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

HOW ARE YOU STILL TAGGING ME...

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She makes a face right back.]

I am never trying.

WE STOPPED AT MIKE'S HOUSE AND THEY'RE SLOW

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[This time he leans down on the top of the couch in an almost sly fashion, flashing spiderfangs in her direction.]

I beg to differ.

u////u

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She reaches out to yank at his tie.]

And on what evidence are you basing this accusation?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He chokes, grabbing the edge of the couch to stop her from pulling him any farther. But he keeps up the smirk.]

A little featherbeast told me.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She gives another tug.]

Featherbeasts don't talk, stupid.

OK AND NOW WE'RE GOING BYYYYYE

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

You ever try talking to one?

[He reaches down to grab her hands to try and loosen her hold.]

Can you not? I can't exactly stockpile spidersilk anymore.

[...oh he probably shouldn't have mentioned that.]

;;

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She raises her eyebrows, lacing her fingers with his.]

Good.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He's suddenly slightly awkward, unsure of how to respond to her after his comment. He's not even sure she picked up on it, though Terezi's not exactly stupid.]

Right. Well. Yeah.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins, because hey, TABLES TURNED.]

Are you just going to stand there forever?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Maybe I planned on it. What if I did?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She pulls her hands away.]

Then you're lame!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I'm pretty comfy.

[He rests his cheek against the cushion.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Okay fine, jerk. She'll just tickle him again.]

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[NOPE promptly ducking behind the couch and out of range.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She giggles, popping her head over the back of the couch.]

What are you doing?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

No more of that.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Why not? I have to hear you laugh sometime!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

--what?

[WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT........]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, "what?" It sounded pretty straightforward to me!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He squints, obviously unsure about her answer. Give him a break, this isn't the response he's accustomed too.]

Hear me laugh?

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She sighs.]

All you ever do is act cocky or grumpy. It gets kind of old!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[He imitates her sigh and stands back up to look down at her, pinching her cheek playfully.]

And yet you keep coming back. Maybe you secretly find it charming.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She smiles, swatting at his hand gently.]

Never!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Denial's not very becoming.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, giving his sleeve a gentle tug.]

Just sit down already!