YO LET’S DO THIS SHIT. (Nepeta)
Nepeta could swear she didn’t bump into him on purpose. She didn’t remember seeing him when she made a bee-line towards the kitchen at full walking speed. She blinked a few times when he took her hand away and stopped breathing altogether when he touched her nose. She swallowed and let her jaw drop slightly. She had never been this close in proximity to any troll except for Tavros, her moirail, especially not one so close to her age.
“No, it’s okay, I’m fine!” she said, snapping out of it, hand flying back to her face. “I mean, AC is fine! She’s okay!” She felt area around the bone start to throb, where her dark green blood rushed to heal her injury, and heat flush to fill up the rest of her face. “Don’t worry about it! I don’t-She doesn’t need a wrapping! She has gotten worse abrasions while night-hunting!” She ignored the pain for now.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened herself up and changed the subject. “So are you going to the kitchen?” she asked, gesturing to the kitchen with both claws, er, hands.
He looks from side to side, what has he read on what to do on these kind of situations? Oh yeah, absolutely nothing. BUT there were those trashy rom-coms to guide him, cheesy ass but romantic as fuck scenes they were. He scrunched up his eyebrows and took back his hand, eyeing the green pigment, presumably her blood. He starts to frantically mumble a bunch of words, it’s too early in the evening to be all verbose and hyper-like. He scratched the sides of his head,
“Are… you sure? Are you positive…? Are you absolutely, positively, super, sure?” He looks at her again and frowns. What kind of night hunting? He has been away from life for so long that he doesn’t even know the daily activities of the people around here. Wow, that is just, sad of him. He looked at her again,
“Well I guess I am now if we’re going to clean you up? But if not then I was going to head out there, in the, real world.” That was a little bit too much emphasis, BUT WHO EVEN GOES OUT THERE FOR FUN. Shit, he was loosing himself. He was going to be nonchalant if he ever ventured out there again.
Nepeta grinned at Karkat’s reply. She shook her head briskly and said, “No, I’m okay, really!” She regained her composure and explained. “I was going outside, too! Well, first to the kitchen, but then to go night hunting! That’s how I get my food and paint and pelts to sleep on!” She felt a tiny drop of blood go down her nose but quickly wiped it away without changing her innocent wide-eyed expression, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“Come on, let’s eat!” she goaded him, escaping into the kitchen. “There’s purrobably plenty furr both of us!” She opened the fridge to an assortment of food in colors and shapes she had never seen before. She pulled out something that looked like meat and some milk and set them on the table. Since she had only been to the kitchen once, she had no idea where the plates and cups were. She opened all of the cabinets haphazardly and finally found two of each and put those next to the food. She did this also for the forks.
She took the raw meat out of the package and put it in a pile on her plate, with the fork sticking out of the top. It was a bit bloody for her taste, so she decided to cook it a little. There wasn’t a fireplace around, so she stuck the plate with the fork still sticking out into the microwave. She heard it cooks food faster than open flame anyway. She pressed the “1” and it turned set the microwave to cook for a minute. She smiled at herself for figuring it out so fast.
He cocked his head to the side, “Alright, but I’m going to be keeping my eye on you, well, because the last thing I’d ever really want is all of my friends dying from blood loss, I, well, you’re my friend-okay-not another word ugh, but-” He trailed off to ramble some more, making a fool out of himself. However, he stopped when he noticed the droplet of blood traveling down the others face. He reached over to wipe it off but instead met Nepeta’s hand.
Quickly pulling back with a flushed expression which he wiped away with a head shake, he cleared his throat to clear the one-second awkwardness. Small, but noticeable. Like when you’ve ketchup on your shirt. Which was pretty disgusting anyways, in his opinion. He briskly followed her into the kitchen, wondering what was she going to make. He didn’t trust his cooking and nor did he trust most foods in that refrigerator; but maybe whatever she pulled out was worth tasting.
“Hey what are you making, Nepeta?” He made his way over the microwave, slouching his shoulders. Lethargy can go to hell. He hoped he could digest this, oh who was he kidding he was going to digest it. He stole some glances here and there and that’s when it hit it to him that he didn’t know how to interact with gals other than his mother. FUck.
Source: pillowthrowerkarkat
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