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Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU
Setting: Across the tower! Mark in the subject line, please!
Format: Action to start, but I'll follow.
Summary: Karkat has been awfully quiet lately, and hasn't quiet been seeking out others. How unusual.
Warnings: TBA

[Karkat has just had too many things on his mind. Staying out of trouble, trying not to make more people furious with him, dodging mealtimes to instead feed Spidermom. The attack on the tower had sated her slightly, but it hadn't helped his psyche any. The visions of Imperial Drones on top of more copies of Spidermom were a little too much for him.

He was still sick to his nutrition sack over the whole thing. If those drones had been real, then he would have been leaving Kanaya to them. What kind of shitty friend was he?

Oh wait. That kind of answered the question. So wherever he happens to be, Karkat will be propped against a wall, staring down at his shoes with an everpresent frown of thought.]

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[Worst thing he could have possibly done. That makes her snap, and she pulls her arm back to punch him with every ounce of strength her scrawny arm can muster.]

You are so pathetic!

[And not in the good way, either.]

[Ow.

He reels and tries even harder -- forward, backward, up, down, whatever it takes-- to put distance between them, holding the rapidly bruising spot with a light blue glaze in the nearest eye.]

What is your major fucking malfunction?

[He looks more bewildered than angry, though there's definitely the trademark Karkat Vantas Snarl creeping on his expression.]

[Oooooh that was cathartic! She's feeling better already.]

That is the stupidest question I've ever heard, Vantas, and you already know the answer anyway.

[...Maybe she should just punch him again. That might be nice.]

Then fucking let go of me and we can fix the problem here and now!

[Hint: He's going to try and abscond again, a little rougher this time.]

Edited 2012-01-21 07:34 (UTC)

[Unfortunately she's still angry. She rolls her eyes and doesn't let go.]

Are you just going to run away from all of your problems like a stupid wiggler?

I can help you give less of a shit about it, like you should be doing.

[This time, he'll stop tugging and try and simply remove her hand from him. Of course, it means revealing the swollen cheek and the fact that he has to close his seven pupiled eye, but whatever.]

[She rolls her eyes again and tightens her grip on him. She's not done with him yet!]

You made this whole big speech about how we were still friends and you want me to not care? Just make up your mind!

[Finally gives up and just lets her hang onto him. He's not entirely sure how to answer her, so he just stares mutely for a few moments.]

Don't give me that. You don't even know what you want.

[Or maybe he's confusing her thoughts and feelings for his. That's a possibility.]

[Yup that is probably a thing he is doing.]

I want you to stop treating me like shit.

[He doesn't even have a wisecrack for that one, because its the truth, and its not something he's all that proud of right now, especially since she nearly died for him.

And there's the problem again of him not being sure what he wants. Again, he falls quiet -- an almost ashamed silence that tightens the muscles in his shoulders and arms.

A silence he's trying to hide some more.]

[So she waits. And waits. And... Waits...]

Well?

[He's just...going to quietly try and pull out of her grip again. Though this time, there's no anger in his tugging, nor is there an indignant way about him.

He's embarrassed, and for once, he's not doing a great job of hiding it.]

[GOD WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE A CAGEY DOUCHE ALL THE TIME. So she lets go, but if he leaves she's legitimately never going to talk to him again.]

Edited 2012-01-21 08:06 (UTC)

[He keeps walking like he's making for the door, by he stops at the next nearest couch instead and stands there for a few moments, just leaning against it.

Finally, after a few beats of silence:]

I'm not trying to treat you like anything.

[She's not sure if that makes it better or worse.]

It doesn't matter if you're trying. You are, stupid.

[He turns to look at her over his shoulder, silently asking what in the precious fuck she would like him to do about it.

After a moment of staring, something seems to crack. Actually, his voice cracks a little too -- out of frustration.]

Look. I can't fix anything, I don't know how many more apologies I have in me, and I'm really fucking disinterested in discussing what may or may not be melting my sponge to grubsauce.

You could act like we're actually friends, for a start.

[Not that she's... Been doing that. But Terezi isn't exactly unbiased.]

I don't treat you any differently than--

[Oh, that's probably not a good thing to say. Whatever, now he has to finish the statement, or she's going to get mad again. This is getting a little deeper in the Admittance column than he wanted, but if he's honest, its not like everyone didn't already draw conclusions themselves anyway.]

--than Kanaya or anyone else I actually give a shit about.

[Oh. She crosses her arms, frowning.]

You have some making up to do with me, though!

[He turns away from her again and lifts his hands behind his head to try and make himself more comfortable.]

My methods are apparently filed under "shit that makes Terezi even more furious".

Shouldn't it be obvious what makes me furious, Mr. Hero of Heart?

Why do you think I haven't said anything?

[Uggggh. She just frowns at him.]

[And he deadeyes her in return.]

Look.

I've kind of had a rough month, alright?

[You and everyone else in the tower, bro.

Butttt she makes her way over to the couch and plops down.]

What happened?