I just had to put Gamzee in here, a character I'm too obsessed with right now
Television - Chapter 3
A week after the incident and Karkat was discharged from the hospital, allowed to go home and cuss out the world inside his own home. Sollux was expectantly nice to his friend, forcing himself to ignore Karkat's full blown anger more than he usually did. The shorter troll had his arm in a brace, wrist set straight with a cast and his shoulder in a delicate, exposed position. It would take a few weeks for Karkat to heal fully, unfortunately the wound on his jaw was only a minor one, bruises and a chipped tooth, nothing big enough to keep Kar from ranting full on.
"Sollux, open this." Karkat shoved a bag of chips into his bi-colored eyed friend.
"That'th unhealthy, Kar," Sollux shook his head, "Here eat this apple. I'll cut it up for you."
"I SAID I WANT CHIPS." The troll shouted, a familiar anger that was, oddly enough, missed in the lonely household. Sollux and Karkat shared the second floor while John, Rose and Dave shared the floor above. The others lived around the neighborhood, the return of Karkat increased their visits, the house crowded every day.
"Take your pillth and eat the apple, then I'll open the chipth." Kar saw Sollux's eyebrows narrow down, realizing his friend wasn't going to let up.
"There's no motherfucking fun in teasing a bro that's all busted," Gamzee walked into the kitchen, he looked down at the two trolls, grinning behind his painted face, "Open the motherfucking chips and the bro eat what he wants."
"Gamthee, the doctor said Kar needth to be on a thrict diet. He needth his boneth to heal back properly." Sollux protested as the juggalo plucked the bag of chips from his hands and opened the bag, Gamzee helped himself to a few chips before handing Karkat the bag.
"You're motherfucking welcome, bro." The taller troll grinned as Karkat mumbled a thanks, "Where's the other bro?"
"You mean Dave?" Sollux raised an eyebrow, "He'th been hiding in hith room thince the accident."
"He didn't even fucking come to the ER with me!" Karkat shouted suddenly, dropping the bag of chips onto the floor, "Everyone kept fucking touching where it hurt and he didn't say shit!"
"Bro, chill. They probably didn't motherfucking let him in," Gamzee went to the fridge, taking out a cherry Faygo, "Probably the motherfucking germs."
"He could have come onto the van!" The troll shouted, insisting he had all the right to be angry at the blond, "All he did was...sit there...with me..."
"Then go talk to him," Sollux suggested. The bi-color eyed troll raised an eyebrow in surprise, Karkat never calmed himself down nor did he ever think things through but now he was doing both at the same time.
"I could if I could walk up the fucking stairs." Kar lost his cool once more.
"Well then arms above your head, motherfucker," Gamzee set his Faygo down, "We're going motherfucking bridal style."
"HEY!" The angry troll squeaked as Gamzee, a troll above the six foot mark, picked him up from under his legs, taking gentle care of Karkat's broken wrist and carried him up the stairs, "Put me down!"
"Motherfucking chill bro, I got you," The juggalo grinned down at his friend as they went up the next set of stairs, "I'll put you down once we get to motherfucking Dave's room, you dig?"
Karkat didn't answer, only allowed the clown troll to carry him the rest of the way.
"Wasn't so motherfucking bad, was it?" Gamzee flashed another grin, setting his bro down onto the floor. Karkat, glad to be out of the Faygo smelling arms, nodded his thanks and waited for the troll to leave. It was like watching a hulking tree makes it way downstairs, Karkat couldn't fathom how Gamzee got that immensely tall and he was just barely above the five foot mark.
It just wasn't fair.
"Hey assface, you in there?" Karkat banged on the door.
No one answered him.
"You crotchstained jerkshit, I know you're in there." He snapped angrily.
"Then why do you ask?" A voice called out, sarcastic as ever. Kar rolled his eyes and barged into the room, slamming the door behind him.
Dave's room was in between neat and tidy, it was...Dave, to put it in a sense. There were books neatly staked around his room, but in such a way it could be considered messy to some. There were clothes strewn here and there, but it was kept to a minimum. There were swords around his room, a few puppets, a couple of shades. Karkat couldn't put it any other way, it was...Dave.
"What do you want?" The younger troll spotted Dave on his bed, stretched out on his red covers and white pillows. He was flipping through some sort of magazine, of what Kar couldn't care to read the cover. The blond boy rested the magazine on his chest and peered over at the troll, taking note of his broken state.
There was a pang of guilt, small and impossible to break through Dave's cool carefree mindset. Although, Dave couldn't quite understand why he locked himself in his room ever since Karkat's incident. Or why he couldn't get himself to follow Karkat through the ER and try to comfort him as the doctors probed at his broken bones and bruised skin.
Dave couldn't fathom why he felt a tight pang in his chest as he stared over the troll again. He got up and walked toward Karkat, soaking in his bruised features. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared blankly at Kar, trying to rid himself of the tight feeling.
"Sollux said you've been here since the accident," Karkat said, "Why the fuck are you so depressed about it? That's what I want to know."
"I could hardly fucking answer that question myself, let alone tell you," Dave crossed his arm, clicking his tongue at the sudden sharpness in his tone, "Should I call Gamzee back to take you down?"
"I'm not leaving until you stop being a disdainful fuckmaggot." He snapped against Dave's angry tone.
Dave took out his phone and started to dial. Karkat lunged at him, quickly realizing Dave was about to call Gamzee back up here. Dave pulled back but put a hand on Karkat's chest, steadying the boy before he could break his wrist again. There was a thick silence between them, Dave could feel the younger boy's heart pounding underneath a bruised, underdeveloped chest.
Karkat did his best to not give a wince of pain. Dave let out a breath and started to pull his arm away from Kar but he felt a weak hand grab his pale wrist. The blond raised an eyebrow, Karkat kept his gaze blank and his face expressionless. There was a moment of understanding between the two, Dave realized Karkat didn't just come to find an answer to his pondering question, he wanted to come and be near Dave. And Karkat realized Dave wasn't really going to call Gamzee back up, it was just a little test for his reaction.
"Break anything and I'll break your wrist again." Dave finally said, his hand still pressed against Karkat's warm chest. Karkat gave a nod and trailed his hand off of Dave's wrist, lingering just around his fingers.
"I'll break your face if you try to touch me, pretentious fuckcrumpet." Karkat finally spoke, swearing at Dave's face.
There was a thin smile on Dave's lips as he wrapped his fingers around Karkat's for a moment, tugging him into the room. Karkat could only wonder why there was a warm, excited yet embarrassing feeling running through his veins while Dave simply enjoyed the new feeling, wondering what the new found feeling would make him do. Wondering what would it make the both of them do, to each other.
