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

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[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!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[This is the part where he doubles over and feigns pain in his ribs. The bandaging is too thick for him to actually feel pain from contact.]

I knew it! Treachery!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, poking at him again.]

You asked for it!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Making another overdramatic noise and falling to the size.]

Argh, stop. Monster!

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

You are such a baby!

[Okay, it is officially tickling time. Sorry, Karkat.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[WOW NOPE, SWATTING LIKE CRAZY AND SQUIRMING ok not funny anymore.]

No no no no, stop, STOP--I was kidding oh god stop--

[There's an occasional flinch, likely from him twisting the wrong way while flailing.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She's giggling again, but those flinches make her finally stop.]

You didn't even laugh!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Welp, that kicked all the fight out of him. Now he's just open-mouthed panting like a dog.]

Must've slipped my sponge.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that's pretty cute.]

Try harder next time.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

No thanks.

[Forcing himself to sit up -- oh he's pretty deadweight, oops.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[SIIIGH maybe she'll help him up.]

You are so grumpy all the time! Lighten up.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I am not grumpy!

[now he's deadweight in her arms, not that that's on purpose or anything.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Ffff what is she supposed to do with him like this?]

Tired out already, you big baby?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[Karkat doesn't know, but he's not complaining. Suck it up, lady.]

You viciously attacked me, I have every right to be tired.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Are you really calling that vicious?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Of course I am.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, giving his side another poke.]

You really are a wriggler!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He squirms once...then proceeds to make himself comfortable in her lap, resting his cheek on her shoulder.]

And you're a big bully.

[Karkat flashes that smirk, one fang poking out from his lip -- without all the teeth showing, its significantly less sleazy.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[He actually succeeds in making her heart skip a beat. Well done! But that's easy to rationalize away: He might not act like her Karkat, but take away the hint of blueberries, and they smell exactly the same. She's just getting her wires crossed, that's all. Right?]

Ooooh, big, strong Mr. Vantas can't handle a little blind girl messing with him?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I dunno about little.

[Casually reaching up to squeeze her bicep, though he does it gently and feigns a strangled sound.]

How did you ever believe I stood a chance?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, flicking at his forehead.]

I guess I gave you too much credit!