Cripplekat: Attempt to clim8 stairs.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Characters: romcomedian and YOU
Setting: The Stairwell
Format: I'll match.
Summary: Karkat is fucking tired of laying around in bed after nearly a month -- not quite fully healed, he's venturing out to try and get to the library. And its taking a longass time.
Warnings: Usual Bluekat warnings.

Karkat extremely done with being pinned to a hospital bed feeling like shit. Thankfully, the horrible paranoia finally subsided long enough for him to pull himself forcefully out of his bed to wander out of the infirmary. Every one of his limbs was extremely stiff, as he hadn't gotten out of bed without help since his arrival. Now he knows why.

Cripple or not, Karkat has an image to keep. He's not going to take the time to shrug his dress shirt on, but he pulls his jacket off the coat rack to cover up the bandages still wrapped around his torso. His arm remained in the cast, but the sling had been disposed of a few days ago.

There was no way to fix his hair, so his hand would have to do until he could locate a fucking comb or something. At least he didn't look like a complete frump. At least not until he started to try and climb the stairs. He would only reach the next floor up before he started to run out of breath.

Stupid spiderbitch and her stupid problems fucking up his physical health.

Comments

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Terezi is pretty confused when she catches Karkat's scent. She's pretty sure he's still supposed to be in the infirmary, and she's positive he's not supposed to be climbing the stairs. It doesn't take much to catch up with him, and she reaches for his good arm.]

What are you doing?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Guess who just jumped five feet in the air?]

Holy fuck, can you give me a warning or something?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

That wouldn't be as fun!

[She grins, giving his arm a tug.]

Why are you out of bed?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Tugging his arm back, scowling.]

Can't a guy take a leisurely walk?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She rocks back on her heels, tilting her head.]

Nope! You owe me a date, remember?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right. What are we doing -- fishing, wandering, getting stabbed by random horrorterrors?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I don't know! Impress me.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Karkat gives her a look for a few moments before taking a step down (carefully) to cement himself under her arm and between the wall.]

Alright. Lets go then.

[...its slow going, but he'll be leading her to the game room.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, allowing herself to be led. Slowly.]

Did they let you out of the infirmary or did you sneak out?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Grunting.]

Does it matter? Out is out.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[He is getting such a Look.]

Jeez, some date you are!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Giving her a Look right back.]

...I snuck out.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I thought so! You are so terrible.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm a monster.

[Hard to tell whether or not he means that -- he's covering it up by picking at his teeth with his pinky.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[...Dude, she can hear that.]

You are losing points!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[STOP. EYEROLLING!!!!!!!! Also snapping his hand down guiltily.]

Who's keeping score?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Me! I thought you were supposed to be proving what a gentleman you are!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't need to prove anything, if we want to get technical. Lay off my shameglobes for a sec, we're almost there.

[And by almost there, he means one more floor.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She scoffs, but stays quiet as they continue to the next floor. HE'S STILL LOSING POINTS.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Casually slipping into the game room and offers her a coy grin.]

Think we could use some time to play some games again? Ones that don't destroy livelihoods, for a change.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She smirks, wiggling away from him.]

I'm blind, stupid! How am I supposed to play?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Playing for sport, not for glory. Besides, I'm sure we can find something suitably colorful enough for you.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Impress me, then!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Tch, I didn't bring you to here to watch.

[Casually tugging.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Following!]

What are we going to play?