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 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.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Fucking excuse you, I am the coolest.

[Swatting at her hand and continuing to die...with determination.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She laughs again, swatting back.]

Jeez, Karkat, a blind girl can play video games better than you can!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[SWATFIGHT, WHICH KILLS HIM AGAIN, THANKS BITCH!!!!]

When I'm gimped, no shit!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Excuses, excuses!

[Nope, she's totally laughing at him.]

Come on, you have to at least get farther than I did!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Don't you worry about that.

[And now he'll proceed to frustrate himself to the point of a single blue vein pulsing in his temple. HE WILL BEAT HER.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She pokes at that temple, smirking.]

What's wrong? Are you having trouble?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[All she gets is a determined growl as he fights to beat her score, which he eventually does before tossing the controller at the screen.]

That's right, fuck you, Rainbow Runner! Suck my god damn bulge, you mediocre excuse for virtual gaming entertainment!

[By the way, he's mad. Righteously.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[And Terezi is doubled over, clutching her stomach and cracking up. It is so, so incredibly hard to breathe.]