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.

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[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, giving his arm a tug.]

I am going to beat you, then!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Allowing himself to be tugged before spinning straight into the couch and trying to pull her with him.]

Name of the game is Rainbow Runner. I'd bet money you won't be able to focus long enough to manage one level.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She allows herself to be pulled, plopping down beside him and grinning. That does sound completely amazing.]

You are underestimating me, Karkat!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Handing her a controller casually and casually taking her hand using her finger to direct to each button.]

There's gonna be a lot of flashing shit. You have to change your color to match the walls you're about to run into. This button is red, this one is green, this one is blue, and this one is orange.

Think you can handle it?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She smiles, bumping her shoulder into his.]

Of course I can handle it! I will be the best at this game.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He reaches up to ruffle her hair briefly before slipping away from her to turn on the tv and console. It takes him a second, simply because he still can't bend down with the bandages on his torso, so he's forced to kneel.

...he also takes a second to try and figure out how to stand back up, since he can't support himself on his other arm, and almost loses his balance several times in the process.]

Fuck life, Jegus.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, setting down the controller and standing up to help him.]

You are such a grump! It's your fault, you know.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't really regret it, so whatever.

[This is said as she's helping him up, though his expression has fallen completely neutral. In truth, he was still pretty pissed and guilty over the whole situation, though he hadn't bothered to bring it up since it happened. Vriska hadn't stepped out of line, and Terezi hadn't tried to hunt her down, so he was fine with forgetting the whole thing happened.

Or at least pretending it did.

He'd change the subject before she had a chance to comment on it though.]

Lets see if you're any good at this game.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She sighs as she tugs him back towards the couch and sits down again.]

I already told you, I will be amazing! You're the one who should be worried.

[Look, she puts her fingers on the right buttons and everything when she picks up the controller again!]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Terrified.

[Karkat smirks a bit playfully, but doesn't add anything more than that. He reaches over again to direct the menu to the correct screen to start the game for her.]

Go shithive.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't exactly know how to play, and it doesn't take her long to die at all. At this distance, all the colors blur into a mass of cherry blueberry kiwi deliciousness, and it's hard to make out exact shapes. So she lets out an annoyed noise and slips off the couch, sitting down on the floor a yard or so from the screen. This time, she does better, but not much. All those smells are distracting.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Karkat does his best to watch without chuckling. Its not funny because she's having so much trouble, but because she's probably doing better than he would ever do.

He lets her do her own thing a few inches from the screen for a moment before pushing himself off the couch to nudge her with his foot after she dies again.]

You alright down there?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She lets out a dramatic sigh, swatting at his foot.]

You made me die!

[Nope, Terezi.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Nudging her back with his knee, smirking that horrible smirk.]

Oh yeah, ok. Then you can do it again, right?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She turns, sticking out her tongue at him.]

Of course I can!

[This time she gets a bit farther, but nope. Still dying!]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooh, missed it that time too. Guess it wasn't my fault after all?

[He plops down beside her, making a big show of it before resting his chin on her shoulder and adding in his typical, sleezy fashion.]

I get it though. I'm pretty fucking distracting.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That is very, very close, and for an instant, she thinks she feels something almost like butterflies in her stomach.

Nope. There's no way. She swats at him.]

You're right! You smell terrible. I can't focus!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I remember the word 'blueberries'. Sounds pretty good to me.

Or are you gonna tell me you're lying.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I never lie. Maybe you just smell bad today.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I'm crushed.

[He also doesn't believe you, BUT OK, he'll just lean back and watch again.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't let herself think about that odd, disappointed feeling she gets when he pulls away, and does her best to focus on the game. But considering it's all basically a rainbow blur, she dies again quite quickly. This time she lets out a frustrated noise and shoves the controller at him.]

You try!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD SHOVED he takes a second to fumble it in his one hand, trying to wiggle his fingers in the cast and mostly failing.

When trying to manage playing with a half-gimp hand, Karkat mostly ends up sucking. Really really hard. By the end of it, he's frowning venomously.]

Jegus FUCK, I can't hit the god damn buttons!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[And Terezi is cracking up.]

See? I am better than you!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[HUFFING.]

Uncool.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Still grinning, she reaches out to poke his side, careful not to hit his ribs.]

Of course you are.