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

[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.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Karkat simply sits, glaring at the tv suspiciously for a few moments, before glancing at Terezi.]

Yeah yeah, laugh it up.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[When she finally gets a hold of herself, she scoots closer, grinning.]

Do you feel triumphant now?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, maybe. What about it?

[Giving you a Look.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She pokes at him.]

You are so ridiculous!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I am allowed my moment, ok? You don't have any idea how hard it is to play around a god damn cast.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

When are you getting it off?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Thank god she's blind, because there's an immature smirk sitting on his face right this second.]

Soon, I'm sure.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She lets out a little huff.]

You don't even know?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[His lip curls.]

I'm supposed to remember after all that shit that happened?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Yes!

[She pokes at him.]

What about the rest of you?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Honestly more worried about my ribs than my arm. Doesn't hurt to breathe anymore, so that's a plus.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head.]

What about laughing?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[..wary pause.]

Lets not find out.