♋ PCG 10; backdated to Thursday

[crusthatecean]

[Action; Outside 1338 Benny Road!]

[Early Thursday morning, there's a strange sight out on Benny Road. A terrifying crab monster appears to be menacing a young troll lad! Karkat is trying to fend off the crab monster with a garden tool and appears to mostly be managing it, but the monster won't stop trying to grab him with its claws.]

[Action; 1338 Benny Road; Later]

[Later that day, in a house that smells horribly of fish but is much cleaner than usual, Karkat is sitting on the couch watching TV. The crab monster is lurking behind the house, occasionally growling until Karkat feeds him some fish from a can.]

Comments

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I know you didn't. I'm fucking fine.

[He sounds angry, but he's really not angry at her for hitting him. It's everything else happening that's pissing him off here.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[she reaches out and touches the shirt, and is startled to find that it's pretty soaked.]

...That's a lot of blood. [she gives an uneasy laugh.] Let's... go wash this off.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

It'll clot on its own. It's fine.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

Don't be stupid! Come on.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I'm not being stupid. It's fine.

[drawing away...]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[strongarming him into the bathroom anyway...]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Terezi, stop it.

[Even though she can't see, already knows, and doesn't care, he really doesn't want her doing this. It's an automatic and, he knows, illogical reaction instilled in him from a lifetime of insecurity over this, but he doesn't feel comfortable enough to let her do this and just wants to leave and handle it himself.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[she frowns and drops his arm.] You're being stupid. I can't even see it. Or smell it. You know that. And even if I could, I already know about it anyway.

[she understands why he's not happy about it, but at the same time, she feels exasperated.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Fuck you. It's not that. I just don't need your help with this.

[He's starting to get pretty frustrated with her, because he knows that's all true. But it's not actually that easy to just not give a shit, and he doesn't need to be told it's stupid to feel this way by a blueblood.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[she raises her voice- it's purposefully loud now.] You're on the human planet where almost everyone's got blood just like yours, and you're still being cagey about it in front of me. [she crosses her arms.] Even my blood is red now.

[her expression softens. she knows she should let it go.] ...well, whatever. I'll wait in my room. [she turns to go.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's the same fucking thing! It's just the specific hue that's an issue with me whether or not it's completely removed from the social context. Thanks for the advice, I'll get over it now.

[It's mostly clotted anyway; it wasn't a bad nosebleed and it won't be long until it stops.]

Forget it, I think I'd better get back to the hive.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[she looks over her shoulder and makes a face.] Well, fuck you too!

[n-no don't go...]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[ignoring that. Once he's sure the bleeding has stopped, he's just going to wash off his face and crumple up the shirt so he can throw it away somewhere on his way home.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[goes to her room and sits on the bed. FINE LEAVE]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[Fine, he will.]

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[good thing there sure won't be anything happening in a bowling alley tonight!]