> 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]

[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.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[A choked sort of growl of discontent comes from him when she ruffles his hair, sending a short glare in her direction.]

Are you done yet?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Now she's cracking up.]

You are so ridiculous!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Back off my fucking hair, Pyrope!

[Swatting at her hand with frustration.]

Do you know how hard that shit is to fix after waking up? Jegus.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Why do you have to fix it? You are just laying in bed all day!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Principal. Why would you even ask something like that?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

You are so weird.

[Her hands are still in his hair oops.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He can't hold down his tiny groan of discomfort, trying to dislodge her hands with a shake of his head.]

Terezi...

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She's just grinning. What a jerk.]

Yesss?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Let go of me.

[He's now perfectly stiff and frozen, afraid to move her hands one way or another to sway her decision.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Ask nicely!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I did.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Say "please"!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Fuck no.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Then I am not going to let go!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Who are you kidding? You obviously just can't get enough of me.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, tightening her grip on his hair.]

Yes, that is obviously it. You have seen right through me!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Now his paranoia is rising with his discomfort. WHAT IF SHE TRIES TO RIP IT OUT??? He's leaning into her hand to try and lessen the pressure, struggling to keep the whine out of his voice.]

Ok ok ok, not funny, just let go.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She fiiinally lets go, grinning all the while.]

You are such a baby.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Promptly leaning away and holding his hands over his hair nervously.]

Shut up.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, reaching for one of his hands, but not grabbing it.]

Make me.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Promptly backhanding said hand, eyes widening in terror.]

--I need a minute. Can you come back tomorrow or something?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Blinking...]

What? Why? What's wrong?