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]

[Nope. She felt really, really vulnerable for a few seconds there, and that is not a feeling she likes. Terezi crosses her arms with a huff.]

I'm not.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

It was two seconds.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I didn't like it.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Tch. You don't trust me.

[Probably a smart idea, honestly.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She makes a face at him.]

I never said that!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

You may as well have.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

I do trust you, stupid! I don't like being able to not smell anything.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have let anything happen, Jegus.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She wrinkles her nose, shifting her weight.]

I just didn't like it.

[Then she swats at him.]

Some gentleman you are.

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

[SIGHING.]

Yeah yeah, you weren't complaining five minutes ago.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Maybe I changed my mind!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Somehow, I doubt it.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Really? What gives you that idea, Mr. Thief of Heart?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I think you just answered your own question.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

You have an unfair advantage!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Haven't even used it yet.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head.]

So it's just pure intuition, hm?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Tch, knowing is only half the battle.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[Terezi giggles, leaning forward.]

What's the other half?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

Acting on it.

[Raising an eyebrow at her expectantly.]

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Then act!

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I did, about fifteen minutes ago.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

[She grins, pulling her knees up to her chest.]

What now, then?

[romcomedian.livejournal.com]

I don't know, you were busy being pissed at me, last I remember.

[foretolds.livejournal.com]

Jeeez, fine! If it makes you so miserable, I will forgive you!