It had to happen sometime
Characters: Yosuke Hanamura & Karkat Vantas
Location: Karkat's hive (try to ignore all the signs of Yosuke squating while you were gone, buddy)
Rating: Hard R, for Karkat
Time: October 19th, late at night
Description: Gamzee's been subdued, Tavros is healing, both of them are shaken up...and Yosuke decides it's the perfect time to bring up his butthurt.
Talk about your crazy night.
Yosuke was fine, all things told. Physically. A few cuts, a few bruises, sore feet. The equivalent of a normal work day, back home. Only whenever he got a shiner from a piece of poorly-balanced-oh-shit-it's-falling inventory, it was a source of complaint for days. Weeks, even. Now, here, after everything that happened...Yosuke almost wished it was worse, if only to belay the guilt creeping up his spine. A childish, immature wish that he wouldn't have to be the one unharmed, looking over the carnage and agonizing over what he didn't do.
The clinic was Yosuke's first stop, but it was packed, bloated with visitors and victims and doctors. He knew now that Gamzee had lied, that his friends and loved ones were safe, if hurt. Yosuke wanted nothing more than to see them, but whispers from the clinic goers alerted him to another pressing development.
Karkat was back.
With a wordless promise to return, Yosuke turned away from the crush of people and made a beeline for Karkat's apartment.
Maybe they could go to the clinic together. Somehow, the thought quieted Yosuke's roiling stomach.
Location: Karkat's hive (try to ignore all the signs of Yosuke squating while you were gone, buddy)
Rating: Hard R, for Karkat
Time: October 19th, late at night
Description: Gamzee's been subdued, Tavros is healing, both of them are shaken up...and Yosuke decides it's the perfect time to bring up his butthurt.
Talk about your crazy night.
Yosuke was fine, all things told. Physically. A few cuts, a few bruises, sore feet. The equivalent of a normal work day, back home. Only whenever he got a shiner from a piece of poorly-balanced-oh-shit-it's-falling inventory, it was a source of complaint for days. Weeks, even. Now, here, after everything that happened...Yosuke almost wished it was worse, if only to belay the guilt creeping up his spine. A childish, immature wish that he wouldn't have to be the one unharmed, looking over the carnage and agonizing over what he didn't do.
The clinic was Yosuke's first stop, but it was packed, bloated with visitors and victims and doctors. He knew now that Gamzee had lied, that his friends and loved ones were safe, if hurt. Yosuke wanted nothing more than to see them, but whispers from the clinic goers alerted him to another pressing development.
Karkat was back.
With a wordless promise to return, Yosuke turned away from the crush of people and made a beeline for Karkat's apartment.
Maybe they could go to the clinic together. Somehow, the thought quieted Yosuke's roiling stomach.