RUMBLE - SolKat

6 double A batteries, and i'm good to go
700 milliamps, i'm here 2 rock the show
6 double A batteries, to hear the music play
700 milliamps, gonna come your way


"Sollux, I swear to anything sacred left in this multiverse, if you cheat again, I will never play another fucking game with you ever.  Am I making myself crystal clear?"

"KK, I don't need to cheat to kick your ath to the curb.  Am I making mythelf crythtal clear?"

"Prove it."

And they're off, controllers gripped tight, eyes glued to the screen.  Their players are picked and the battle is about to begin.  Karkat shifts and casts one last scathing look over his shoulder at his rival which is met with a fanged grin from Sollux that reeks of smug confidence.

The psionic is lounging on the couch, his controller nestled in his lap.  Karkat makes a point of rolling his eyes before turning back to their impending duel.

He's lost count of how many times Sollux has used his psionics for foul play, but he always resorts to his psychokinetic crutch to get the upper hand.  Be it a friendly arm wrestling match or opening a damn jar of grubsauce, Sollux is all sleight of hand and it drives Karkat shithive.

Round One - FIGHT.

Karkat's body jerks forward until he is practically hunched over the little controller, violently thumbing the joystick and mashing the right panel of keys like a maniac.  His strategy lacks finesse and forethought, pulverizing buttons and pretty much going berserk in the hopes that he will blindside his opponent.

Sollux knows Karkat's sloppy tactics all too well, and he plays against him accordingly.

"Oh yeah."

Lasers and guns clash.  Karkat's controller rumbles noisily in his hands.

"Yettthhhh, yetttthhh OH YETH."

Karkat squawks indignantly as his character is knocked off his feet.

"Nn FUCK YETH GOT IT."

Sollux's outcries are not helping to mitigate his rising annoyance one bit.
He watches with mounting dismay as his HP meter drains.

"Mmm, oh yeth KK, thee that??"

Karkat grits his teeth and yips, "You're not even close to winning this, loser!"
Sollux moans behind him, and it sounds victorious, if not a little overly enthused.

"KK, I'm clothe.  I'm really fucking clothe—"

Sollux's character is wailing on Karkat, blow after blow inciting unhibited pulsations of the device.

His meter's in the red.

"GODDAMN SHITRINSING TAINTCHAFING—FUCK YOU CAPTOR."

"Ehehehe, nnnnng— oh OH FUCK ME—"

Sollux's borderline raunchy war cries snap Karkat's temper just as his sprite is KOed.
Flinging his still-vibrating controller, the troll whirls around to spit poison darts at his friend.

"That's IT, you slimey little—"  He stops dead at the sight that he beholds.

Sollux is frozen in place; he hadn't expected Karkat to look at him at all during or after this round.  His legs are spread wide, game controller suspended via psionics against his exposed nook, his free hands clasped firmly over each bulge coated in hot, saffron fluid.

And in spite of this compromising situation that should rightly scar them both for life, all Sollux Captor can manage is a cheeky grin, his face completely flushed with desire, and scoff, "Betht two out of three?"