Lily is the best not-sister ever

[bethehugejerk]

Characters: Karkat and Equius
Location: Equius's old shack
Time: Backdated to January 11, evening.
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[It's not until evening after that post that Karkat finally calls Equius. By then he's already picked a place and headed out to it, one that should hardly be surprising: the blueblood's old shack, the one he painted full of insults and declarations of hate. It's a fitting location for this kind of thing if there ever was, and with the various meetups they've had there before, it made a natural choice for that sort of "gift" to him.]

[When the video flips on, Karkat is standing before the front door, the ends of the word "FREAK" peeking out behind him.]

Hey shithead. You want your mark fixed? Get over here.

[Click! No waiting for an answer. If he knows his kismesis, he'll be there, and he doesn't want to be in the open when he shows. From there he slips back inside the structure, door left ajar - no trap above it this time - but just a way to let him hear Equius before he sees him. In one hand, he takes a vial of strengthening potion from his sylladex. The goal is simple: to spring it on him as a complete surprise, without wasting any precious minutes of its duration.]

Comments

[stayb100ponyboy]

[This is one of the few times when having jagged, broken teeth works in Equius' favor!]

[He hisses when Karkat thumps his side, and responds with a sucker punch of his own, aiming for his kismesis' ribcage. He makes a mental note to do something really nice for Lily the next chance he gets, because this is the most amazing gift anyone could have ever given him.]

[By now, he's satisfied that he's bitten Karkat enough, and he breaks it off with a low growl, turning his head and spitting on the floor.]

Your blood tastes terrible, you disgusting piece of mutant filth.

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat just clamps down harder at the thump to his ribs, though he sure does groan against his skin at the pain of it. Yet another mark to admire later, impermanent though it will be. However, when his kismesis disengages his own bite, he follows suit shortly after.]

[Unlike him, he doesn't bother spitting it. Instead he licks the stray blood from his lips.]

Funny. You taste so revolting and look so gut-churningly horrible that making you bleed only improves both. But don't get your hopes up: you only rise to 'disgusting' at best.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Sorry, Equius missed that little diatribe; he was too busy gawking as Karkat licked blue blood off his lips. It was hot, okay, and completely distracted him.]

[STAAAAAAARE...]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat aims a pap at his face, and not the soothing, conciliatory sort.]

Stop staring, lecher.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius blinks, then snarls, when that papswat lands. It does break the staring, though.]

Sometimes your terribleness is truly mesmerizing. It's like staring at a multivehicle accident on the interstellar routes.

[Whatever, he got caught staring, it happens. With a sniff, Equius turns to his bitten shoulder and slaps one palm over it, squeezing and getting a good handful of blood worked up.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Whatever retort he may have made is cut off succinctly by that hand hitting his shoulder. It stings enough to make him suck in his breath, and the subsequent squeeze earns grit teeth and tight-shut eyes. But he follows up in mirror of him. Palm slap, squeeze - he doesn't want this to be half-assed, particularly if he can hurt him more in the process.]

You're like an entire planet falling into ruin. Imperial forces have come and gone; it's not worth conquer, for the time and effort would be wasted on such a shithive. Its accomplishments are negligible, its value nothing, its resources scarce and pointless to pursue. Its entire society has built itself up for nothing but its own inevitable failure, and all who look upon it see it: this place is worthless. It is, at best, an example of the deplorable and completely pointless. There is nothing good about it--and nothing good about you.