankle in a condescending manner? Yes, he is patting your ankle in a condescending manner.]

Can we now watch the movie without any more abused piled onto my person?

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat just pulls his blanket up and over to cover his face. with a groan. ]

I hate you so much right now.

[chronomancer]

No, you don't.

[This amount of utter confidence is disgusting. The good news is that most of it is fake anyway.]

[papshooshing]

You are a horrible troll and should feel bad for bothering the sick.

[chronomancer]

I'll guilt trip myself to death later, I promise.

[He pats Karkat's knee reassuringly.]

Now either hush or put me up to speed with this trainwreck.

[papshooshing]

[ with a huff, Karkat quiets. well, as much as he can anyway. there is just going to be the occasional sniff. a sneeze. maybe a cough here and there.

but at least he's comfy still. ]

[chronomancer]

[Hey, at least you're not alone. Being sick and alone sucks. Eridan isn't so quiet, himself, snickering here and there about this or that ridiculous plot twist, but at least he's trying to behave himself.]

[papshooshing]

[ it's a horrible movie, to be sure. cheap budget. lousy acting. bad scriptwriting. Karkat is starting to believe that humans are just not capable of making a decent movie to save their worthless souls. ]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan thought the same and then Rose Strider showed him the light. And Schindler's list. One day you too will find the cache of decent movies around, Karkat. One day.]

[papshooshing]

[ that day is not today. nope. Karkat is kind of half there anyway. not really paying too much attention anymore. just... halfway dozing. ]

[chronomancer]

[Goodnight, sweet prince. Eridan's here just for the warmth and the bad movies.

But if next time you wake up he's watching a horror flick, try not to freak out. Most of those are kind of like bad comedies for Eridan.]

[papshooshing]

[ he isn't going to freak out. but he will wake up. coughing and hacking. scrambling for that water. ]