towerofanimus | (no subject)

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Characters: Terezi and YOU
Setting: Infirmary
Format: Action!
Summary: Terezi is in the infirmary and it's ALL BLUEKAT'S FAULT.
Warnings: Terezi?

[Who knew being attacked by thorn covered vines could tear up your legs so much? They'd done a pretty good job of ruining her legs. Luckily, most of her cuts hadn't required stitches, but her legs were still bandaged up from ankle to thigh. She's refused to use the crutches they've offered her in a fit of stubbornness, so she's stuck on the bed.

What do?]

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No, I shouldn't have. That's stupid.

Why is it stupid?! You're lucky you came out of there at all!

[His voice is raising a little, though he struggles to keep it and his facial expressions under control. He's got this. He can do this.]

[She sighs.]

Because you needed help. And I am fine, jegus.

Don't lie to me.

[He can't hold that back -- his temper snaps out of control for a second, a biting reply that he's forced to reign in with a breath through his nose.]

[She lets out an irritated scoff, crossing her arms over her chest.]

What do you want me to say? Fine, my legs are killing me and I had to watch you die. Happy?

Why are you still doing shit for my fucking benefit? You didn't have to say anything!

[This was supposed to stop when Kanaya dropped the bomb that wasn't meant to be dropped. He finally pushes himself away from the bed to look at her, needing the idea of distance between them to be physical.

He can't look at her when he speaks, and his shoulders seize up, but he forces it out.]

Look. I'm sorry. Alright?

Because we're supposed to be friends, dumbass!

[She stops when she senses him moving away, frowning at his apology. Way to be vague, Karkat.]

Sorry for what?

I'm sorry for being a shitty friend, and for leading you on.

[He says it, but his back is turned, and he's a good distance away from her now. There's a soft crack of his knuckles as he clenches them.

Kanaya had always been a different breed in terms of his friends, but looking back on how they responded to his absence, he couldn't help but feel an immense weight of guilt on his shoulders.

After all of that, Terezi still came for him.]

[It takes her a second to respond. The apology was one thing, but actually coming out and saying what he did wrong was another thing completely. Maybe it's a cerulean trait, but Vriska certainly wouldn't have done that.]

Good. You should be.

[Her voice is much softer now, though, and she even smiles a little, though he can't see it.]

Thanks, Karkat.

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[He actually looks a little physically ill from the admission, and he doesn't answer her thanks.

Instead, he tries to change the subject entirely, opening and closing his mouth. It doesn't really work.

Same old Karkat.]

[Siiigh Karkat. So ridiculous.]

Are you going to stand all the way across the room the whole visit?

Maybe.

[SHUT UP THIS IS HARD FOR HIM, CAN'T YOU SEE HIS PRIDE SCREAMING UNDER HIS FOOT?]

You are so ridiculous.

[FINE she will just scoot to the edge of the bed SEE HOW PAINFUL THIS IS FOR HER?]

We are going to make a deal!

[That does not help, but he does flick his eyes back in acknowledgment. When he manages that simply gesture, it seems that it gives him the shame globes to turn fully to look at her, chest only slightly puffed.]

Are we?

[Hey it's a start!]

No more lying to each other, or hiding things. Okay?

[You're really asking a cerulean to make a deal like that?]

Yeah. Fine.

[Sure, he means it. But carrying it out will be another thing entirely.]

[She's trying to build up that whole "trust" thing again.]

Promise?

[Here, he hesitates. He knows himself too well.]

[And she just waits, looking pretty wary.]

[He just stares and stares and finally looks away.]

I can't promise.

[Her eyebrows knit together in irritation, and she sighs. She's starting to wonder if this is even worth it.]

Why not?

You know why not.

[He was slowly getting used to this whole 'her knowing the truth about everything' deal.]

[She lets out an irritated noise and flops back on the bed.]

And you know I only get mad when I find out. What is the point of hiding anything?

I like not being an open book, if you don't mind.

[He's getting a little defensive, but he's obviously trying not to.]

Look, I didn't come down here to fight.

I never said you had to be! I just don't want you to be stupid and cagey and secretive about things that are my business.

[There's a pause as she props herself up on her elbows.]

We're not fighting.