Karkat Vantas ♋ ( carcinoGeneticist ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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towerofanimus2012-12-10 04:55 pm
papshooshing) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-10 04:55 pm
Entry tags:
♋ 002
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. ]
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[ oooh moirail. Karkat is now having to fight the urge to drag that troll down with him and just snuggle. Gamzee has stepped into a dangerous place, considering that a sick troll will naturally want to be with his redder quadrants. right? well Karkat doesn't know if that's completely right, but he does know that latching onto the messy troll will soothe his stomach and nerves. ]
Gam, just leave. I don't want you catching this.
[ oh but his face and the strain on his voice tells a different story, doesn't it? ]
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[He said flatly, tapping a few fingers on the back of the couch before vaulting over it and landing his bony ass down somewhere on Karkat's legs. The motion was as graceful as it could be, given the one executing it. If he was good at just one thing, it would be awkward stunts like that. Just because it was graceful, though, didn't mean it wasn't probably painful for the receiving end. Jumping on a sick person was the best course of action, right?]
Get down and fuckin' nasty sick at all the motherfucking time anyway. At least now I be havin' a good reason on it.
[It was true. Gamzee's lack of anything nutritious in his diet and general deficiency of any common sense when it came to sanitation had left his immune system laughably weak. He was always coming down with something or other, ever since he was small. Another cold wouldn't faze him, especially if he caught it taking care of his moirail. A small price to pay if it meant he could at least attempt to return everything Karkat had done for him.]
[He was still feeling pretty crabby, but the sight of a pathetic Karkat wrapped in blankets with snot running down his face was trying the resolve of that emotion.]
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Oh my god. You're such a disaster.
[ it is worrying that Gamzee is going to linger, even if this is the one person that Karkat is more than okay with being all sickly with. he just feels bad, knowing Gamzee is all right with catching whatever he has. then again, if roles had been reversed. okay... so maybe he can't be too upset. Gamzee is just trying to do some pale things. Karkat can be okay with that...
like stupidly grinning okay with that. ]
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Brother, I motherfuckin' think all that your pan maybe was up and gettin' flip-flopped when you was a fucking wiggler or some shit. You all frowny when you supposed to be smiley and smiley whens you all fuckin' supposed to be frowny.
[He wiggled his ass a little to fall more comfortably behind the bend of Karkat's knees and against the couch. His skinny legs threw themselves up and over the rest of Karkat to dangle off the front of the couch. He couldn't help a smile at the sight, though. Grinning Karkat was a rare thing to behold.]
The fuck you all happyfangs for with a maw full of motherfuckin' snot, dog?
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[ he snorts, which is a bad idea. Karkat grabs for his tissues and blows his nose. snuffling just a bit more, he tucks the fallen soldier into that bag with the slowly growing army. groaning and clearing his throat, Karkat just shrugs.
hey, at least he is admitting to Gamzee that he is sick. ]
It's probably because you're being a stubborn ass and sticking with me.
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[As Karkat tried to work through that slaughtering of the English language, Gamzee threw his arm over the back of the couch, pressing the toe of one of his sneakers to the heel of the other and attempting to pry it off of his foot. He flung his leg and foot around trying to work the purple hi-top loose.]
You know I be always raggin' the fuck after your motherfuckin' nubs like some trampy-ass motherfucking barkbeast. The fuck get it wedged at your pan what a little sickness being all something what's gonna deter me from fuckin' such a lavish lifestyle as what that all is?
[He laughed to himself, rubbing at Karkat's lower legs with the arm that wasn't haphazardly hanging off the back of the couch.]
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[ Karkat makes himself more comfortable. if Gamzee keeps up that rubbing, Karkat just might find himself asleep. moirails work better than white noise in the background. truthfully, Karkat is feeling a little better, even if that's only in his head. his joints are aching just a touch, but he's going to contribute that to Gamzee and not this illness. because this illness does not have that severe of a hold on him. he will not let it. ]
Wouldn't call this lavish either.
[ but then his peace is interrupted by a coughing fit. ]
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[A honk or two were uttered in surprise at the sudden cacophony before Gamzee scrambled from out behind Karkat's legs, flipping himself frantically until he was sitting on the front edge of the couch cushions, eyes wide and holding his arms in mid-air in front of him, like he wanted to do something, but had absolutely no fucking clue what.]
Bro...! You okay!?
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[ it's more of a croak than anything, but he is sitting up. grabbing for his water, Karkat chug a little. with an exhausted groan, he leans back against the couch.
the sight of Gamzee like that IS kind of funny. ]
Gamzee. Relax.
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You know what all was motherfuckin' getting me through some harsh bouts of fuckin' sickness? Wasn't no motherfucking water, yo.
[He put a finger to his chin thoughtfully.]
Think I may got some still up in the old motherfuckin' trunk, now that I be thinkin' on it.
/touches it
[ because he kind of is... ]
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[He chirped excitedly, moroseness forgotten and now completely focused on fixing up his ailing moirail. Gamzee practically leapt from the couch, staring down at pathetic Karkat for a moment.]
You ain't gonna kick the fuckin' shit all on a brother if he run up to fetch a few things, right?
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What? No. You'll be right back, right?
[ hopeful tone is hopeful. ]
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[His exuberance faltered for a second, but his smile did not. In fact, he tried even harder to make his expression reassuring, rocking on the balls of his feet and pressing all of his fingertips together idly.]
'Course I all fuckin' will, brother! Ain't much like a bro to all fuckin' be leavin' his bestest of other bros all sick and shit by his motherfucking own, you know?
[Gamzee occasionally forgot, sure. His mind liked to drift along to other things without a proper way back to something he should have been remembering, but it wasn't the same as deliberately leaving someone behind. Gamzee would... never do that. ...Right?]
[He took off up the stairs. Being unhindered by sopor, it was a quicker trip than it could have been. He was gone for about twenty minutes. Definitely longer than it should have taken, but that wasn't because Gamzee had gotten distracted. In fact, it was anything but. When he returned to Karkat's couch cocoon, it was with a deep bowl, filled almost to the brim with red, steaming liquid.]
[Plopping that bony ass unceremoniously onto Karkat's stomach, Gamzee held the concoction in front of the boy's face.]
Big fuckin' gulps, best friend.