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

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

"Maybe so." Better to look on the bright side, right? Even if the idea of being strapped down was not at all appealing in any light that came to mind. That expression of his elicited no obvious response besides a slight headtilt, but it did make her half wonder if there was some joke she'd missed. As for that second bit, she smiled faintly as she added an, "Except to yourself." It's both at least partially true and her own attempt at a joke. Teasing people is clearly the way people joke every time, this is fact. ...Kairi's kind of a bad influence.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

"Yikes, low blow," Karkat replied, feigning pain in his chest for a moment before straightening to that smug posture he was so good at keeping. He tossed a wink in her direction before returning to a neutral expression.

"Anyway, I'm fine now. Mostly."

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Fortunately unconvinced by his feigned discomfort and thoughts confirmed by the wink, she failed to look at all repentant. And even though she wasn't so convinced about him being 'fine', especially after seeing that little incident before, she only smiled a private smile and said, "I'm glad to hear that." Surely he'd survive without being called out.