I blacked out, I came to, and it's all such a blur.
Who: Sollux and Karkat
Where: 15a
When: The Sunday morning after.
Summary: Karkat dun get pretty drunk at that party and now his fragile alien body is dealing with the consequences of inter-dimensional liquor.
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Swearing, hangovers, maybe troll barf.
Karkat's adventure into consciousness had been brief. He'd really only managed to roll out of his recuperacoon before realizing that he felt completely awful - a head aching, stomach turning kind of awful that almost put him back on the floor the moment he stood up.
He briefly tried to remember how he'd ended up like this. And it occurred to him, with a gradual, crawling horror.
Wow. Had he seriously done all that? Why had that seemed like a good idea? There was no way this could be okay. Were things going to be fucked up now?
He didn't know. But he did know what he sure as hell didn't feel like going anyway, and so after a kind of half-hearted attempt to clean himself off, he ended up stripping to a fresh pair of boxers and literally burying himself in his stolen pillow pile. He would deal with his social catastrophe when he didn't feel like hurling every time he stood up.
Where: 15a
When: The Sunday morning after.
Summary: Karkat dun get pretty drunk at that party and now his fragile alien body is dealing with the consequences of inter-dimensional liquor.
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: Swearing, hangovers, maybe troll barf.
Karkat's adventure into consciousness had been brief. He'd really only managed to roll out of his recuperacoon before realizing that he felt completely awful - a head aching, stomach turning kind of awful that almost put him back on the floor the moment he stood up.
He briefly tried to remember how he'd ended up like this. And it occurred to him, with a gradual, crawling horror.
Wow. Had he seriously done all that? Why had that seemed like a good idea? There was no way this could be okay. Were things going to be fucked up now?
He didn't know. But he did know what he sure as hell didn't feel like going anyway, and so after a kind of half-hearted attempt to clean himself off, he ended up stripping to a fresh pair of boxers and literally burying himself in his stolen pillow pile. He would deal with his social catastrophe when he didn't feel like hurling every time he stood up.