tentacletrainer | Chapter 8; Action for Karkat

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Chapter 8; Action for Karkat

[[It is in the afternoon when she's finally able to get out the door to deliver the few Valentines she had made. Last minute plans had come up, causing her to be later than she had wanted, but she made due. Rose left a message for Hayate, informing him that her Pidgey, Pilcrow, would be delivering a valentine for him as well. Home made chocolates in thanks of giving her such perfect instructions.

Now, however, she's heading to a few doors in the hotel, grateful they all stayed in the same place. Jade is first, and on her door she hangs a bag of chocolates, tied with a purple ribbon - the only indication these are from her she will be giving her friends. Once it's secured, she moves on.

Because John and Dave were currently staying together and she planned on visiting John later, they would be saved for last. Instead, Karkat's door is next on her list, and receives a short knock. She saw his video earlier, and is hoping he'd be back by then.

This wasn't something she wanted to just leave and run ~~like he did to her, gee thanks Karkat~~.]]

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[[A hug? What? What is this? The smile was one thing, it was expected. Perhaps a little hope for but who knows. But a hug?

So it takes her a moment to catch up with the situation, but once she does it's her turn for a dark blush as she returns the embrace. You can tell she doesn't give a whole lot of hugs though.]]

Why are you thanking me? There's no need for it.

[Flushed or not with Dave, Karkat is not exactly a hugging master himself. Let alone someone who does it out of the blue like this. But damnit, this is probably the smoothest he's ever had romance go, so he'll hug his damn moirail if he wants to.]

[But, being him, he doesn't hold it terribly long either.]

I'm just... glad, alright? Even after stuff before, I kind of expected you to just make fun of me or pull some snarky horseshit on me and make me feel terrible.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't considered taking the opportunity to poke and prod about this.

...But I know this is important to you.

And that's why I made comment on just leaving like you had. If it were anyone else, I likely would not have taken it seriously.

[A frown at that.]

I hope you know I would've trolled the shit out of you if you tried it.

... And of course it's fucking important to me. It's a deep subject that I've been interested in for a long while, so if anyone knows to be serious about it, it's me.

[[Sigh and a palm to her forehead, but she's chuckling. Silly moirail.]]

Karkat, I just admitted how I am aware of it's importance to you. There is no need to give me reasons as to why. That would be something to do if I were belittling the seriousness of the subject.

... God damnit.

[Palms, smacking into forehead.]

See? This is why I wanted you to be my moirail. You're good at pointing out when I'm being a doofus.

Yes, well. When you make it as easy as you do.

[[Still amused, still chuckling. And now fingering his hair.]]

The gel is drying, Karkat. You will likely need to wash it out and try again now.

I do not make it easy, damnit.

[Huff!]

[And then--she's touching his hair? He freezes up a bit at that, but a frown is quick to follow.]

Fuck. Trying to do anything with this fucking hair is such a pain in the first place. Why does it have to be so fucking hard to get it to lie flat?

Really, you just need to know how to force it into cooperation. Would you like some assistance?

[Grumblegrumble.]

Yeah, since I don't know how else I'm going to get it to behave. Fucking hair anyway. It's Droog's fault I'm even bothering.

Come with me then.

[[And here she is, taking his hand and tugging him into the bathroom. And once there, she turns on the water in the tub, checking the temperature.]]

Do you mind if your shirt gets wet? If you do, I suggest removing it.

[Doe she have to lead him by the hand like that? He frowns, but makes sure to snatch up the comb in passing as they head into the bathroom. And then--the tub? His shirt?]

[He coughs, blushing.]

I'm not taking off my damn shirt. I plan on wearing a suit later anyway, so it's not a problem.

[[Turning the shower on, she steps to the side and snatches up the shampoo.]]

Okay, come here and get your hair wet then.

... For the record, this is not what I expected the first thing for us to do as moirails to be.

[But with a sigh, he closes his eyes and sticks his head under the spray.]

Well, as your moirail I am suppose to help you out, right? Surely that can extend past advice and keeping you in line.

[[Once his head is under the water, she reaches forward and does her best to make sure all of his hair gets wet, scrubbing at the bits where the gel has dried to try and loosen it. Once she was satisfied, he's nudged out of the water so she's able to apply a liberal amount of shampoo.

Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing. Karkat, your hair is going to be the cleanest it has ever been, ever.]]

I don't need a damn grubsitter, but I'll put up with it this time since this hair is such a fucking pain anyway.

[And so he does, letting her do what she will despite the awkwardness of the whole situation. He moves his head when nudged to do so, and lets her scrub to her heart's content.]

[[Snort of amusement, scrubbing still.]]

Karkat, helping you with something like your hair is hardly babysitting. If anything, you should expect it from a female friend. At least of the human species.

[[Satisfied, she rinses her hands, searching out the conditioner.]]

Rinse your hair, please.

Whatever. Still weird.

[But he rinses his hair as directed, being sure to be as thorough as he can. Running around with suds would hardly make him look good.]

[[And now he's being pulled around again. She is so pushy about all of this. Wringing his hair out a bit, it's time to condition it. This process takes a lot more time as she ensures there are no tangles and no left over gel still, combing it with her fingers to separate the strands.

Rinsing her hands again.]]

Now you need to wait before rinsing that out, so it actually works like it is supposed to.

[[Don't mind her, she'll just be going through your cupboards now, searching for supplies.]]

[Grumbling a bit at all this pulling and nudging and pushing. But he puts up with it still. He has to look ~dashing~ tonight. Once the conditioner is in and she's satisfied, he tilts his head up enough to look at her. It was starting to get stiff.]

How long? And what are you looking for?

Five minutes, perhaps. You're free to sit if you'd like. And I am looking for a hair dryer.

[[She was sure her own room came with one, so she continues searching.]]

Look in the cabinet under the sink.

[He takes a seat on the edge of the ~~ablution trap~~ tub.]

[[Following the instruction, she ducks down and looks around a moment before producing the object she had been seeking, placing it by the sink.]]

Thank you Karkat.

[[While they wait, she fiddles with his hair a little, seemingly scrutinizing it, much in the same manner a barber probably would.]]

Have you ever considered getting your hair trimmed? You have some awful split ends.

I don't care about split ends.

I just get it trimmed when it's getting too long, but usually I just let it do what it wants, since brushes or combs do about jack shit.

Well split-ends tend to lend to it's inability to be combed. If you cared for it a little better, it would be easier to manage.

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