towerofanimus | [S] Karkat: Descend

Characters: Karkat Vantas [AU1] and his roommates
Setting: Room 01-12
Format: Either
Summary: Karkat is exceedingly finished with this Tower.
Warnings: tbd

[Its easily mid-day when Karkat bursts into the room. After being in the Tower for nearly a sweep, he had since adjusted to a more human sleep schedule, though to say he was a morning person would have been a stretch. When he enters the room, he's an absolute mess -- obviously something had managed to chase him back to the room as there was yet another slash of claws that had gone straight down to the skin of his left arm.

His lip was also bleeding, no doubt due to him biting it somewhere along the line with those hideous little spiderfangs of his. He's not quiet about his arrival, flinging his sickle to the foot of his bed with an angry flick, pulling his jacket off in one practiced fell swoop to throw that at his pillow. He doesn't even flinch when it pulls at the slice on his arm.]

I am so fucking sick of this shithole. I'm sick of these floors. I'm sick of these god damn windowlicking, sludgesniffing administrators who couldn't justify their way out of a wet brown paper holding recepticle. I. Hate. EVERYTHING.

[He then kicks open his trunk to dig for a change of clothes, momentarily ignoring any protests in regards to his volume.]

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As hard as time is to keep track of, I manage. Not to mention you live with me.

[Karkat turns back to his trunk to pull out the pilfered supplies from the infirmary and plops down on his bed to begin pulling it apart to fix his arm.]

Nothing different and unusual for this shithole. So yeah, I guess I've finally fucking had it.

[Its a bitter admission, one he accents by ripping into a piece of medical tape with his spider fangs. It doesn't help his mood. His eyes flick upward toward Jin, a little surprised that he had paused in whatever he was doing.]

Did you ever find out what left that knife in your postal delivery recepticle?

Then welcome to the club. Maybe Sayaka'll get you a jacket.

[Despite Karkat's ornery disposition, Jin was just smirking, though certainly not in a happy-go-lucky way.]

Nope. [He answered the question without missing a beat.] I already know it was Jason or Ruana-- but I guess the fresh blood might've meant he came right from Jason himself.

The mouthy blue haired human girl?

[He vaguely remembers her. He had fallen out of the few human relationships he had, shortly after every troll in the tower collectively lost their shit. Despite his description sounding a bit insulting, the tone of voice doesn't suggest resentment. Its just how he remembers her.]

I'm gonna need a new set of jackets as it stands.

Did you do anything with it?

That's the one. [Yep, that's his best friend and he's not even offended on her behalf. "Mouthy" was a pretty good descriptor.

Jin reached into his pocket, digging around for a few seconds before producing the scalpel again, holding it up by the handle, the dried blood still staining the blade.] It's just been sitting in my pocket ever since.

[He doesn't react quite as horribly this time. There's still an obvious wrinkle of his nose, because that color is just so weird. There's a small sympathy pain that stems from his arm and he's reminded that he came back here with an actual job to do.

He shrugs a little to get rid of the feeling and rolls his sleep up as high as he's able -- look at those gross spindly alien arms leaking cerulean everywhere. Delicious.]

Did you have a plan for it?

[He's trying to decide if he actually needs to stitch his arm, in which case, maybe it would be best to call Kanaya for this.]

[Jin makes a bit of a face in return, though his was more directed at all of that cerulean currently leaking out of his arm; not because he was perturbed by blood, but the fact that it was blue. Yeah, he still wasn't gonna get over that.]

If I finally get my way, I'm saving it to jam right back into their goddamn eye socket. Or at least as close to that as I can get.

[#alien roommate problems.]

Oh good, that was going to be my suggestion. Or underneath their talon beds. Whichever was easier.

[He wiggles his manicured claws at Jin for emphasis.]

[OK he has no idea what a talon bed is, but the gesture helps him deduct it soon enough without seeming like an idiot, and Jin even lets out a chortle.]

Sticking it in their hands might be a bit tricky. I just usually go for the face since it's an easier target. Though if it's Jason I guess it'd be fun to cripple his surgical abilities for a while.

[That makes Karkat grin a little.]

Sounds like the better option, if you ask me.

[He goes about trying to clean off the cerulean blood on his arm.]

Too bad he's got those fucking drones all around this shithole.

Tch. Drones. [He scoffed and leaned back once more, lying back down on his bed to stare at the ceiling with his arms folded behind his head.]

They're harmless if you ignore them. You can even hack 'em open if you really want, but there's not much point to it anymore.

I ain't worried about them when the shitsniffer isn't around.

[He falls quiet for a moment so he can rip the bandages with his teeth.]

No point in wasting my energy.

Well, what else y'gonna do with it?

{Half sarcastic, half actual question. Seriously, they'd been here the same amount of time, and...]

Not exactly much productivity to actually do most days in and out.

[Karkat secures the wrapping and throws the leftover over his shoulder carelessly, sitting down on his bed to stare down at the floor.]

I have a bunch of pickle-panned helpless morons to look after instead.

[Despite the fact that he sounds fairly exhausted when he says it, it appears to be an endearing statement.]

[He spared a moment to contemplate the literary undertones of "pickle-panned morons."]

What, so you're on babysitting duty? [Endearing statement or not, Jin's sounded like there was a laugh behind it.] Cute. You gonna let them learn to walk soon?

[S] Karkat: Descend

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