"Can we just sit the fuck down already? We've got to be on the wrong side of the airport by now," Karkat growls from behind you. You continue to walk, scouring the walls and floors and pillars between the seats.
"We're only a few gateth away. And not until we find an outlet, my laptop needth to charge."
"Who gives a shit about your laptop, I need to charge. I can't remember the last time I slept. While you were passed out and drooling like a barkbeast on sopor that disgusting human wiggler was kicking the back of my seat for almost the entirety of that thousand-sweep flight."
When you stop, Karkat runs into your back and growls, rubbing at his nose.
"Jethuth Chritht, KK, shut up. I found an outlet."
You kneel down to pull the power cord out of your shoulder bag and Karkat flops into the nearest chair, letting his backpack fall at his feet. You settle into the seat next to him with your computer.
"What's it going to be, another five fucking hours?" Karkat grumbles, leaning toward you to look at your screen, even though it's still turning on. "This is the shittiest place to spend all afternoon. The food is expensive as all fuck and tastes like processed grubloaf to boot, and the seats are basically rocks with minimal padding, and all these noisy grubfuckers and their constant droning announcements make it impossible to sit back, take a deep whiff of the stale, sweaty air, and relax."
"We could leave," you suggest, searching for a wi-fi signal. "There'th probably thome nithe rethtaurantth outthide the airport. Hell, we could get a hotel tho you can get your beauty thleep, god knowth you need it. But we'll have to come back thoon."
"Oh hell no, I would rather sit in this airport for the rest of my pitifully short lifespan, build a nice home here, eat at Burger Emperor every day, raise a family, die of fuel fume intake, and be buried beneath the souvenir shop than go through security again. You are a walking alarm. TSA probably breaks down sobbing whenever they see you coming. 'Hold on, jutht let me remove my laptop, and my PDA, and my watch, and my iPod, and' you know what, why don't you just take off all your clothes and run through the scanners naked so we all know you're not a walking bomb."
You sip the coffee you got as soon as you were off the plane. "Nah, you're the only one who would apprethiate the view. Bethideth, I am a walking bomb, I could hijack the airplane with jutht my brain and they can't confithcate that."
"Sollux Captor, scourge of the fucking skies. You are a terror to travel with, you know that?" Karkat leans his head against you and squirms, trying not to dig his cheek into your bony shoulder. "Well, no, I guess past-me was the bulgelicker getting into idiotic arguments with the flight attendants, so you're just the most abominable shitstain for putting up with me."
"Jutht go to sleep, KK." You pat his hand, resting on his knee.
Karkat's other hand reaches up to grab yours and, all complaints aside, it looks like he's already drifting off. "If you don't wake me up and we miss our flight, you're not going to live to see California," he mumbles.
"I'll wake you up when we thtart boarding."
It's kind of hard to type with one hand, but you don't let go.
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"We're only a few gateth away. And not until we find an outlet, my laptop needth to charge."
"Who gives a shit about your laptop, I need to charge. I can't remember the last time I slept. While you were passed out and drooling like a barkbeast on sopor that disgusting human wiggler was kicking the back of my seat for almost the entirety of that thousand-sweep flight."
When you stop, Karkat runs into your back and growls, rubbing at his nose.
"Jethuth Chritht, KK, shut up. I found an outlet."
You kneel down to pull the power cord out of your shoulder bag and Karkat flops into the nearest chair, letting his backpack fall at his feet. You settle into the seat next to him with your computer.
"What's it going to be, another five fucking hours?" Karkat grumbles, leaning toward you to look at your screen, even though it's still turning on. "This is the shittiest place to spend all afternoon. The food is expensive as all fuck and tastes like processed grubloaf to boot, and the seats are basically rocks with minimal padding, and all these noisy grubfuckers and their constant droning announcements make it impossible to sit back, take a deep whiff of the stale, sweaty air, and relax."
"We could leave," you suggest, searching for a wi-fi signal. "There'th probably thome nithe rethtaurantth outthide the airport. Hell, we could get a hotel tho you can get your beauty thleep, god knowth you need it. But we'll have to come back thoon."
"Oh hell no, I would rather sit in this airport for the rest of my pitifully short lifespan, build a nice home here, eat at Burger Emperor every day, raise a family, die of fuel fume intake, and be buried beneath the souvenir shop than go through security again. You are a walking alarm. TSA probably breaks down sobbing whenever they see you coming. 'Hold on, jutht let me remove my laptop, and my PDA, and my watch, and my iPod, and' you know what, why don't you just take off all your clothes and run through the scanners naked so we all know you're not a walking bomb."
You sip the coffee you got as soon as you were off the plane. "Nah, you're the only one who would apprethiate the view. Bethideth, I am a walking bomb, I could hijack the airplane with jutht my brain and they can't confithcate that."
"Sollux Captor, scourge of the fucking skies. You are a terror to travel with, you know that?" Karkat leans his head against you and squirms, trying not to dig his cheek into your bony shoulder. "Well, no, I guess past-me was the bulgelicker getting into idiotic arguments with the flight attendants, so you're just the most abominable shitstain for putting up with me."
"Jutht go to sleep, KK." You pat his hand, resting on his knee.
Karkat's other hand reaches up to grab yours and, all complaints aside, it looks like he's already drifting off. "If you don't wake me up and we miss our flight, you're not going to live to see California," he mumbles.
"I'll wake you up when we thtart boarding."
It's kind of hard to type with one hand, but you don't let go.