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[usedshooshpap]

Vanitas, would you fucking like to stop your constant need to squirm around?

Shut up, I need a minute to prepare

[ snort. ] If you tense up, you'll only make this fucking worse for yourself.

[ so, so dry. ] Oh, ha ha, you say that like it's not going to hurt. Give me something to bite. [ a beat. ] Your arm is preferred.

It will only hurt like the human conception of Hell for a few seconds, you big wiggler. If you need something to bite, then use your Vanillish. C'mon, Will. Get over here.

[ there's the thudding of footsteps followed by a low 'Axorrrr' from Will, Karkat's Haxorus. ]

I'm not biting that, it tastes like crap! And it's going to hurt long after you shove it back into place, idiot! Get me something to bite or I'm calling this off.

[ another groan. ] Oh my god. Fine! [ the sound that hits the Gear is Karkat digging through his bag. ] Take my extra shirt, shit for brains.

[ there's a grunt and Karkat starts again: ] On the count of three. One... Two - [ insert pop sound and a roar. ] Three.

FFUCK! [ that's a scream, not a yell. ]

Comments

[Voice]

[babel_hacker]

Just give it time. Wouldn't know how long since I never got my arm broken like that.

[Compared to being burnt, electrocuted, hit by ice, harsh wind, claws, however you describe Almighty magic and god-knows-what.]

[Voice]

[shadowdive]

Took about three and a half months to heal up enough where it wouldn't hurt to use it. [Oh he knows the feeling of all of those. Burns, electrocution, harsh ice, tornados, blunt weapon trauma.. yeah.]

[Voice]

[babel_hacker]

That's a pretty long time to wait. [There's also anything else under the "mystic" element. Poison is no fun at all.]