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Honest to god, I never expected to continue this (purely because A - this was just a completely random spur of the moment kind of idea and B - ...I literally know jack shit about babies XD and researching it makes if difficult since they all develop differently to others) but what can I say, I like to entertain people :) though it would be much easier drawing (I draw much more than I write) but I'm not in the best of times to be drawing...not that writing is any better but it fools people into thinking I'm working! XD
okay, I'm boring you with my rambling so I'll stop
Chapter Three
Two months have passed since the grub had entered the Strider household, and there were quite a few changes. First, the spelling of the grubs name is now spelt with 'K's since Karkat looked much cooler than Carcat and like hell this little wiggler was gonna have an uncool name!
Dirk now knows what the hell Sopor slime was for when Karkat had reoccurring night terrors and the damn things body dried up and shrivelled like a prune after its second day, thankfully the gelatinous glop kept him calm and moisturised. Dirk couldn't afford a pod at the moment so he improvised by using glad wrap and a shoe box for the critter to sleep in.
Dave and Karkat…well, keeping them together was like putting a cat and dog in a very confined space. The usual scenario would be Dave babbling and Karkat hissing and screeching at each other followed by crying because he would hit the grub. The bloody thing was pretty sensitive and very deceptive, first it was being all cutesy and innocent when Dirk first brought him in (probably as a defence mechanism as Dirk was probably seen as a threat), now he's just a grumpy little bug who's either demanding attention or wants you to leave him alone. The damn thing just couldn't make up its mind, god help us all when the little bugger starts talking.
Actually, Karkat is in his foulest moods at the moment since he's began teething. First it was several sleepless nights of crying and screeching but in the end, the elder Strider just made it stay in its shoe box of slime a majority of the time, letting it out when he needed feeding, the toilet and just let it scuttle around for a bit of exercise. Irresponsible parenting? Probably, but it kept the angry grubs temper in order and gave Dirk time to look after Dave.
"Bro, Ba-ba!" Dave whined, Dirk who had been reading the newspaper lowered his reading material and saw his little brother struggle in the confines of his high chair to reach for his Sippy cup filled with juice. He cracked a small smile at how cute his brother was as he pushed the cup towards the infant and ruffled the pale blond hair as the baby began to guzzle down his fruity drink.
The morning was rather quiet; Dave had finished his drink and was moved into the lounge room where he would sit on Dirk's lap as they watched Sesame Street. Dave was always excited to see the red fluff ball that was Elmo, his childish giggling and hand clapping indicated as such. Dirk remembered the days when he was a kid and watching Sesame Street …back when Cookie Monster had cookies as an always food. Once the show finished, Dirk placed his brother in the playpen as he walked into his room to check the grub.
Walking through the messy room full of smuppets, clothes and other cool, manly junk, he reached his bed and pulled the shoe box from underneath. The box felt particularly light and once he could see, the box was missing a large chunk on the side, half of the green sopor slime and a certain red wriggler. There's was a strange groan and gurgling sound what was from under the bed.
Oh, that can't be good.
Dirk searched under the bed again, his hand patting the ground till he found something warm and slimy. He gripped it and pulled it out from underneath and held it in both his hands. Karkat had certainly grown in the last two months, now Dirk had to hold him in two hands; the little critter looked dazed and completely out of it, though his groan clearly meant that he had a stomach ache, especially since his mouth had the slime smeared around it.
"Oh shit." Dirk muttered, remembering from the troll selling the slim had said that the slime was not to be ingested since it acted like a drug. There wasn't a whole lot he could do but wait for the effects the wear off, though he had to admit, Karkat was kinda cute when he was completely dopped up and not being a complete pest.
Scratching the crown of his head, the drugged wriggler began purring and yawned. Dirk noticed a little tooth that had finally broken through the gums and he could see about 3 others that would be coming out at any time now. Well what do you know; they teeth quicker than humans, especially since Dave was now 9 months old and still had about 2 more teeth that needed to come through.
"Heh, you're pretty placid when you're like this, maybe I should have you on the slime more oft-"
Dirk was cut off by the grub coughing and hacking before he spat up a chunky red (and partly green) liquid all over itself and onto his hands, feeling the vomit ooze through his fingers, Dirk shuddered.
"Okay, that's gross little dude. *sigh* now I've gotta clean you up. Oh-oh god." Dirk hurried out of the room, trying not to let the red spew to drip onto the floor. "No-no-no-NO-NO-NO!" Dirk panicked as Karkat vomited again and was overflowing. Luckily, he made it into the kitchen before any of the bile dripped onto the carpet.
Dirk ended up dumping Karkat into the kitchen sink, almost instantly he turned the tap on to wash his hand clean. Karkat's head was flopping backwards and forwards, possibly still high from the slime that was still in his system, this made it easier for Dirk to clean the wriggler.
Well, until the grub started growling and sunk his only tooth into Dirk's finger.
Ouch!
I really dunno what to think of this :'D
just like everything I do, I just winged it
Hope you guys enjoy it