[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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[forevercapslock]

[Karkat paps his lips very lightly.]

Shooooshhooshhshhhhh.

[hamburellakind]

[John looks puzzled and miserable.]

[forevercapslock]

Shoosh. That's enough. You are a huge dork, and that's o-fucking-kay.

[hamburellakind]

[John exhales.]

I don't know what happened.

[forevercapslock]

Did you talk to any weird bugs or anything?

[OH DID I MENTION KARKAT'S PART SPIDER? Whoops. Four spider legs coming out of his back, six extra eyes, that kind of thing.]

[hamburellakind]

[Good thing John's been crying so hard he's only noticing now.]

...Did you?

[forevercapslock]

You just now noticed? Clean off your glasses, Egbert.

[hamburellakind]

I was c-crying, douchefuck!

I talked to a bug, yeah.

[forevercapslock]

Well here's your first step: don't talk to anymore bugs.

[hamburellakind]

[Hiccup.]

'kay.

[forevercapslock]

Second step: Use these.

[He shoves a box of Puffs Plus into John's hands.]

[hamburellakind]

[John blows his nose repeatedly, dropping used tissues to the ground as he goes.]

Feeling sad is the worst.

[forevercapslock]

Correction. Feeling sad is the second worst. Having allergies is the worst.

[hamburellakind]

You have allergies?

[forevercapslock]

Either that or I am the sole target of some form of biological warfare put on by the lawn ring.

[hamburellakind]

Oh. That sucks. Not as bad as a peanut allergy, I would guess, but only because you aren't currently dying.

[forevercapslock]

Dying might be preferable. I can't go outside without sneezing every other word.

[hamburellakind]

[That sounds adorable.]

[forevercapslock]

...What preposterous thought is going through your mind right now, Egbert?

[hamburellakind]

...Nothing.

[forevercapslock]

[....]

...Well it seems like fucking waterfall in your skull has dried up. My work is done, I guess?

[hamburellakind]

You think it was the garden that did this?

[Stare. He must find a way to get Karkat near the flowers.]

[forevercapslock]

Or it's just a huge damn coincidence that an insect turned me into the for real spider troll and another one made you self-conscious for the first time since you were spawned.

[hamburellakind]

[Haha. Yes. The first time.]

We should go give that garden a piece of our mind!

[forevercapslock]

Oh yeah. That'll show it.