>Sollux: Be pissed

[a1a100]

Action, around Mayfield

[After this conversation with Karkat, Sollux found himself mad. No, more then mad, he was pissed. Whether it was because of his bipolarity that had him so angry or not, he needed some air. So, after promptly slamming the phone back on it's receiver, he took his cane and left his house. You can find him wandering around Mayfield, looking less then happy.]

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[2dvii2iion.livejournal.com]

[And Sollux is going to stumble back, tripping on a root sticking out of a tree nearby and falling down. But he's going to get back up and shove at Karkat.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[Swinging to punch Sollux in his ugly face!]

[a1a1000.livejournal.com]

[And it makes contact, causing him to bite his tongue on accident. He holds his mouth and glares at Karkat's direction. After his tongue stops hurting like a bitch, he aims one more punch at Karkat.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He's hit and he moves to hit Sollux back, but he freezes when he gets a good look at Sollux's fist, and the bright red blood on it. He doesn't think logically, that Sollux is blind and won't see it. The sight of the blood alone is enough to upset him.]

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

[a1a1000.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Oh fuck what?

[Why haven't you hit him yet?]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I'm bleeding, you fucking asshole!

[Yeah, he's obviously panicking.]

Shit, shit. Just...just fuck off.

[a1a1000.livejournal.com]

I don't see what the big fucking deal is, it's just a nose-bleed.

[Assuming that it's a nose-bleed.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh. You can't see.

[He's finally looking at him; the blood isn't much. There's some on his fist, a couple drops of it on his shirt. Disgusting, but fixable.]

Okay. I'm sorry I was being an asshole. I just...we need to clean it up, okay?

[a1a1000.livejournal.com]

I'll accept your apology and apologize myself but, why do we need to clean it up? I mean other then the fact that it's blood and kind of disgusting to just leave it on my fist.

[Then something hits him]

It must be because of the color, right? You want to stay anonymous for whatever the fuck reason so you don't want anyone else seeing it?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Yes. That.

[a1a1000.livejournal.com]

Fine. Let's go to whoever's house is closer and clean up then.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

My place isn't far. Come on.

[a1a1000.livejournal.com]

[So he's just going to casually reach out and grab onto Karkat's hand or arm or whatever.]

Lead away.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[He's stopping the bleeding with one hand held to his face, but he takes Sollux's hand with the other one and leads them to his house as quickly as he can.]

[a1a100.livejournal.com]

[And he's following right after, wishing that he could see or at least smell the color of Karkat's blood. He was quite curious.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[Once inside, he'll get a wet towel and wipe up the blood on his hands; then he'll start trying to get at the drops of blood on Sollux's shirt.]

God, it's not coming out. Sorry I bled on you.

[a1a100.livejournal.com]

I don't see why you're apologizing for bleeding on me, I was the one who overreacted and punched you.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I was being an asshole.

[Ugh, okay, it's finally starting to come out; he's feeling a little less panicked.]

Look. I know Dolorosa isn't dangerous or suspicious. This whole situation is just really complicated for me.

[a1a100.livejournal.com]

How is it complicated?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I don't really want to talk about it.

[a1a100.livejournal.com]

If you don't want to talk about it, you shouldn't have brought it up, you might as well tell me while I'm here.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I was just trying to apologize, you douche! I told you that you were right, I was being irrational!

[a1a100.livejournal.com]

I know you were being irrational and I accept your apology, now tell me what the fuck is wrong!

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I don't want to talk about it! It's none of your business, okay?

[a1a100.livejournal.com]

Fine, whatever. I'll probably find out one way or another anyway.