> 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]

Good.

[WHAT A JERK.]

No, but I am fine! You aren't.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I lived, you didn't.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[SIIIGH.]

You are so stubborn.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

No, just being honest.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She pokes at him absentmindedly.]

What should I bring you tomorrow?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't need anything else. You've done enough.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Shh! What have they been feeding you?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Oatmeal.

[Making a face.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, aiming another swat at his head.]

I will bring you real food tomorrow!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Ok, that makes him perk up a bit.]

Yeah, let's go with that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

See? I am the best and you should be marveling at my generosity.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah, relax with that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Nope!

[She scoots closer, poking at his stomach.]

Maybe I will if you admit it.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He feels a surge of panic when her finger approaches his torso and promptly moves to slap it away.

And then promptly looks embarrassed. Stupid paranoia.]

...sorry. Couldn't help it.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

You are such a wriggler. How do I even put up with you?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

It's my ridiculous good looks and charming personality, obviously.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She considers this.]

No. Definitely not that.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[POUTING TBH.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Don't give me that look!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Nope, now he's going to be a brat and look away from her all scorned-like.]

Fine, whatever.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, trying to tug on a lock of his hair.]

You are so over dramatic.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Yes, he is, but since he's not looking at her, she manages to grab his hair which causes his eyes to widen in horror and his jaw to clench, but he's still not speaking!!!]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins, scooting a little closer and tugging a little harder.]

What's wrong, Mr. Charmer?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope FALLING DOWN ALL THESE NOPES. A strange, strangled noise starts in his throat.]

GO TO BED!!!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She is trying so, so hard not to laugh. She reaches her hand up to try to ruffle his hair.]