> BLUEKAT: 8E THE CRIPPLE

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU.
Setting: Infirmary
Format: I'm gonna go brackets, because I'm lazy.
Summary: Karkat's still healing from Vriska's attack, and now he's feeling even more paranoid than usual.
Warnings: Karkat's paranoia is also pretty crippling, give him a minute to calm down

[Being in the infirmary for a week has really done a number on Karkat's psyche. Truthfully, sitting still for this long is really starting to get old, but considering the hospital staff won't talk to him, he's unbelievably afraid of getting up and walking around. So he simply stays, staring like a zombie at the ceiling, pupils slightly shrunken into their sockets.

He has to get out of here. What if Vriska snaps again? Or worse, what if Terezi snaps? WHAT IF THE WHOLE TOWER WANTS HIM DEAD, WHY THE FUCK IS HE STILL HERE.......

Pull it together, Karkat, you're being a nooksucking idiot. Keep calm and lay still.]

Comments

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I am only telling the truth!

[What a liar.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

C'mon, you can't lie like that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins.]

Are you going to try to woo me from your hospital bed?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Scoffing.]

Well I don't know, bloody bandages and broken arms aren't really in season this year. Or are you into that kind of thing?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Now she's laughing.]

Nope! Sorry.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Wait, don't tell me. I know you're the Seer here, but give me a second.

[Rubbing his chin, feigning a thoughtful pose before snapping a finger in her direction.]

It's the blueberries, isn't it? Gonna be honest, pretty glad you're not into the whole kicking-my-ass thing. I'm not a purrbeast, I got one life on me.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She's raising her eyebrows.]

I think you are flattering yourself! Blueberries are okay, but there are much better colors.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

How do you know? Only blueberries you've bothered with, you hate.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[SQUINTING. WHAT IS HE IMPLYING.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Raising an eyebrow. COME ON, IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS TEREZI...but he's not going to react other than that.]

What?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Pffft!]

We went on a date once, remember? I was not impressed!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[GEE THANKS, ITS NOT LIKE HE DIDN'T TAKE THE PAIN OF STITCHES WITHOUT ANTISEPTIC OR ANYTHING FOR YOU.

He doesn't let it show, but that stung. A little.]

Yeah well, all points considered, your choice of venue wasn't all that spectacular either.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She's giggling again.]

What do you suggest, then?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Something that doesn't end in stabbings. [Pause.] Once I can walk again, maybe.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head, grinning.]

Who said that was an invitation?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

You did by inviting the challenge.

[Looking down the bridge of his nose.]

I can understand if I'm a little too much for you, though.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She lets out a scoff.]

Who said that?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Then what have you got to lose?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Fine! I had better be impressed.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Don't blame me if this fucking tower fucks it up again.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins.]

I am sure you can overcome something as trivial as that.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah...

[He finally lets his head hit the pillow again, because holy shit staying in that position for a long time hurts. Ceiling is not nearly as interesting.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Nothing is as interesting as she is, tbh. She pokes at his cheek.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

What?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

What? I'm not allowed to touch you now? Jeez, you really are heartless!