itsdrunknaya started following you

:/

You Smell Sour.

> Atakam: babysit

righteoussuffering:

> You’re surprised by the wriggler’s interest, but you smile and scoot a little closer so that you can offer your wrists to the investigation of his tiny hands. The only feeling you retained on the scarred parts was pressure, and even then they had to be gripping your wrists for it to register. The blackened, regenerated skin stretched taut across the three-inch-wide scars is like thin vellum, hot and completely smooth to the touch, and wrinkling when you move your hands.

of course you can touch.

these scars are from burns. i was clasped in hot irons, and it took a long time to heal over.

Oh Wow. Neat!

> You just have absolutely no sense of pain do you? The scars feel weird though, and you idly wonder if all scars felt like this. Eventually you would need to test this out.

Hurt?

> Atakam: babysit

righteoussuffering:

> You explained the scars to Karkat when he was only a little older, you figure. Sigh.

sweeps ago, i was…hurt, because i believe differently from everybody else.

> You always hesitate to use the word torture with young ones, even if that’s exactly what happened. Nonetheless, since he already noticed, you stop making an effort to hide your wrists.

i know that the scars look scary, and i didn’t want to frighten you.

Not Scary! Cool. Can Touch?

> You reach out your tiny hands to him, leaning forward as far as you can without actually getting up and moving closer. They looked pretty interesting to you, and you hadn’t seen anything quite like these scars. Tall One’s scars were different. They didn’t look black. Actually they cut across his face and he didn’t try to hide them.

You were around a lot of “dark” subjects and found yourself desensitized to the stuff.

> Atakam: babysit

righteoussuffering:

> Seat yourself cross-legged on the floor with him, once he’s finished his investigations of your crouched self, and smile.

atakam vantas. your temporary guardian.

> Leaning forward with your elbows perched on your knees makes you realize belatedly that your wrist scars are showing, thin, inelastic, blackened tissue over the barest amount of muscle and tendons needed for his hands to still function. Since this is not your wriggler, you cup one wrist in the opposite hand and lower them more to your lap. It’s a rather shit hiding job, all things considered, but then the wriggler had probably already noticed them.

I Knooooooooow That. Whatever.

> notice the scars

…What Happened?

Why Hiding?

> Atakam: babysit

righteoussuffering:

> SO. CUTE. Even with the honking. Especially with the honking? You don’t even know, only that you’re starting to miss when Karkat was this size. You withdraw your hand obligingly.

oh.

> Chuckle again.

my apologies.

> He’s not off the hook just yet. You skip around him (skipping and prancing like a baby goat was something you preferred to walking normally half the time) and look him over. Satisfied you sit cross-legged on the ground and look up at him.

So.

Who You?

> Atakam: babysit

righteoussuffering:

> Oh, you’re so not intimidated. Hah, in your timeline you raised Karkat from grubhood. You chuckle and ruffle the little darling’s hair.

i don’t rightly know myself, but if your mother left you with me then that means that she doesn’t think you’re old enough to go with her. you can ask her what happened when she comes back.

> SLap away his hand

Excuse You. Honk. >:(

No Touch.

> Atakam: babysit

righteoussuffering:

> Eyebrow raise at the language.

you’re a little young for language like that, now aren’t you?

> Like your own descendant was much better.

you can’t go home just yet, child. your mother had business that she needed to attend to.

> Smile warmly.

i’m afraid you’re just stuck with me for a while. but now, let’s see, i’m sure we can find some way to occupy ourselves.

>Cross arms angrily.

Uh Huh. What Business? Tall One Say Language. Learn From Him. Why Too Young?

> What a mouth on you! Your snappish behavior will certainly be punished if Mumma finds out you’re treating this man poorly.

> Atakam: babysit

righteoussuffering:

well…close enough.

> Remain unaffected by the wriggler’s disinterest. He can’t very well be expected to understand what’s going on, after all. Not that you really know either, but.

now then, are you hungry?

Not Motherfucking Hungry.

> Pissed off expression time. You’re not hungry, but rather bored. This was very ridiculous. Who even was this person? Mumma just left you with him with no regards to his background.

 GASP

What if he was going to cook you up and eat you???

Wanna Go Home.