♋ 004

[papshooshing]

Characters: Karkat ( OU ) + 10 years and whoever
Setting: Variety of floors
Format: Action
Summary: Going through daily ritual and pondering over if leaning how to swim should be a thing or not.
Warnings: Swearing. It's a given.



Floor 39

[ there are two things that Karkat has taken to doing over the last "years" he's spent in the Tower that involve this floor. one is running around that track and the other is beating the tar out of a punching bag. a troll has to keep in shape, especially considering what the Tower can throw at them. even though he can never become the Threshecutioner he had wanted to be as a wiggler, that doesn't mean Karkat Vantas is going to slouch around all day.

thus he can be found going through his training rituals. stretching before running. then tying up his knuckles real good before wailing away at that poor inanimate object. unlike the last time with Gamzee, Karkat isn't doing this to vent frustration and isn't going to keep going until his hands are swollen and knuckles beginning to bleed. nope. this is just par the course for this tiny, red eyed troll. ]



Floor 7

[ besides training and reading ridiculous amounts of books, dealing with psycho moirails, an ancestor that probably is starting to get dementia of sorts, and wanting to strangle an undead troll... Karkat has been giving thought to learning how to swim. Here he is 10 sweeps old ( though about 24 in human years if the math holds ), and he doesn't know how to. why should he? land trolls would be insane to try to d this in the oceans of Alternia. it's something that's just sort of stuck with him, but now? well why not? fish do it. humans do it. some of the other lifeforms in the Tower can do it. fuck, even wigglers can do it!

there is no reason Karkat Vantas cannot learn how to swim...

that's why he's sitting on the edge, pants curled up to his knees with his legs in the water. yeap. he's totally making this thing happen. ]

Comments

[disgracedvoid]

I haven't seen one in longer than you've been alive. Several dozen times the time you've been alive, matter of fact, but it was always a running joke among archeradicators that the only thing more stuck up than a threshecutioner was their uniform. I'm pretty sure regulation lapels sparkled.

[papshooshing]

There's absolutely nothing wrong with a little sparkle here and there.

[disgracedvoid]

[This look? This look is judging you.]

[papshooshing]

What?

[ no, seriously. there is NOTHING wrong with looking a little flashy, okay? ]

[disgracedvoid]

Should I expect you to leave a trail of glitter everywhere you go?

[papshooshing]

...Leave that shit to the Amporas. I'm not a Threshecutioner, after all.

[disgracedvoid]

I've seen stranger things, these days.

[papshooshing]

Unless I start leaking glitter from my waste chute, it's not going to happen.

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer grimaces a little.]

...what a delightfully crass mental image.

[papshooshing]

Would you rather I have said "shooting?" Because that's just a little repulsive, even to me.

[disgracedvoid]

I would rather we stopped talking about what comes out of your orifices all together.

[papshooshing]

Why? Does it make you want to sweat profusely or something?

[disgracedvoid]

[HOW DID YOU KNOW---oh right, descendant.]

Hardly. It just makes me question the sanity of your concupiscent quadrants.

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat starts to rub awkwardly at his neck... ]

Don't have any.

[disgracedvoid]

[Does he even need to say anything, really?]

[papshooshing]

Oh just shut up. I'm entirely too busy to quadrant hunt anyway. Being a moirail to that indigo is a full time position at the lousiest, most run down junk food distributor facility ever.

[disgracedvoid]

And for all you complain, you can only blame yourself for it.

[Sympathy, KK, you ain't getting any here.]

[papshooshing]

Not really? Don't get me wrong, I love him and all. It's also true that without a pale arrangement, we would've all been dead.

[disgracedvoid]

So don't complain about it.

[It's that easy! Really!]