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WHO| Cuthbert Allgood and Open!
WHAT| Food fight... sort of
WHEN| Afternoon on a day when nothing all that interesting is going on.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Minor injuries possible in this post.

It took some serious searching and luck and probably pestering various people who work for the Capitol, but Cuthbert has managed to get a decent slingshot to practice with. He knew he should have been practicing more of his close range and trapping skills, they would serve him better in a place where he wasn't likely to get the weapon he really wanted. But the temptation to practice with something he was comfortable with was just too much to resist.

Which went a little ways toward explaining what he was up to at the moment: firing unpopped popcorn kernels at anything he considered a worthy target in the Training Center arena. That included other tributes, so long as they had something interesting to aim at.

"Damn! These things are just too small."

He wasn't as accurate with the popcorn as he had been with the steel balls he used to use, but far less chance of getting in trouble this way (he hoped). It may not be wise to bend over until he has been disarmed or runs out of ammo.

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"Cry pardon, I was aiming between your eyes. Although, mayhap I hit a far smaller target."

He does feel a little bad though, he still thinks troll horns may be akin to genitalia. He is reloading, aiming a bit off to the side, trying to graze his shoulder.

This time it hits Karkat's throat. Oh. Oh this was the final fucking fodder blade. Karkat stomps over to Cuthbert and grabs him by the collar. "Do that again," he growls, "and I'm treating you like I would a troll."

There. Now Cuthbert can't go back and complain that his precious human sensibilities haven't been catered to.

He doesn't have any idea what Karkat means by that, but he knows what the words 'do that again...' mean. In this case they obviously mean that Karkat hasn't had enough corn. Which is why he pulls a kernel out of his pocket and flicks it right into Karkat's face. No sense in bothering with the slingshot when he's at close range.

Fine.

"You asked for it," Karkat hisses, pulling Cuthbert's face down via the fist in his collar and kissing him. Although perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he'd attacked Cuthbert's mouth with his fangs.

This is the only outcome Cuthbert wasn't expecting and rather than push away he just stands still, too stunned to fight back. When the kiss is over, he wipes some of the blood off his mouth and looks down at Karkat.

"This seems a less than effective method of fighting. You'll not going to do this in the arena, will you?"

He isn't willing to accept this for what it most likely is. Because why would Karkat (a BOY and an ALIEN) want to kiss Cuthbert (a BOY and a HUMAN)? That doesn't make sense.

"That wasn't fighting, dipshit," Karkat snaps. He shoves Cuthbert back, letting go of the shirt collar. "You've been flirting with me for fucking weeks and I am sick and tired of having to ignore it in deference to your tender fucking human sensibilities."

Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurs to him that Cuthbert has had no idea he's been black flirting, given how limited human romance is, but fuck that. Someone needs to tell him off before he gets himself into even more shit than he has already.

"I'm going upstairs. You can go fuck yourself."

"Flirting?" Cuthbert is totally shocked to hear that. He didn't realize that's what he's been doing, but now that he thinks about it, it's actually fairly accurate. He had been pulling Karkat's pigtails for a while now, this is just the first time he's being called on it.

But more than that... he's been flirting with someone who enjoyed it. And kissed him.

"Shit, wait!" He takes a few steps toward Karkat, not wanting him to be angry with him.

Karkat, who had already been stomping off in the direction of the elevator, turns around. "What?" he snarls. "Look, I can't deal with your beastshit right now, Cuthbert. You can't deal with my hate, it's too much for your pitiful human thinkpan, so I'm going to go and talk with someone who understands."

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"You're right, I cannot deal with your hate, not without understanding it. But I also cannot let you walk away knowing that I've ruined everything."

He grabs at Karkat's arm, he sincerely doesn't want the troll to walk away angry and ruin their tet before the next arena even starts. He's feeling extra guilty right now, this is all his fault, he knows it.

Karkat makes an inhuman cry of frustration. It sounds a little like "AAAUUUGH."

"Stop it," he says peevishly, pushing Cuthbert away. "You didn't ruin everything, you melodramatic fuckshit, I just can't deal with you right now without wanting to claw your eyes out."

Cuthbert wonders for a moment if that's just more flirting.

"Not here, there are other people around."

But then, it does seem fairly serious. He lets go of Karkat's arm and stops reaching for him.

"Go then, but I expect we'll talk on this again later."

"Yeah," Karkat says, huffily. "Maybe. I'll find you when I want to talk."

"Yeah." he says, turning back to his target practice. And then with a flatter accent than he usually uses. "Fuck you."

"You wish," Karkat says and then finishes his stomping off to the elevator.