♋ 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]

You're definitely not trampy. Maybe scruffy at best.

[ 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. ]

[hystericull]

[The coughing breaks Gamzee out of whatever fantasy he might have had that Karkat was a cute little sniveling grub, and kicked him upside the head with "he's sick, you mentally-defunct asshole".]

[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!?

[papshooshing]

Yeah...

[ 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.

also random

[hystericull]

[Nah. He wanted to help! As Karkat's coughing slowed, Gamzee's arms fell back down, patting the boy's knee reassuringly.]

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

[papshooshing]

Should I be worried?

[ because he kind of is... ]

[hystericull]

Not no fuckin' more you all motherfucking shouldn't!

[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?

[papshooshing]

[ there's some shifting and moving. Karkat squirms so he can watch his moirail... ]

What? No. You'll be right back, right?

[ hopeful tone is hopeful. ]

[hystericull]

Mmn.

[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.