[accidental video/action] Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?

[hamburellakind]

[The video starts abruptly, showcasing John's back as he walks-- something that's a little rare for him, what with the god tier flying and all --down the hall. His movements are slow and his steps are small, almost like he's not all that convinced that he wants to move forward in the first place. His hands fidget around, picking at his pants before floating up to grip the opposite elbow. The gesture seems to be his feeble attempt to keep himself from trembling anymore than he is already.

A sharp, high pitched noise tears from John's throat, and the feed ends.]

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action forever

[forevercapslock]

[Karkat's heading back inside FINALLY, which is awesome because aslkgjdfh troll allergies. He hates flowers. He hates them so much. Especially when he has to sing to them. He's going to cull every god damn hey there's John and it looks like ocular leakage is going to commence.

Karkat stops, watching John, not sure what to do. This human emotion called friendship is super complicate. :(]

...What is it?

[hamburellakind]

[John blinks, not exactly able to see through all the tears at this point. But the voice, even when it's not yelling, is easy to place, at least.]

I dunno.

[forevercapslock]

So why are you wandering around and weeping like a grub without a lusus?

[hamburellakind]

I'm just...really really...

[Sssssssob,oh he can't, he can't talk, talking is too painful.]

[forevercapslock]

[Karkat's mood is swiftly shifting from irritated to weirded out.]

Stop that! You're really what?

[hamburellakind]

I dunno. Depressed?

[He rubs at his eyes a little.]

I dunno. I'm not a psychoanalrapist or whatever like Rose...too dumb for that.

[forevercapslock]

....A what?

[urnewkingbitch]

where are you

[hamburellakind]

[John tries to reply but the words come out mushy so he temporarily switches to text to tell Dave the nearest room number.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave's there in less than a minute, doing the hugging comfort thing that he's starting to get a tiny bit better at.]

[hamburellakind]

[John hiccups and gasps into Dave's shoulder, trembling and clinging on.

This would actually be easier to deal with if he had any idea what exactly he's upset about. Right now it just feels like everything is terrible.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[He glances around, and, with a shrug, he takes John into his arms and sits down, placing the other boy in his lap. Deciding that this might be one of the very rare situations that call for it, Dave completely relaxes his control over his accent, and just...drawls thickly in a soft tone of voice.]

Hey, what's up?

[hamburellakind]

D-don't know...

[John curls into Dave, embarrassed by how out of control he feels. He almost doesn't want Dave to see him this way, and he's never been quite that self-conscious about his weak points.]

Just...sad.

[Action forever]

[forgottenmother]

[Ammy follows John's scent, trots over to him, and presses up against his side. She looks up at him with concern, softly whining at him, as if to ask, "What's wrong?"]

[hamburellakind]

[John kneels down and sort of flops over into the warm furriness that is Ammy.]

I don't knoooow. I'm just so...nngh.

[forgottenmother]

[She nuzzles his head, gently encouraging to pour out his heart and soul if he needs to.]

[hamburellakind]

[So, he does.]

I'm really really dumb. And stupid. And Dave probably doesn't even like me. And I think my dad is dead. And maybe Rose too, since she left and hasn't come back. And it's probably my fault because I wanted to play the game! So I'm just all around terrible in every single possible way.

[forgottenmother]

[Ammy licks his neck gently. She gives him a kindly, loving look, and there's a hint of sympathetic sadness. She hates it when her kids hurt like this, the kind of hurts that blaming oneself leaves behind, even if it's not him/her at fault. The wolf can't do anything about it, except to be a pillar of support. Ammy encourages him to say more if he wants to, if there's still more. She won't judge, will never judge.]

[hamburellakind]

[John holds on to her, fingers tangling in her fur as he sniffles and sobs. He doesn't know what it is exactly that is making him so sad, but being a dumbass loser is as good a reason as any.]

I'm th-the worst...

[video]

[insidethechimney]

What's wrong? Where are you? I'll bring games and snacks and hugs!

[hamburellakind]

'mnear the kitchen.

[insidethechimney]

[A pink blur whooshes past John, then retracts and stops in front of him.]

Do you want a balloon animal?

[hamburellakind]

[John sniffles, straightening up as much as he can.]

Can you make them?

[insidethechimney]

Sure! Watch.

[Balloons start to rise out of her satchel as she quickly opens and closes it. A few deft leg movements later and she presents John with a balloon dragon. She hands it to him.]

So do you have any requests? Or we could play a game!

[hamburellakind]

[John takes the dragon, staring at it blearily.

...He misses Terezi!]

Oooooh, I don't knooooow. A salamander?