towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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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Tickling is cheating, so yeah, I'd like to see you try. Without cheating.

[She's giggling again.]

You can't just make up rules! You never laugh when I tickle you, anyway.

I'm waiting, Pyrope.

[Checking his imaginary watch.]

Nope! I'm going to wait until you least expect it.

Way to ruin the point of the exercise.

You complain about everything, don't you?

[He reaches up to try and ruffle her hair into her eyes.]

[She grins and swats at his hand.]

Is that a yes?

Why is that even a question?

[She giggles and ignores his question, reaching out in an attempt to ruffle his hair instead.]

[Nope nope nope, he's ducking and dodging her hand, combing his fingers through it subconsciously.]

Excuse you.

[Nope she is in full trolling mode now, so she scoots closer.]

How long do you spend on your hair every day?

[No stop, go away. He's side-eying her really hard right now.]

Looking for pointers? I don't blame you.

[Smirking!]

My hair could never look as amazing as yours, Karkat.

Yeah, pretty much. [He knows she's trolling, but he's going to preen under the compliment anyway.] I bet I could get it close, though.

[THIS IS ACTUALLY SLIGHTLY INTRIGUING.]

Fine. Do it!

So long as you don't bitch at me for using a comb, you got yourself a deal.

[When suddenly: comb out of his jacket.]

[What.

She's giggling.]

Whatever!

[Oh revenge will be sweet.

Karkat will just be swinging his legs off the couch to stand, moving behind it and twirling said comb with a very self-satisfied grin.]

Gonna have to sit up straight.

[She sighs dramatically and sits up as straight as possible. Do your worst, Karkat.]

[Karkat will reach over to comb her hair.

...and frown when it gets snagged.]

Holy fuck, Pyrope, do you ever brush your hair?

[She grins.]

Nope!

Note to self: request a new comb.

[But he'll brave the storm either way. Getting it straight is going to be a chore in and of itself, so he'll take his time doing that while he tries to figure out whether or not he wants to ruin her hairdo even more.]

[What hairdo?]

You aren't going to put a bunch of goop in it, are you?

Maybe I am. You're the one who agreed.

[He can't push down his chuckle fast enough.]