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[tis_allgood]

Who| Cuthbert and Open
What| Making poor decisions as he so often does
Where| Out and about in the arena
When| Now
Warnings/Notes| None now

Cuthbert and Karkat have been keeping each other safe and watching each other's backs. They're running lower on supplies now and Cuthbert has gotten more bold and venturing further and further away. He's carrying a knife and a somewhat unnerving smile and he's leaping out at anything he thinks he can scare or kill out of any good supplies.

To be fair, he's jumped out several times at things that weren't alive.

Comments

[maythrowup]

"Right." A nod at that, and he gestured for him to follow, with a hand... before promptly turning his back on him and beginning to walk.

Mistrust breeds mistrust, after all. So, he was gonna trust the kid.

"First things first; is it always like this? These 'Games'?" Because which plants would be useful depended entirely on location.

[tis_allgood]

Cuthbert already felt he had the upper hand in this situation, which meant he didn't have to take advantage of a conveniently turned back this time. He wasn't surprised to hear that this stranger didn't know much about the games, he certainly wasn't acting like he'd been in the arena before.

"They are always a confusing and stressful fight to the death, aye. But I suppose one can get used to anything if exposed to it long enough."

He wasn't sure what else this man wanted to know. If it was about previous arenas, he might have to be more specific. Some memories Cuthbert wasn't eager to dredge up.

[maythrowup]

"Getting used to it... almost a more horrifying concept than participating in it, or being brutally killed." A gruff sigh, and a grudging nod. "With no end in sight, huh?"

Less of a question, more rhetorical.

Well, that just wasn't acceptable.

"How long've you been stuck here?"