In the Arms of the Angel
Ugh that bump is going to be there all morning. :/. Karkat slowly gains self control, sitting up slowly so not to startle her. Pointy ears, fangs when he speaks, yeah he’s some kinda bloodsucker all right. Well. Half of one.
She smells so nice….no bad thoughts. (If he could get a sip. Kar no.) The lump on his head is barely the start of the bruises and cuts he’s covered in, more a function of getting in fights and controlling crowds all day. Or at least trying to.
…”Um. Yes please, ma’am. Sorry…I’ll pay for anything I broke…”
Ah yes the military Politeness to Ladies that was drilled into him.
“So…where am I?”
Right, Ice then. You scoot around him and glide into the kitchen space to start fishing out ice into a baggie though you expect he could very well use more than that after getting a proper look at him.
“Just on the edge of the City.” you say loud enough for him to hear, but still managing to keep your words soft while you rummage for an extra cup. “I brought you here after your, ah, Festivities, got you into a bit of a tight spot.” he could probably hear the smile in your words towards the end there. Really, when you weren't actively dragging him down the streets, the whole idea was relatively funny, but the fact that he wasnt yelling and screaming for waking up somewhere he didnt know or still in some kind of intoxicated stopor did held the mood some.
You come back in with ice wrapped in a towel and a cup identical to yours which you set on the table with one hand, the other hand going right to his head with the ice while you tutted under your breath. There was little to no fear there, even as blantantly obvious as he was being with this breed; just a fussy sort of tug to let you get a better look at him. “now where else does it hurt?”












