locked;

[crusthatecean]

Who: Karkat, Terezi, Gamzee, others
Where: 1338 Benny Road
When: December 22
What: Gamzee and Terezi decide to have a talk with a certain irritable troll
Warnings: character injury, blood

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[lynches]

[Terezi knocks on the door of 1338 Benny Road. She's eager to see her kismesis/matesprit- it feels like ages since she saw him last, for some reason.

And, of course, they've got some... business to take care of.]

[miraculls]

[He opens the door, baring his fangs in a pleased grin when he sees who it is.]

It is all about time you showed your motherfuckin' face, sweet thing. I was about to motherfuckin' start without you.

[lynches]

I'm here now. [She hooks her arms around his shoulders in a painfully tight hug. She pulls him down to grin right into his face.] Can you believe the little pissblood hung up on me when I asked him what color his blood was? Rude!

Where is he at, anyway~?

[miraculls]

[He wraps his own arms around her waist, claws digging into her sides.]

I ain't surprised - brother all done had the motherfuckin' gall to be threatening me and my girls. [He sighs and shakes his head mournfully.] Motherfuckin' scumbloods just don't know how to treat a sister right.

Oh, he's hiding away somewhere in this hive. All tucked away and cowering in the dark like a motherfucking wiggler about to be grubsauce. It's all chill though - just makes it more fun for us.

later;

[crusthatecean]

[After getting rid of Kanaya, Karkat will quickly change his shirt, enough that the cuts and blood aren't completely visible. It's not perfect; there's still some smeared blood on his neck and it's dripping down his hand, but he's in a hurry and he doesn't care.

Getting to his feet is difficult; there's immediate pain and protest from his knee, but he's able to grab his school bag and to start throwing his things in there-- his husktop, his sickle, clothes, schoolbooks, anything in sight, still shaking and barely able put weight on his leg as he moves.]

Re: later;

[coolbowtie]

[BEING ERASED IS SO BORING. There's nothing aside from napping in the TARDIS, tinkering with the TARDIS, more naps, and well just boring stuff.

Which explains why the Doctor was entirely ignorant of any altercations happening in the house until way after it happened. He hates the looks he gets from everyone, so he keeps to himself in the TARDIS mostly and only ventures into the house to check on everyone and grab food.

Such as right now. He hears Karkat and pauses near his door before opening it without knocking.]

This erasure stuff is so dull, isn't it. I think I've slept enough for about three years. Have you found anything to do that doesn't get you scowled at? I'm quite tired of scowling.

[crusthatecean]

[When the Doctor barges in, for a moment he thinks it's Gamzee or Terezi back for him, and his eyes widen and his body freezes. But once he realizes it's just the Doctor, he scowls much more angrily than he's been greeting the Doctor lately, adopting a careful defensive posture that places his weight back on his injured leg. It hurts to stand like this, and he gives a small, barely noticeable hiss at the pain of putting the weight there, but he clutches his bag to his chest trying to use it to hide the blood covering his hand and the damp red patches beginning to show up on his shirt.]

Knock.

I'm fucking off to Sollux's, so there's one less asshole to worry about.

[coolbowtie]

...Right.

Knocking.

[With a clumsy motion he leans back and knocks on the door before stumbling back into the room, sulking.]

What? And leave me all alone with everyone else?