thetiniestcancer: His sickles clashed and clanged, mighty swipes that could eviscerate anything that

thetiniestcancer: His sickles clashed and clanged, mighty swipes that could eviscerate anything that stood in his path. He was speed, he was fury, he was a living blur of flashing red and the glint of life-ending steel. With a roar that filled his whole body, the curved blades carried out the echo of his battlelust … … Only to pitifully scrape against white wall he was striking. Even though he had been at it for roughly an hour, there were hardly any marks to show his progress save for a few scuffs (that he was secretly proud of at least). Leaning against it tiredly, Karkat huffed, hands on knees. “ALRIGHT, I THINK I’M DONE PRACTICING FOR NOW.” “Are you sure?” A gentle, if booming, voice called down with a rumble. Above him, Ms. Paint leaned over to peer down, setting aside a book she had been reading and a cup of tea that chinked against the cup it was placed upon. “YEAH, I AM. THANKS FOR LETTING ME TRAIN, ERR, ON YOU. THE DUMMIES AT HIVE CAN’T EVEN BOTHER TO BE HELD TOGETHER ANYMORE, AND WE CAN’T AFFORD NEW ONES.” “Oh it’s no problem at all Karkat honey!” Paint reassured, winking and knocking a closed fist against the side of her body, creating a dull rapping sound like hitting a door. “Carapaces are tough, and even at your size I’m sure you couldn’t hurt me. I’m happy to help! Though if you scuffed anything, I may have to charge you a pedicure to make up for iiit.” Giggling as she stated such, wiggling the monolith he leaned against playfully that knocked him over in the process. “YEAH …” He grumbled, standing back up. Hopefully what he left behind were too small marks for her to properly notice. “IF IT’S ALL THE SAME TO YOU, I’M GOING TO HEAD BACK. SAME TIME THIS WEEKEND?” “Now hold on,” Spoken sternly. “You need to properly rest after such strenuous exercise! It’s not good for your muscles if you don’t.” “WELL DUH. I’M GOING TO HEAD BACK HIVE AND REST THERE-” “I insist you stay here before fully recuperating. Who knows what toll transportalizing could do.” “I’M SURE-” “Here, let me help, sugar-speck.” With more seismic rumbling, the entire mass that he had been too small to properly see now rose to fill the whole sky, encompassing his view entirely. Paint’s sole hovered above only momentarily before descending with its vast shadow darkening the world around him like some great eclipse.  The alabaster behemoth of a foot lowered softly and slowly, and even then he could never properly hope to outrun it considering the two factors of it being on a grand enough scale to ever avoid, and the second being he was just too tired and even felt like accepting his face. With the overbearing mass pressing down upon him, surprisingly soft, akin to a marshmallow, Karkat sighed as he felt smothering immobility overwhelm him while Paint’s playful giggles echoed dully. (( Soooooooo good 38D )) -- source link

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