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There has been a constant click clacking of keys for the past week and a half.
Rose is knee deep into her new novel and hasn't really stopped writing even when she's spent the last four days complaining that nothing she writes is working.
She's usually hunched over her desktop in her work room in the basement, looking very much like a cryptid illuminated by her screen. When someone drags her out, she picks up her laptop or tablet and just bundles up and blocks everyone out with her bulky headset.
It's not really too much of a problem. She still eats when someone drops food in front of her, falls asleep the moment her head hits her favourite pillow, and takes showers when someone tosses clothes in her general direction. "Much better than the LaLockdown of '16 so honestly I don't think we need to bother her," Dave said three days in.
But the amount of furious key smashing and vitriolic mumbling was starting to get on Karkat's nerves. And making him worry about her well being.
So, on the eve of Day 12, he barges in her work room holding up his external hard drive and determinatiom in his stance.
Rose pauses mid-sip of her coffee and blinks at Karkat.
"... Good evening?"
"Upstairs," He orders, waving the hard drive. "Now."
"Uhhhh," her eyes drift to her document and scans it, already half dismissing Karkat. "I have to fix this scene. I think I know how to make it work and I'm on a great streak-"
"No. Fuck that. You said that five times already today and I doubt sixth time is the fucking charm." He waves the hard drive even more. "You need a fucking break before we have to clean up your brain when it melts out of your fucking nostrils."
"Thank you for your concern on the well being and placement of my brain, but I really do think I have it now."
Karkat snorts and rolls his eyes. "You don't. Trust me; you don't. You haven't taken a break outisde of sleeping and we can all hear you recording your scenes on your phone when you can't use your other shit.
"You haven't given yourself a break and you're driving your shitty writer car across the country on half a cup of creativity juice and you keep replenishing it with your fucking spit which gives you like two feet of movement and usually you forget that you had your car in reverse so it's not even helpful."
Rose blinks and stares at him for a beat. "Odd analogy for someone who doesn't know how to drive."
"Fuck off Lalonde- Maryam-Lalonde. My point still fucking stands. You haven't even talked about this with your editor so you don't have a fucking deadline to meet."
Rose clicks her jaw shut and idly plays with her sweatpants. "That... Is true, I suppose."
"Yeah it fucking is." He aggressively thrusts the hard drive in front of her face and waves it around. "Now. Break fucking time."
Rose blinks and notices the miniature playing card taped to the corner of it. She huffs quietly and makes a dramatic show of getting off her chair. "You have convinced me, Sir Vantas. You have me for two hours."
Karkat lightly bonks her and scowls. "Rest of the night or you're not getting garbage plate tomorrow."
Rose scrunches up her face at that. "But we've already agreed on it..." she mumbles. She glances at Karkat's raised eyebrow and sighs. "Fine."
The two make their way up and into the living room. Dave is already sprawled on one part of L-shapped couch, his customary bowl of evening cereal on his chest. Kanaya was focused on her DS before noticing her and making space on the other side of the couch for her.
She drops down next to her wife and before she could go curl up on her side, Kanaya drapes herself over her like the world's most fashionable blanket. She mushes her face on her chest and sighs happily.
"I'm glad you missed me, love." Rose laughs as she runs her fingers through her hair.
"While Karkat and Dave are very good at listening to my end-of-the-day rants, I do miss just flopping face first into my wife's boobs and just mumbling."
Rose snorts and presses a kiss to her wife's head.
The lights turn off suddenly and Rose turns to see Karkat push Dave's legs enough for him to sit on the couch. "I'm the boss of tonight's movies and we're watching 50 First Dates and none of you are allowed to complain."
"Can I take jabs at it?" Dave asks.
"How else are we going to appreciate it?"
"Fuck yeah."
As the first few minutes played Rose felt herself relax into the couch and pull Kanaya closer. She fell asleep to her brother's dead pan jokes, her in-law's criticisms, and her wife's quiet laughs.