In Which Eleanor Writes A Series Of Gory Events And Finds Writing Other Trolls Damn Near Impossible.


Someone is making a strange noise that sounds like a mixture between groaning and crying.

There's a cool sensation against her head and Nepeta finds herself leaning into the touch as a cat would, ears straining for the source of that strange sound. After a pause she realises that it's actually her, feeling a jolt of something like shock as she struggles to shut herself up. To distract herself she slowly begins opening her eyes, the image of another troll slowly building up in front of her. Karkat's pulled her into his lap, his hand gently stroking the unrestrained hair that falls over her face and spills onto her forehead. There's an expression on his face that she can't quite work out – it looks like a mixture of sadness, confusion, and somehow anger – but frankly, right now she's not concerned with that.

"Where's the lollipop?" Her first instinct of scrambling away from Karkat is unachievable due to just how much her body is aching, so she's having to run with her second idea. As she remembers the sickly green and red thing – and what it initiated - her eyes go wide and her breathing rate increases, flinching as her body tenses up anxiously and it aggravates the many wounds she must have. "Karkat, where's the lollipop?"

"Captchalogued it." His voice is just as hoarse as Nepeta's. "Encrypted the shit out of it and let it make a nice big fucking hole in my floor." So it's still somewhere in the hive, then. Still, at least it isn't on Karkat's person. Before she can speak more words are spilling out of Karkat's mouth at a rapid pace, and Nepeta realises that the low tone to his voice is due to his throat being tight; blocked. Something associated with tears. "With any luck it got a code that not even Sollux can break open. Fuck, Nepeta, I- I… fuck!" Nepeta gives a small squeak of surprise as the angered male shoots to his feet, hands clenched in front of him like he's debating flipping off the heavens. "What the fuck did I do to make this happen, huh? I was trying to be fucking nice to you! I wanted to be nice to you! Isn't that a turn up for the books! But some candy-coated feel-good seeps into my thinkpan and now you're lying on my couch inches from death!" Nepeta makes a surprised noise at that, what little colour there is in her face draining away. Karkat notices, and the concern on his face becomes even more apparent as he scrambles to sort it out. "Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. But fuck, Nepeta, you could have been! And it would all be my fault! No, fuck that, it's that fuckass imposter's!" He aims a kick at the couch, barely flinching at the slamming sound as the tirade of hate towards himself and the 'imposter' continues to spill out of his mouth. "Shit. Even the stuff I try to do that even has the beginning of an inkling of being nice fucks itself over beyond recognition. Call me crazy, but that seems like a pretty shit quality to have in a friend never mind a fucking mate-" The words cut off then, so abruptly that both trolls are left with a ringing sound in their ears. Nepeta really isn't sure what to say – should she try moving to get up and comfort him? What would she say? Can she even move? Once again Karkat's locked in his own bubble of self-hatred; one that she can't possibly hope to penetrate. There's a storm of rage and upset brewing inside her too, and the only thing keeping it back is the fact that she knows it's not directed towards Karkat, not technically – but oh, how she wants to scream at that 'fuckass imposter' too! Then again she probably wouldn't even be able to say his name without bursting into ugly sobs, due to him and the stomach pains and her pounding head and the terror that still lingers…

"I need to get to my hive." Her voice is quiet, so quiet that it's barely audible and she has to repeat herself. The words are a little difficult to get out of her raw throat. "K-Karkat, I need to get back home."

"Fuck no. You're not going anywhere." Karkat's response makes Nepeta's thoughts instantly flash back to the first night after that fateful tea party, and once again the shock is clear on her face. She remains tensed up as Karkat fails to notice and correct his words this time, his face resting in his hands instead. "You've had two doses of arsenic now from my stinking hands, I think I'm under some sort of obligation to look after you until we've both dragged our nooks out of this pit." Looking up Karkat turns to Nepeta, who's curled up in the corner of the couch after a small, nervous jump start to get away. "Don't worry. This ride isn't just going to be you having to listen to my gushing waterfall of fucking feelings straight from my anguish bladder, okay? I'm actually gonna sort this shit out. Hopefully this'll be bland and uneventful rather than one of us ripping the other to shreds." Before he goes off on another tangent he catches himself, shaking his head and causing dark hair to fall down over his face. "Fuck that. How-"

"Karkat," Nepeta interrupts, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. Her arms curl around a bright green cushion on the couch, clutching it to her battered stomach. "Could I pawsibly use your husktop? I didn't captchalogue mine before I came and if I'm going to be stuck here…" She's feeling a little selfish actually for only just now thinking of her moirail. Was Equius doing alright? What if he'd run out of robots to spar with, got angry while trying to build some more and came to her only to found her status firmly set to offline? For however many days exactly she'd been here? She's breaking into a sweat, never mind the other troll.

Clearly the worry on her face registers with Karkat and he hurries out of the room without another word, carrying the husktop in rather than conjuring it from his captchalogue. He must have been using it while she was unconscious. "Guess I'll leave you to it." He says. "Doubt you want me hovering over your shoulder like a honkbird."

"Thank you…" Karkat's trollian is still logged in and Nepeta's eyes begin roaming for the sign out button, only to become distracted. No, Nepeta, no. Curiosity culled the cat. But after a few moments of hovering back and forth between the bars on the lower half of the screen and the sign out button, the curiosity overcomes her and she finds herself detouring, clicking on the first bar.


-carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling arachnidsGrip [AG]—

CG: VRISKA.

CG: HEY, VRISKA.

CG: LOOK, I KNOW WE AREN'T EXACTLY SAILING DOWN THE RIVER OF FRIENDSHIP HERE.

CG: BUT I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, OKAY?

CG: FUCK THIS SOUNDS SO BEGGING.

CG: BUT I GUESS I'M KINDA DESPERATE RIGHT NOW.

CG: ARE YOU EVEN HERE OR IS YOUR STATUS SET TO ONLINE PURELY TO ACT AS AN INFURIATING TEMPTRESS?

AG: Oh, I'm here.

AG: I was just enjoying seeing where your grovelling was leading to ;;;;)

AG: I must admit you were doing quite well until you admitted you were desperate. Do you really see me as some sort of booby prize?

CG: FUCK I HAVEN'T GOT TIME FOR THIS. FOR THE SAKE OF OUR SANITY AND A CASUALTY CAN WE BE CIVIL?

AG: Casualty?

CG: QUELL YOUR BLOODTHIRSTY URGES FOR A SWEEP OR TWO. LOOK YOU'VE GOT A LOT OF 'IRONS IN THE FIRE' RIGHT?

CG: HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT POISON?

AG: I know it's far too slow for my liking.

CG: SLOW IS GOOD. SLOW'S FUCKING FANTASTIC.

AG: Really, Karkat, what are you planning? I have to say I'm intrigued as to what a cra88y asshole like you could 8e planning with poison of all things.

CG: FUCK PLANNING, IT'S ALREADY HAPPENED. HOW DOES IT AFFECT TROLLS? SPECIFICALLY ARSENIC.

CG: FLAUNT YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND BE SMUG ABOUT IT FOR ALL I FUCKING CARE, I JUST WANT ANSWERS.

AG: Difficult to say, really. Affects the thinkpan and stomach as far as I know.

CG: DEATH?

AG: Possi8le.

AG: If you're asking about arsenic, wouldn't it 8e 8etter to go 8other Nepeta rather than a lady like myself? I'm 8usy, and she's the one with it in her trollhandle after all.

-carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling arachnidsGrip [AG]—

AG: Karkat?

AG: A little touchy are we Karkles?


-carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]—

CG: PLEASE PUT A FILTER ON THE WORDS FLOWING OUT OF YOUR MIRACLE LOVING MOUTH AND TALK TO ME ABOUT SOPER SLIME.

TC: wHoA nOw BrOtHeR, wHaT gOt ShOvEd uP yOuR nOoK?

TC: jUsT cHiLl, HoNkBrOtHeR.

TC: :o)

CG: OKAY FOR THE SAKE OF TIME HERE I'M GOING TO STOP MYSELF GOING ON A RAMPAGE ABOUT YOUR EVER-FUCKING IRRITATING TYPING AND ALL THAT SHIT AND SAY IT AGAIN:

CG: SOPER SLIME.

TC: oH mAn, WhAt Do YoU wAnNa KnOw AbOuT tHe gOoD oLd MiRaClE sLiMe, FrIeNd?

CG: I KNOW IT GETS YOU STONED OUT OF YOUR MIND, BUT DOES IT DO ANYTHING ELSE? COULD IT HEAL ANYONE?

TC: bRo It CaN dO aNyThInG iF yOu

TC: bElIeVe :o)

-carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]—


-carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling twinArmageddons [TA]

CG: SOLLUX PLEASE I AM PADDLING UP THE FUCKING MANURE RIVER WITHOUT A SHITPADDLE HERE

TA: hey KK your 2hiit seems even more flipped than usual.

CG: YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY.

CG: MY SHIT HAS BEEN FLIPPED SO FUCKING FAR IT'S SPEEDING THROUGHOUT SPACE, AND HAS RIPPED A HOLE IN THE SPACE TIME CONTINIUM, WHERE IT WILL CRASH INTO YOUR SORRY HEAD THREE SWEEPS FROM NOW.

CG: ANYWAY I DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME FOR METAPHORS WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ARSENIC POISON.

TA: 2traiight two the point huh KK.

TA: well ii cant really help you out much iim afraid.

CG: FUCK SOLLUX YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE HOTSHOT HACKER AROUND THESE ALTERNIAN PARTS AND YOU'RE SAYING YOU CAN'T HELP?

TA: eheheh dude you liiterally just explained why ii cant help.

TA: iim the hot2hot hacker you iidiiot what would ii know about poii2on.

CG: FUCK.

CG: OKAY DO YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT MIGHT OR ANYONE THAT COULD LOOK FOR ME BECAUSE FUCK SOLLUX I'M GETTING DESPERATE.

TA: okay KK even though you have told me ab2olutely fucking nothiing about what ii2 goiing on here iill take a look about for you.

TA: ii know you fiind AA '2spooky' or 2ome 2hiit liike that so ii can talk two her for you.

CG: THANKS SOLLUX.

TA: eheheh ii thiink thiis iis the most 2incere iive ever heard you be so shiit must really be goiing down.

CG: YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

CG: JUST… WILL YOU TRY, SOLLUX?

TA: sure KK.

CG: THANK YOU.

TA: eheheh two thank yous iin one conversatiion. thii2 log wiill be trea2ured forever.

CG: STFU.

-carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling twinArmageddons [TA]—


"Oh, Karkat…" There are many more conversations like this, and before Nepeta realises what she's doing she's scrolling through them all. His words start losing coherence around the second time he talks to Sollux, and by the time he's resorted to asking Tavros if he knows anything, there's more keyboard smashing than actual words. Finally she logs out of his account, a mix of emotions – should she really have looked through those? Bar the obvious guilt, of course, there's a sense of dread from reading the information the other trolls have come back with. Seems like stomach cramps, vomiting, headaches, breathing problems, and dehydration are going to be the order of the day for her, not to mention the overall effect all of that would have on her battered body. She's pretty sure Eridan's grim prediction of 'early midblood culling syndrome' is a little farfetched, thankfully, but Karkat's only been asking about the poison symptoms, never mind the wounds his other self has given her…

Still. He seems to genuinely care about her, and that's enough to send a good sort of twinge through her in spite of all this awfulness.

Anyway. Nepeta hasn't asked for Karkat's husktop to stalk his conversation in order to feel silly flushed feelings. She noticed centaursTesticle was absent from Karkat's stream of conversations, meaning Equius probably hasn't got the slightest of ideas as to anything that is going on. Oh no, here's the guilt again… still, Nepeta knows she couldn't pawsibly tell him exactly what's going on. For one thing, she's not entirely sure how she would put it into words, and also, well... she doesn't really want to get Karkat hurt. One mention of pain and there'll be a troll shaped hole in Karkat's hive.


-arsenicCatnip [AC] began trolling centaursTesticle [CT]—

AC: :33 *ac leaps out of the bushes where she has b33n hiding!*

CT: D - Not that I am not relieved to have you present in my data stream again

CT: D - But why must you introd00ce yourself in such a f001ish way

AC: :33 aw i havent b33n away for that long!

CT: D - Appro%imately three days

Oh. She really has been passed out on Karkat's couch for a while. How can she cover this up in a way that doesn't involve transforming lollipops and poison? There's no getting around the fact that she feels bad for lying to her moirail… with a small wince (thankfully from cringing rather than actual pain), Nepeta begins to type again.

AC: :33 oh! i apawlogise for that

AC: :33 you s33 i have b33n f33ling a little pawly lately and i have not b33n conscious enough to use my paws to pad out a chat :((

CT: D - Oh sh00t

CT: D - E%cuse my language

CT: D - But that is distressing to hear

CT: D - I feel if I were to try and take the matter of your general wellbeing into my hands however that would not do much g00d

Oh no. Now she feels even worse. If Nepeta had her hat she would be chewing on it as she cringed, hardly daring to look at the screen. When she closes her eyes, however, she feels like she might never open them again. Seems that the warnings Karkat was given are coming to light – she feels absolutely exhausted. Her stomach is tame for now, simply giving a quiet groan now and then, and her shoulder wounds from Karkat's sickles don't feel too bad – she doesn't really want to consider them any more nor trying moving them too much – but her mind is gradually becoming overtaken by a dark sort of fog that the exhausted troll is all too happy to indulge.

CT: D - Nepeta

CT: D - Nepeta

CT: D - Are you still present


Your name is Nepeta Leijon and you are kissing Karkat Vantas.

There's a sickly sweet smell in the air, drifting and filling the air around your head, but you barely even notice as your lips slide over Karkat's. A grey hand tangles in cherry red hair, knotting and threading strands through your fingers. Your breath ghosts against the other troll's skin as a small giggle escapes, trailing off in a happy sort of mewling sound as your eyes open halfway to steal a glance before sliding shut again.

Then suddenly, a sharp pain in your mouth.

Your name is Nepeta Leijon, and Karkat Vantas has just bitten your tongue off.

Instantly a warm liquid wells up in your mouth and you stagger back, gagging and choking as it begins to seep down your throat. Karkat's spitting something out, a twisted grin on that pale face of his, but you don't even want to consider what that dark object was. You go to speak, maybe shout or cry, but no noise comes out, breath somehow coming out in a wheeze around the blood pouring down your throat. You fall to your knees at Karkat's feet, coughing and coughing as much olive liquid up as you can there, but the sheer volume is overwhelming, constricting your throat and making you gag as you try to breath around it.

You can still taste something metal in your mouth as your eyes slide shut, your last sight being your own tongue at Karkat's feet.

Candy is orange,
Cherries are red,
Karkat's a trickster
And Nepeta is dead.


Your name is Nepeta Leijon and you're back in your hive.

Your tongue feels strange in your mouth, and you wriggle it around a little to make sure it's definitely there before you begin trying to accept your location. It's definitely your cave. Pounce is there, and the drawings on your shipping wall are as vivid as ever. You're even wearing one of the pelts from your hunts. Still, you're unwilling to let your guard down at first, but when Pounce stirs and opens one eye lazily to look at you, you begin to relax. Strange how home comforts can do that to you. Strange how they let down your guard.

It's then you realise that Pounce isn't looking at you, rather, at someone behind you. A sickle greets you as you spin around, making a whooshing sound as it slices through the air and slams down into the sleeve of the pelt you're wearing. Automatically you scream, but when you feel no pain, you realise the weapon has failed to pierce your actual skin, thanks to the fur.

Until Karkat moves the blade and you realise the pelt is your skin, the curved blade sliding neatly under your pelt and slowly, agonisingly slowly, beginning to peel it away in strips. The pain kicks in then, a horrible ripping feeling that sends shoots of pain all up your arm and throughout your whole body. Karkat doesn't even break his pace as he brings his other sickle down your other arm, the two blades working together to change your arms into nothing but a mess of olive and grey. At least, you think so – your arms are nothing but a blurry, hazy mess in the corner of your eye as you writhe, struggling to get away from the other troll who's holding your arms prisoner.

Then all of a sudden they're released, but there's no time - Karkat's moving on. In your tear filled eyes the sickle appears to move in one smooth, grey sweep to lodge in your shoulder, lodging in your shoulder this time. If anything the blades have got sharper – one motion of Karkat's arm and the material covering your chest is gone, the rush of air to your torn open skin a horrible sensation. Movement after movement and layer after layer of your skin is torn away, your pleas for Karkat to stop falling on deaf ears until what garbled speech you could do is cut off by an awful ripping sound, the most excruciating pain yet shooting through the chasm that was your chest.

Candy is orange,
Cherries are red,
Karkat's a trickster
And Nepeta is dead.


Your name is Nepeta Leijon and you are in your moirail's arms.

"Equius!" For once it's the troll comforting you and not the other way around as you twist around in his arms, half expecting them to slide straight through a hole or two in your chest. This is a rather strange situation for you to be in – normally, despite your best playful efforts, Equius always insists that you stay away from his incredibly strong arms in case of bruises. But really, after this, bruises would seem like nothing.

"Nepeta?" Hearing the concern in his normally aloof – ahoof? Teehee - voice is strange, and it only serves to make you more panicked. Is your tongue missing, leaving an empty hole in your expression? Are your chest and arms still hacked open? No, you're in one piece. Still the panic remains, you twisting and turning in Equius' lap like a terrified cat until you finally slide between the muscles. Finally you dare to speak. "E-Equius!"

"Nepeta, stop this foolish wriggling and tell me what's going on." It seems like a harsh statement, but you know that's just your moirail's way of speaking. In a way, it's actually comforting. Glancing up at him from your position on the floor you can see a sweat breaking out on his forehead, a small amount of light allowing you to see his concerned eyes behind those dark glasses of his. He's opening his mouth to speak again but instantly you shoot up, scrambling to cover Equius' mouth. "N-no! Don't say anything! He'll hear us!" Equius doesn't even have to ask who – you're already talking, the words spilling out of your mouth as panic takes over. "I-It's Karkat! I don't know what's made him like this, but he's brutal! It's Hell!"

You can tell the other troll is concerned. He doesn't even scold you on your use of language. There's a rustle as he gets up, face twisting into a determined scowl. "I shall ensure we are protected. I may not be fully aware of the situation, but for now, Nepeta, I suggest you hide." He doesn't have to tell you twice. You're already scrambling away, hands sliding along the metal floor of Equius' hive, already thinking of possible places you could curl yourself into. There really is no time to waste. Who knows how long it will before the candy coated troll turns up.

Turns out he was already here.

You barely get anywhere before Equius' has turned around, muscles in his arm rippling as he grabs yours and twists. A sickening crunch rings through the air along with your scream, head whipping around to look at Equius with an expression of wild confusion. His own expression hasn't changed, seeming almost innocent as he holds onto your totally useless arm. You daren't even look at it – your moirail's strength has brought bone to the surface. "E-Equius!"

"Nepeta." It's barely even an acknowledgement. He moves for your other arm but you're not letting him break that one too, jerking it away with a scream. His only reaction is to use your broken arm as a handle to spin you around, setting up a headlock and constricting your throat. The sweat on his grey skin is even more prominent now, and you can see why – as your frantic gaze lands on Equius' face the sheen somehow grows bright, covering him entirely, before it fades away to be replaced by an sickeningly familiar face.

Thankfully you don't get to see it for too long before the muscles Karkat has somehow retained ripple, easily snapping your neck.

Candy is orange,
Cherries are red,
Karkat's a trickster
And Nepeta is dead


He's pinning you to the wall, holding your hand as yours grips his sickle in a mockery of a handhold as he forces you to slice yourself this time.

Candy is orange

He's rallying up all of your friends, all of them becoming dipped in colour one by one until you're surrounded by your own friends, all intent on taking a lump out of you.

Cherries are red

He's pinning you down in the harsh Alternian daytime, whistling to the beasts and laughing at them to come join the party where you're the entertainment.

Karkat's a trickster

And Nepeta is dead

Nepeta is dead

Nepeta is dead

Your name is Nepeta Leijon and you are taking revenge on the troll that has tormented you so.

One swift movement and clawkind is utilised, blue blades extending from your hands and slashing through the air to knock Karkat back onto the floor. Oh, why has it not occurred to you before to use your claws? They slash through the air, one two, one two, leaving beautiful cherry red gashes on the flawless pale skin. He's yelling out but you are relentless, turning your hands palm up and swiping your hands through the air in a hook like fashion, claws sliding underneath Karkat's ribs with a snick. Still you don't pause, using Karkat's ribs as handlebars and letting a hiss escape as you hoist him up. That red liquid is beginning to trickle down his chest now, seeping downwards and staining each and every stripe on his top.

But not fast enough for your liking.

He's shaken off your claws like a fish from a line to let them descend one again, the darker side of your troll subconscious taking over once again to hack and slash and pierce. Karkat's chest is opened, his legs punctured, mouth slashed open in a jagged smile so wonderfully far from the twisted smile he's been tormenting you with. The stomach cramps return to your mind and his stomach takes a clawing, a long curve following the shape of his insides appearing along his skin. This Karkat Vantas is nothing but a punchbag to you; a grey inflatable toy for you to take revenge on at your leisure.

Grey.

Wait.

Wait.

Now you're screaming, the dark thoughts receding like a dark retreating cloud as you clamp your hands to your mouth, claws withdrawing as you scream. Karkat's reversed to his normal self, staring up at you with horror as he weakly clamps one hand to an eye you nearly hooked out. No, it's not even horror – something that looks almost like Nepeta. Judgemental, as if to say why, Nepeta?

Why, Nepeta?

Why, Nepeta?

"Nepeta! Nepeta!"

She's still screaming, legs practically covering her mouth they're that hunched up on the couch. Someone's touching you, presumably Karkat – no, it can't be! She tore his arms apart at the shoulders, nearly ripped them from his body! He's trying to calm her, making some sort of noise that's presumably meant to be calming alongside swear words, but Nepeta's thrashing too much, arms and legs flying and knocking him back. When he hurries out Nepeta hardly notices he's gone, continuing to scream at the images playing back in her mind like the worst movie reel in history, until she's abruptly cut off by something warm and slimy hitting a tongue she shouldn't even have.

"K-Karkat! Karkat!"

"Just eat it!" Not a chance! Not after what he last fed her! Instantly Nepeta gags, at the strange substance or the memory she can't tell, fighting Karkat so much that he has to spell out what's going on and gently prompt her mouth shut. "It's soper slime! Motherfucking miracles!"

Oh. Oh. He's trying to calm her. Nepeta's so stunned that it's normal Karkat trying to help her that her mouth stops screaming, allowing the slime to easily slide down her throat. It actually feels quite nice on the rawness, and Nepeta manages to take a few calming breaths, though one glimpse of Karkat undoes all of that good work. "You- you were- my tongue- your mouth- chest-"

Karkat swears loudly, watching Nepeta's panic stricken face. "Fuck, you haven't been in a recupracoon for three days! Fuck! No wonder your dreams are going batshit!" If he says more Nepeta doesn't pick up on it, the soper slime beginning to tune her ears out from the world around her and dulling everything into a hazy sounding sort of mess. It's almost melodic. Her head lolls along the couch arm to look at the still ranting Karkat, at himself or her she can't tell, until he cuts off with a sad sort of sigh when he sees her face. He looks like he's about to burst into tears, but Nepeta can't understand that. Everything's fine! She's totally at peace. Oh, and now he's picking her up, Nepeta giggling as she rolls over in his arms, nuzzling her face into his chest with a happy sort of hum. All worries, injuries, thoughts of trickster trolls – gone.

"Mm, Karkitty… you're warm." She's not sure if he heard that. His shirt is quite fluffy, causing her to wrinkle her nose. "You're warm!"

"It's a fucking wonder." His voice doesn't sound harsh. If anything, it sounds quite sad. A giggle escapes from Nepeta's lips, though she's puzzled by a feeling of wetness that the action prompts. "Karkat? What's the liquid?" It's not helping the slight slurring or your voice.

"…'S blood. You were biting your lip." The idea of blood coming out of her mouth sends a small single of panic through her head, though it's quickly forgotten in favour of another feeling. Karkat's sliding Nepeta into his own recupracoon, the soper slime enveloping her body and feeling even warmer than Karkat. Speaking of the other troll. Her half open eyes spy him leaning over, sliding shut again as she feels his lips move against her forehead. "I'm sorry. For being such a fuckup. Shit, I'm gonna sort this. You watch me."

And she's not sure, but he may have moved his lips in a small kiss just before she falls asleep, her forehead tingling.


One of these days I'll end a chapter without Nepeta passing out.

Today is not that day.