[oh fuck a fancy penthouse I'M GLAD HE'S NOT IN THE DIRT
she makes such a huffy sound when she sees him all cozy up on the couch, and goes over to flop down on the floor next to it, in front of him. she is SO fussy. stressed out. people come back when they die here, but it's still so upsetting!!]
Nehan. [...] I'm sorry I couldn't stop him before he got to you.
[like this was her fault, with her hands full of kate]
anyway karlach you are so cute? but also, he's going to reach out kind of vaguely in her direction. before he answers, ]
I can't see, so I need you to show me where your face is. [ he does not sound bothered, he's treated enough of you fucks to know how long curse durations are. ]
[the way you posted this and immediately scien in another thread is like wow penthouses are for sucks
she snorts a bit when he reaches, and leans in? takes his hand and puts it on her face. he can probably hear her suck in a little bit of breath when she leans forward. like ouchie.]
[ yeah because he doesn't want to ride an elevator smfh
he doesn't smack her, but he does pinch her cheek and wag it a little in scolding. don't say sorry YOU STUPID BAG OF BRICK TIEF. ]
I wouldn't need to resort to violence if you didn't apologize for something so ridiculous. [ his voice is flat as a board, but does turn more somber after. ] ...Did you get hurt as well?
[WAUGH it's too late she's said sorry and she MEANS IT, except she gets pinched for her trouble. she's so startled by this motion that it takes her a second. she has not been cheek pinched in an age.]
-- Ow! [it doesn't hurt. she's just whiny.
and then, guiltily:] Just bruised bad. It'll heal. I didn't get ripped through or fucking shredded.
Lucas lost his shit. [she says, dryly.] ... Something set him off. Kate was worried that she did something, but I don't think she did. I think Lucas is always ready to snap.
[karlach knows that sort of rage, she thinks.]
He killed a couple people. Kanda, you, obviously. Boots. [ ): ]
...I think he's always been a fuse. I was just hoping no one would be the match.
[ but cyoa is a nightmare, and he's not surprised that it would come to this, though the whole thing leaves him looking morose. after a pause, he blindly pats up her face to lightly ruffle her hair. ]
Did you go and find him already? [ boothill......... ]
[she's going to go check on lucas later, once he's calmed entirely, but. god.
she startles a bit at the face pat to hair ruffle, and then sort of hufflaughs at it before patting his hand.]
Sat near the graves until he woke up. [like the lamest lovesick dork in the world.] He's alright. He can't talk, but he's not a mess of wires and metal parts, so I guess that's all I can ask for.
[not like she has nightmares of!! seeing that!! after she put a chainsaw through his chest!! it's fine.]
he withdraws his hand to rest neatly against his chest then, looking vaguely in her direction out of habit. ]
He'd be grateful not to wake up alone, sentimental bag of bolts that he is. [ there is no actual derision in his words, just weariness. they are so schmoopy but being a lovesick dork has its upsides. MY YEEHELL BEING SWEET ON THE MINGLE TODAY!!!! ] ...Even if it doesn't stick, it's hard to watch that happen to someone you care for.
He does a good job of the sentimental, actually, yeah! Better than all of you. [teasing, gently. sometimes you like a man who is just very honest about liking you and also draws you stupid stick figures of living on a farm somewhere in full view of everybody in the dead bar]
But yeah. Wasn't exactly happy that it happened to you, either. I don't want to kiss you, mind, but I'm very fucking upset that you got blown over.
[ bursts into tears over boothill's stick figures. they are so sincere and sweet that he's not surprised by this, scoffing lightly but without any heat. ]
That's because you're a sap too. [ after that though, he goes quiet for a bit. he's kind of given up altogether on deterring her from being nice, but it still clearly takes a second to wrangle out a reaction. ] ...Will you get fussy if I say it's fine? No one was going to stop Lucas in that state.
[ karlach could certainly help deal with lucas physically, but there was nothing any of them could do about how sudden and unpredictable it was. he has a very ~it is what it is~ approach to these things happening to him. ]
[makes a FACE but she doesn't argue, because she is, in fact, a sap.]
I will get a little fussy. [she says, tail swishing.] Nothing was going to stop him, you're right. But I can still be worried about you and how you feel about being killed, because even if you come back, it still happened.
I believe you if you say you're not absolutely fucked up over it. Just... I know it's rough.
[ he's told people much the same: the trauma of dying isn't nothing, even if it's temporary. it's still something frightening, something to unpack, an unanswered question of mortality. ]
...I'd come to terms with death.
[ mostly. ]
But maybe that was hubris. You know as well as anyone how difficult it is to train away the fear of dying.
[ it never really goes away. even when you're invincible—even when you're ready to die.
he pauses, then sighs. it could perhaps be interpreted as a scoff. ]
...Stubborn. [ he doesn't know if he's glad to be back, but he plucks at some fibers on one of the blankets here. quietly: ] But it's good to see you too, Karlach.
[she leans in, sprawling her upper half on the couch that he's sitting on, settled on the floor still.
that's good enough for her - she's just going to keep him company for a while more, chattering uselessly about things that don't matter, just so that he's not alone.]
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she makes such a huffy sound when she sees him all cozy up on the couch, and goes over to flop down on the floor next to it, in front of him. she is SO fussy. stressed out. people come back when they die here, but it's still so upsetting!!]
Nehan. [...] I'm sorry I couldn't stop him before he got to you.
[like this was her fault, with her hands full of kate]
Are you okay?
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anyway karlach you are so cute? but also, he's going to reach out kind of vaguely in her direction. before he answers, ]
I can't see, so I need you to show me where your face is. [ he does not sound bothered, he's treated enough of you fucks to know how long curse durations are. ]
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she snorts a bit when he reaches, and leans in? takes his hand and puts it on her face. he can probably hear her suck in a little bit of breath when she leans forward. like ouchie.]
Face is right here. Don't smack me, I bite.
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he doesn't smack her, but he does pinch her cheek and wag it a little in scolding. don't say sorry YOU STUPID BAG OF BRICK TIEF. ]
I wouldn't need to resort to violence if you didn't apologize for something so ridiculous. [ his voice is flat as a board, but does turn more somber after. ] ...Did you get hurt as well?
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-- Ow! [it doesn't hurt. she's just whiny.
and then, guiltily:] Just bruised bad. It'll heal. I didn't get ripped through or fucking shredded.
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...What all happened?
[ it was so chaotic, even before he died. ]
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Lucas lost his shit. [she says, dryly.] ... Something set him off. Kate was worried that she did something, but I don't think she did. I think Lucas is always ready to snap.
[karlach knows that sort of rage, she thinks.]
He killed a couple people. Kanda, you, obviously. Boots. [ ): ]
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...I think he's always been a fuse. I was just hoping no one would be the match.
[ but cyoa is a nightmare, and he's not surprised that it would come to this, though the whole thing leaves him looking morose. after a pause, he blindly pats up her face to lightly ruffle her hair. ]
Did you go and find him already? [ boothill......... ]
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she startles a bit at the face pat to hair ruffle, and then sort of hufflaughs at it before patting his hand.]
Sat near the graves until he woke up. [like the lamest lovesick dork in the world.] He's alright. He can't talk, but he's not a mess of wires and metal parts, so I guess that's all I can ask for.
[not like she has nightmares of!! seeing that!! after she put a chainsaw through his chest!! it's fine.]
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he withdraws his hand to rest neatly against his chest then, looking vaguely in her direction out of habit. ]
He'd be grateful not to wake up alone, sentimental bag of bolts that he is. [ there is no actual derision in his words, just weariness. they are so schmoopy but being a lovesick dork has its upsides. MY YEEHELL BEING SWEET ON THE MINGLE TODAY!!!! ] ...Even if it doesn't stick, it's hard to watch that happen to someone you care for.
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He does a good job of the sentimental, actually, yeah! Better than all of you. [teasing, gently. sometimes you like a man who is just very honest about liking you and also draws you stupid stick figures of living on a farm somewhere in full view of everybody in the dead bar]
But yeah. Wasn't exactly happy that it happened to you, either. I don't want to kiss you, mind, but I'm very fucking upset that you got blown over.
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That's because you're a sap too. [ after that though, he goes quiet for a bit. he's kind of given up altogether on deterring her from being nice, but it still clearly takes a second to wrangle out a reaction. ] ...Will you get fussy if I say it's fine? No one was going to stop Lucas in that state.
[ karlach could certainly help deal with lucas physically, but there was nothing any of them could do about how sudden and unpredictable it was. he has a very ~it is what it is~ approach to these things happening to him. ]
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I will get a little fussy. [she says, tail swishing.] Nothing was going to stop him, you're right. But I can still be worried about you and how you feel about being killed, because even if you come back, it still happened.
I believe you if you say you're not absolutely fucked up over it. Just... I know it's rough.
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...I'd come to terms with death.
[ mostly. ]
But maybe that was hubris. You know as well as anyone how difficult it is to train away the fear of dying.
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[...]
Anyway. I'm glad you're still here. Is it time for me to tell you my weekly I care about you, so you can scoff?
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he pauses, then sighs. it could perhaps be interpreted as a scoff. ]
...Stubborn. [ he doesn't know if he's glad to be back, but he plucks at some fibers on one of the blankets here. quietly: ] But it's good to see you too, Karlach.
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that's good enough for her - she's just going to keep him company for a while more, chattering uselessly about things that don't matter, just so that he's not alone.]