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]

[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.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins, scooting even closer.]

Are you sure?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[LEANING AWAY.]

I'm tired of fighting for my life, damn. Is a little break too much to ask for? Maybe a fucking backrub once in a while?

[He's not actually being serious, rather completely bracing himself for the coming onslaught.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Jeez, fine! You are so boring. I'll be nice, just this once.

[She pats the floor in front of her, a clear invitation to sit down. This won't end well.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[...yeah, he's not moving.]

Like I'm falling for that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Karkat! Don't you trust me?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Not to take advantage of me for the sake of your amusement? Or in general?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Both!

[She reaches for his arm.]

I'm not going to do anything, jegus.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't believe you.

[But he sits down cross-legged anyway, hunkering over his own knees.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[God, what a baby. But she reaches out and begins to knead at his shoulders anyway. Karkat, why would you ever trust her?]

See? Is this so horrible?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He actually flinches when he feels her hands, but stops abruptly when he realizes what she's doing. Part of him wants to protest and mention that he was only kidding--but fuck, free massage, why the fuck would he do that?

So after a moment of tense and stiff muscles, he is finally forced to relax under her hands, hiding his face in his own.

Nope, not admitting he was wrong. She'll still do something. He's sure of it.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Does he really expect her to be that horrible? After a few moments, she loops her arms around his middle and rests her chin on his shoulder.]

It's good to know what you really think of me, Karkat!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Hard to trust people after a month of severe paranoia -- it hasn't quite worn off yet. When her hands move again and her chin replaces them, he finds himself lifting his head from his hands, a bit confused.]

Implying that I'm not completely honest one hundred percent of the time.

FUCK YOU I WAS ABOUT TO EDIT THAT AGGHHH

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

You aren't. But you should be! Lying is despicable, remember?

SUCKS FOR YOU, GO TO BED

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I ain't lying. Omitting details, maybe. Occasionally. Casually. Or not at all, I don't know.

:|

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

That's called lying by omission.

[Terezi was going to tickle him when she got this close, but oddly enough, she's finding herself reluctant to ruin mess this up. Maybe she's just sit here for a few more minutes.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I still say you made that up.

[His tone doesn't sound all that agitated, though. In fact, he sounds fairly satisfied. After all, the whole goal of this date and the last was to prove to her that he had skills in the romance department.

It was going well enough. And he got a massage out of it.

He reached downward with his uninjured hand to rest over her's, shrugging the shoulder she was resting on playfully.]

Comfortable?

this entire thread is just me typoing oh my god

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Nope! You're too bony.

[But she's not moving. She's just waiting for the perfect chance to strike. Yup, that is totally it!]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a complaint, but doesn't look like one.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She scoffs, poking at his sides and wiggling away.]

It was definitely a complaint!