Your name is Karkat Vantas You believe you are around 11 sweeps old, because you've been told this, but you don't remember for sure anymore. You were taken from your home world of Alternia as a wiggler and raised on Earth in New York City, among humans, captive of one Doc Scratch, whose brand you still wear.
Until recently, you were extremely isolated, being trained and serving some mysterious purpose he has set out for you.
A sort of reprieve has been granted from the worst of this in the past year, which somehow frightens you more than anything you've endured until this point.
[Indie Karkat blog originally part of a now dissolved AU, will rarely be nsfw, instances of which will be tagged always and put under readmores whenever possible.]
John and Karkat: Celebrate your second anniversary
Takes place on 23 December 2014 [Part 4 of 4]
Karkat: "That's what Ithought." He grins slyly, pulling his matesprit in. This time, he allows his claws to dig in a little. He tries not to draw blood, but it's hard. Even his legs hook around John's this time to make sure he's not going to wander off again. No more distractions.
John: Definitely no more distractions. John's had enough of those tonight, and he is not leaving this bed unless the hotel catches fire. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration but he most certainly doesn't want to leave the Karkat's side.
He shudders when he feels Karkat's nails prick his skin, biting at his lips in return. He's not really in any hurry to get things going, so for now he doesn't mind just kissing. Before he was turned on and fairly desperate, but now they can go slow and draw things out.
Karkat: He's not in any hurry either, per se. His actions are possessive, not rushed. When he gets the idea John's got no intention of doing anything other than staying right there, he loosens his grip. His feet rub along the legs next to them, hands gripping just above his hips. There's some light biting in the kisses, but mostly they're longer, slower, more sensual than the needy ones from earlier.
John: John whines softly and brings one hand to Karkat's head, using his free hand to keep from falling on the troll. He runs his fingers through his hair like earlier, but this time he goes for a little more of a direct approach with touching his horns. He keeps it to light touching for now, far too busy kissing to focus on much else yet.
Karkat: He can feel the touches, and while they are nice, they aren't strongest enough to stimulate much on their own. That's fine. The intent is there, and it wouldn't take much to change that, which might be part of the point. His hands slide up John's sides, coming to rest along his ribs, not quite reaching his armpits. Thumbs stretch out, rubbing along his chest, but taking care to remain clear of his nipples for now. He is definitely purring again, but it's a deliberate action, as he's directing the vibrations along his tongue, which naturally is in fairly constant contact with his matesprit's.
John: John sighs into the kiss, settling on top of Karkat. He's sure he won't hurt him, as he is pretty tiny. He moves his kisses to his jaw, eager to leave another mark. Once he's accomplished that, he returns to his lips, smiling against him.
Karkat: John sitting on him doesn't hurt him in the least. The weight is actually nice and pleasant. As long as he's comfortable, he can sit there as long as he likes. Karkat arches under the attention of his mouth, a sound of contentment escaping from his lips. The claws on his chest drag into the skin as his thumb push to join up with his fingers.
The smile is met with one of his own. Pursing his lips with a quick kiss, he pulls back into a smile again. "Do you think you can do one of those that breaks the skin?"
John: His breath hitches and he presses his face against Karkat's neck, nodding. "I can do my best." He knows troll skin is a little bit tougher than human skin, but he's sure he can manage it.
He goes back to kissing along his neck until he's at his shoulder, focusing on one spot before biting down hard.
Karkat: "Thanks," he says with a smile. Shifting his head the opposite direction, Karkat attempts to pull the skin where John's putting his mouth as taut as possible. When he finally bites down, it's one of the least pleasant experiences of the night's activities, but that was expected. Despite the gritted teeth and slightly pained groaning, the troll's fingers thread through his hair, holding the head in place. When all is said and done, it will be successful, but wow did it hurt to get there.
John: It actually sort of hurts a little to bite him so hard, though he does like the tight grip Karkat has of his hair. Finally, he succeeds in breaking the skin. He shudders and loosens his hold at the taste of blood, sitting back a bit to look down at his matesprit.
"That was um.." He doesn't want to say he liked it, but he sort of did. Not hurting him, just. Marking him. "How's that?"
Karkat: He touches the mark, fingers holding up the bright red blood where he can see it better than on his shoulder. Not really having any place else to put it, he simply licks his fingers clean. "It's great," he assures him, ruffling John's hair with the hand still loosely tangled in it. The tone of voice sounded a little uncertain though, so he continues. "But I won't make you do something like that again if you didn't like doing it."
John: John blushes just about as red as said blood, leaning down to kiss around the mark, which is probably pretty sore. He rests his head on the pillow next to Karkat's. "No, I didn't not like it. I mean, it was nice. Or, not nice. Uh." He's awfully rambly tonight, and he knows it, so he gets to the point. "I like marking you."
Karkat: It is, but Karkat's had much worse, and he knew that would have to happen, so there's zero complaint. He does offer a brief, appreciative purr at the apologetic seeming affection. His hand travels with the movement of the head until he ends up stroking his cheek. Turning his head to face John's, he wonders if the other can see him smile. "I get it. Biting the shit out of me kind of sucked, but you like the result. So do I. I like having you claim me. I don't mind doing the same to you if you want, you know. I just worry about hurting you. Probably more than I need to."
John: "I may be pretty small, especially compared to you, but you don't have to worry too much about hurting me. I can stand a little pain. Might even like it a little." He leans in the small distance to kiss him again. "Would probably be a lot easier for you though, breaking the skin. Which I wouldn't mind you doing. By which I mean that I would like for you to do it." He kisses him between sentences, sort of excited by the idea of being bitten.
Karkat: "Considering I can basically break your skin by turning my head wrong, I'm sure it's easier." He chuckles, happily returning each kiss and adding one of his own in at the end that featured those teeth. "This is a bit of a weird angle to get a decent one in, but I promise you'll have some bites of your own very soon."
John: John grins and kisses him one more time before sitting up so he's back over him like before. "Mm, bites? I wish it were that easy for me." He runs his fingers through Karkat's hair and rubs at his horns lightly like before.
Karkat: "You know they could probably do something with cosmetics to make them nice and pointy if you really want." Karkat's not really sure what he personally would think of it, but he still points it out anyway. He'd support it if John wanted to do something unusual like that. He leans forward, simply kissing and nipping at his matesprit's skin, teasing him with the possibility of more, much like those fingers are doing on his horns.
John: "That would certainly be interesting. But I like my teeth." He turns to scratching his nails lightly against the horns, a little more firmly than before. "Plus, as much as I like /you/ biting me, I think I'd get tired of accidentally biting myself all the time." He leans in more so he can kiss him fully, biting his matesprit's lip and grinning when he lets go. "It would be harder to kiss you, too."
Karkat: He gives a soft moan, allowing his head to press into the touches. "Your teeth are pretty nice as is. And you'd learn to adapt, but yeah, I imagine that would suck a lot for a while." Speaking of sucking... After the kiss breaks, he nuzzles into the base of John's neck, shallowly sinking his teeth in, returning the favor of the mark.
John: John tenses up a little, but relaxes after a second, grip on the horns tightening. "Think that'll scar?" He almost hopes that it does, but he doubts that it's deep enough.
Karkat: He kisses the spot, chuckling quietly at the question. "Not a chance in hell. If you want one that does, I can try to make one that might. But you tell me where you want it."
John: His nails scratch at Karkat's horns more firmly, and he nods. "Kind of. I don't know. Anywhere you want."
Karkat: He murrs softly, studiously ignoring the scratching as much as possible, which is not the easiest thing in the world to do at the moment. "That was the opposite of helpful, you do realize that, right? But I guess I can pick if you really want me to. Exactly how visible do you want it to be? Is this something you want other people to be able to see easily? Or is this meant to be a private thing for you?"
John: "Um. Private. For now." He says, "Like, maybe on my hip?" He's blushing a little. Hopefully it isn't weird to his matesprit that he wants to be bitten a lot and maybe also scarred.
Karkat: It is a little strange to him, but it's no worse than some of the things that other people have requested. In fact, it's relatively tame. You stroke his hip fondly. "That's fine. You're going to have to sit a little farther forward on me if you want me to be able to do it."
John: "Are you sure you're okay biting me that hard?" He's a little nervous about asking him to hurt him like that. He does shift forward some though, staying up on his knees so that he doesn't crush his chest. "I don't want you hurt me if you don't want to."
Karkat: Karkat's hands rest on his lower back. His lips press against John's right hip. "I don't want to hurt you. I /never/ want to hurt you. But if you want me to give you a more permanent mark personally, it's not like we have a lot of options, so I'm okay with biting you. It's not like I'm going to maul you or anything," he assures his matesprit before sinking his teeth deeply into his skin.
It's a nasty bite, ripping and tearing into the flesh, pulling a chunk away with it. The hands on John's back press forward to make sure he can't pull away, even reflexively. If the bite itself doesn't scar, that bit should leave a mark. It's followed up by an immediate lapping of the blood and kissing of the bite.
John: He does try to pull away, fingers fisting in Karkat's hair. It hurts, possibly worse than most things that he's experienced. Tears well up in his eyes and he bites his lip to hold back the hiss of pain.
When it's finished, he ignores the blood dripping out and the absolute sting of the bite to scoot down his chest and kiss his matesprit hard.
"Fuck, that hurt but thank you." Now that it's not fresh pain, it stings in sort of the nice way that the bite on his shoulder did and he's getting a little worked up from that and the kiss. "I love you. So much."
Karkat: Karkat heard the stifled hiss, ears pinning back unhappily. He doesn't like that's an expected side effect. What is surprising is the kiss that follows, barely enough time lapsing between the two in order for you to lick your lips clean. There's a soft groan of surprise that escapes into it, and you wonder if he can taste any lingering blood in it.
"I love you too," you reply with a smile, "I know it did. I'm sorry. I don't really carry local anestheic around on me for weirdos who want me to bite them. But at least you seem to have rather enjoyed~ it." Do not think he didn't notice that, John, because he very much did.
John: He's blushing pretty hard, but he also doesn't care at all. He could indeed taste the blood, but it doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should.
"I may be a weirdo, but I'm your weirdo." He grins. "I'll be okay though."
Karkat: "You are definitely my weirdo. I wouldn't have it any other way. And I know you will." He pecks John's lips. "Any other requests? And are we good on the ripping into you with my teeth for now?"
John: "Mm, I'm good for now. Though you're free to do that whenever. Very free." He grins as he kisses him between sentences. "I do kinda wanna get back to making out with you though. And then get to having sex with you."
Karkat: "I'll be sure to remember that, but I think I'm good for now too. I'd rather have other bits of your flesh inside me," he purrs before doing exactly as John requests, assaulting his matesprit's lips with his own, sealing them together as his tongue seeks to explore the other's mouth once more
John: John whines into his mouth, tongue meeting Karkat's. Now that they've been at it for a while, John's getting very much aroused. He figures they've been at the foreplay long enough and reaches down to rub at the troll's sheath.
Karkat: He inhales sharply, claiming John's tongue and sucking on it. Legs spreading, his hips roll into the touch. The bulge is happy to re-emerge to play again, not that it's absolutely necessary. Rough fingers seeking out his sides, Karkat's thumbs rub across his matesprit's nipples. It's not fair for only one of them to have sensitive parts being toyed with.
John: His chest arches into the touch. John rubs his fingers against the tip of his bulge, squeezing it lightly between his fingers as he waits for the rest to come out.
He runs his tongue along Karkat's teeth, shivering at the sharpness that threatens to cut him. He can feel the bite on his hip sting whenever he moves too much, but it doesn't bother him. He breaks the kiss briefly to catch his breath, leaning back in to bite at his matesprit's lips when he's ready again.
Karkat: He grunts at the squeeze, teeth closing on the tongue. He couldn't help it. The threat becomes real, sharp points scraping hard over the invading surface. Leaving his lips parted for John, he deliberately scratches the nipples, claws digging wounds into his back. He breaks the kiss again, breath coming in pants now. "I'm ready whenever you are," he hisses up into John's ear.
John: John hisses at the pain, tasting blood in his mouth. He can tell from their rough play that he at least is going to be covered in marks when this is over. He sits back a little when Karkat says he's ready, getting their hips more lined up so he can actually do it. It's a little annoying to not be able to kiss his matesprit from his position, being so much shorter.
Considering how easily he was able to finger Karkat earlier, he assumes that he's good to go without any prep. Still, he slips his fingers back in just to be sure, face hot from arousal when he finds that he is indeed ready to go. Satisfied, John moves one hand to go back to stroking the troll's bulge while he lines himself up, teasing his nook with his dick. He pushes in after a moment, free hand gripping Karkat's hip now and keeping him steady.
He goes slow, but doesn't stop until he's completely in, hips twitching slightly. He's definitely eager, but he wants to wait until Karkat is comfortable.
Karkat: Karkat sneaks in one last kiss, attempting to make up for the biting while he still can. Half lidded eyes watch is matesprit sit back. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs softly, smiling now that he has a good view of him once more.
His teeth press into his lip, a soft moan leaking out from behind it when John's fingers press experimentally into him again. He's wet and hot, so very ready, but he's not going to complain about his partner wanting to be absolutely certain. It's one hundred percent appreciated, even as his legs spread to their most open position, bent and splayed almost parallel onto the bed.
The folds of his nook part of their own accord, hips pressing forward slightly when he feels the tip of John's dick brushing against them. After that, he lets the human sink in at his own pace, his own anatomy stretching to accommodate the one entering it. His legs lift back up, feet settling on the bed on either side of John's.
Karkat chuckles softly. It's been so long since he's done this with anyone, but never someone he loved. "Happy anniversary," he breathes out, not caring how cheesy it seems. After a few moments more, he nods, closing his eyes. "I'm good."
John: John smiles and moves his hands up a little higher to stroke down Karkat's sides. He can't see him very well, so he relies on his other senses to tell him what his matesprit looks like right now. From what he can tell, pretty damn good.
"Mm, happy anniversary." He replies, hips starting to move when he says he's good.
He still goes slow at first, not sure what could hurt his matesprit. Eventually he feels confident enough that he won't damage him, and lets his reflexes take over. His thrusts aren't steady, but he does his best to keep them both pleased, hand returning to the bulge, stroking it as he fucks him. He'd blame his inexperience if asked, but he hopes that it does feel good for Karkat.
Karkat: The slow movements not only do not hurt him, they feel very good. It's not going to take an expert for this to work, especially when he's arrhythmic. That keeps things interesting, falling into the realm of a good thing. Karkat, normally would be rather quiet, but he wants his matesprit to understand that he's doing well, so a plethora of grunts and moans pass through his parted lips, increasing in volume when something that feels particularly good is done to him.
But he's not going to be a dead fish about this either, body arching and hips lifting off the bed to meet the thrusts. This doesn't help the pace steady any, as he can't actually gauge them very well, but it's no matter. The combination of their efforts, as well as the occasional tightening of his nook when John is buried inside him are making for a very pleasurable experience.
John: John, always fairly noisy when they do things like this, doesn't stay quiet either. He leans forward until his head rests on Karkat's chest, pressing kisses to whatever skin he can reach to make up for the lack of actual kisses. Every time Karkat's nook tightens around him he moans, hips rocking forward a little harder.
Each thrust pulls at the bite on his hip, and the light sting feels better than it should when combined with the pleasure he feels. Unlike earlier, he's wound up, but not nearly as close to coming so soon, though he's not sure how close Karkat is.
Karkat: When he's within proper reach, the troll's hands find his back, rubbing up and down it, just to be in that much more contact with him. The rocking of his hips gets faster and harder. He can't go very far, but what he can do, he's doing, taking his own cue from the moans he receives in return. His nook is elastic, but that doesn't mean the tightness isn't causing just a touch of pain for him. It's a pain Karkat is enjoying, the friction burning deliciously.
John doesn't really have a lot to be worried about in the way of him finishing any time soon, since that sensation is tempering it, even against the contact his bulge is seeking by curling and rubbing against anything within its reach.
John: He shudders under the touches, groaning his matesprit's name. Even as close as they are to each other, the extra contact feels good. Anything to be as close to him as possible.
When he starts to get closer to coming, he sits up a little bit to make it easier to thrust into him. He watches what he can see of Karkat's face with lidded eyes before closing them and speeding up a little. His head drops back down and he bites his lip, hips starting to ache a little from the constant movement.
"Should I pull out?" He asks, not sure if the troll would want him to come inside him or if he would prefer against that.
Karkat: His hands trail forward when John sits back. Taking the smaller hands in his own, he guides them underneath his own body, encouraging his matesprit to help him keep his hips lifted. It'll help make the thrusts easier and maybe even get them to go a little deeper.
Once that's done, the troll's hand's drop back to the bed, twisting into the sheets. His face screws up, making his own motions as forceful as possible, increasing the frequency with which his body applies pressure to the organ repeatedly penetrating it. The sounds he's making are getting more ragged with the added concentration and exertion, but he has no trouble answering the question clearly. "No. Don't." There might even be a slight pleading tone. The last thing he wants is John to stop now.
John: John does his best to keep Karkat's hips raised, nails scratching at his lower back as his hips move faster. He hears the pleading in his voice and does as he wishes, continuing his thrusts and getting as deep in as he can.
He definitely lasts longer than he did earlier, but he finally can't hold on anymore. His movements get even more irregular and it only takes a few more thrusts before he's coming, burying himself deep inside his matesprit and moaning his name. His hips twitch throughout his orgasm, and when he's finished he stills, trying to catch his breath.
Even as tired as he is though, he's back to moving his hips as soon as he can manage it, trying to keep Karkat stimulated while he gets himself back in order to keep going.
Karkat: He barely feels the scratches. There's way too much else going on, and human nails aren't sharp or strong enough to easily damage him. His feet start to push against the bed, body doing its best to help his matesprit ravage him, which he is doing quite a good job of.
He feels John release into him, which is a little gross, but that'll pass. It's not even worth noting with a reaction. His hands let go of the sheets, one of them reaching up to stroke through his hair. The other one locates his bulge, which he begins stroking in earnest. It'd be a shame to get this close and not finish again. He tightens around the organ still inside him, shooshing his partner. "You don't have to move. I got it."
He really does too, working himself the rest of the way through to his climax, making yet another mess all over the nice pretty bed. Karkat's panting pretty hard by the time he lets his body relax. "Is this the part where I get one of the others to bake us a cake that says 'congrats on the sex'?"
John: John's having sort of a hard time responding right now, a little overstimulated so he pulls out and crawls up so he can rest his head on his matesprit's shoulder.
"Is that a thing Jontan would do?" He can't think of anyone else that could be the others. "Because if so I may have to rethink Christmas." He lifts his head and grins, kissing Karkat's chin.
Karkat: There are a few lingering aftershocks as John withdraws, which Karkat brings his legs together to enjoy. One arm drapes around the snuggling human.
"Nah. He can barely reach the kitchen without it being uncomfortable. I do most of the cooking. I'll be sure not to mention the idea, so no one should steal your thunder."
John: He smiles and continues to kiss his face, hand finding one of the troll's and squeezing it tight because he may or may not still be a little bit out of it. "So that was. Nice." He's definitely blushing, as nice does not even begin to describe how that was. He just hopes it was just as good for Karkat. He wouldn't worry except for the fact that he has no outside experience at all and was sort of a mess. In more ways than one.
Karkat: He makes sure he sneaks some of his own kisses in too. "It was pretty great," he purrs, moving their joined hands to a place where they'll both be comfortable with the position and not have to disentangle them. Sure, from a technical standpoint, Karkat's had way better, but he's never had a partner he was in love with before, and as sappy as it is, that really did make a huge difference. "Thank you for having been so patient with me."
John: "I didn't mind the wait. It actually helped me a little too. To not be super nervous." He wouldn't doubt that Karkat has had much much better in bed, but he wasn't really expecting to be that spectacular at it. Definitely very enjoyable, but John needs practice.
When his everything is relatively back to normal, he rolls more to the side so he can cuddle up next to his matesprit comfortably. If he were a troll he would be purring right now. But he's not, so he simply hums softly to make it known that he is perfectly content. He hums along to whichever song is playing from his phone, the device not having been turned off before they thoroughly destroyed the sheets.
Karkat: "How bad is it that I kind of want to laugh at you being nervous?" he asks gently, not meaning anything in particular by the question. It just never struck him as anything requiring nervousness on anyone's part. It's only when John is resituated and humming, his back being idly stroked by a rougher grey hand, that the troll realizes they never shut the sound off. This gets an amused observation as well. "Welp. If there was ever a chance I would forget any of this before, there's not now. You really set the mood, John."
John: "I'd say pretty bad, but I guess it was stupid to be nervous." He relaxes against Karkat. "I'm a romantic, what can I say?" He's grinning now.
Karkat: "Not stupid, per se. I guess it just struck me as overthinking it? I don't know if you noticed how much of it was feel. And it felt great," he purrs the words out. "You could just admit that we got distracted and forgot to shut your lovely gift off, but what fun would that be?"
John: "Well, you know how bad I am with overthinking things. Though I'm getting better about it. But you're right, it did feel great." He grins. "Hey, maybe I did plan that. You never know."
Karkat: "Welcome to the club. Your card and jacket are in the mail. Expect them some time next week." The ensuing snort expresses his amusement at both the fact they share the problem of being too much in their own heads and John's continued caginess about the music. "I don't, and you're never going to tell me which it was, are you?"
John: "Nope, you'll never know." He grins. "Think we should strip the sheets before we go to bed? If you're even tired."
Karkat: "Ruuuuude, John. You're so mean." He pouts and pokes at his matesprit's cheek. "Well, it might lessen some of the drying ick factor if we do. And why wouldn't I be tired? Do you have any other big plans I should order coffee for so I'm awake when you unleash them? How much energy you packing in that tiny body of yours."
John: "/I'm/ definitely tired. But you have a record of being very awake when I get tired, so I had to ask." He laughs. "I am very done for the night though. Other than getting these gross sheets out of our way so I can cuddle the fuck out of you."
Karkat: "You haven't usually fucked the cuddle out of me to make me tired. So let's do that." Which sounds like the exact opposite of what he meant. Whoops. "The stripping the sheet thing and the cuddling thing, I mean," he hurriedly appends his suggestion, gently nudging John to move so they can settle in proper for the remainder of the night.
John: He grins at the slip, but still moves so they can get rid of the soiled sheets. Once the bed is decent enough, John gets himself under the remaining covers and urges Karkat to do the same. "I better not have to do any persuading to get you to cuddle with me."
Karkat: "You can stop laughing at me right now. I see that grin." Karkat doesn't really mind, but it can't be allowed to pass without comment. The bed will never be decent again. They've seen to that quite thoroughly, and it'll be hilarious when the hotel staff cleans up the room. Too bad they won't be there to see it. He pretends to consider the persuasion thing one more time before slipping in beside John, snuggling up to him, nose buried in his hair. He plants a kiss on the other's head. "Don't worry. There's nowhere else I'd rather be right, because I'm beat, and you smell even more fabulous than usual."
John: "And I smell good?" He presses right up against him, getting as close as he can and smiling happily. If he were a troll he'd be purring. Really loudly. "We just got all sweaty and messy, how do I smell good?"
Karkat: That's a very good question he asks there, and it takes a few moments for Karkat's thoughts to order themselves into something resembling a coherent answer. "Honestly? I'm not sure entirely. I think because it's stronger. Muskier? Maybe because it's so intermixed with mine now."
John: "Oh." He smiles, "Cool." He closes his eyes and kisses Karkat's shoulder. "I love you. I'm glad you liked your gifts."
Karkat: "Yeah," he chuckles, pressing his cheek briefly against John's head. "I loved them. Not quite as much as I love you, but close. Now get some sleep. You earned a good rest."
[John: didnt karkat also have a gift for john)
Karkat: (I think so. It would not be out of character for him to have forgotten about it in all the celebration. I say this, because I didn't forget about it, but I'm still not quite sure what it is. I'm so terrible with presents.))
John: uvu okiedokie)
Karkat: (Hehe. Sorry. 0u0)
John: ur fine. johns not the type to really expect people to give him stuff)
Karkat: (Nodnod. Thanks. Actually, after thinking about it some more, I'm actually inclined to think Karkat changed his mind, rather than forgetting, because he can't compete with a fricking album of original compositions inspired by him/them. It has the same end result either way.))]
John: "You too. Tonight was the best. Unforgettable." He almost doesn't want to sleep, despite being pretty tired. He doesn't want the night to be over.
Karkat: "Agreed. When I'm old and senile and gross, I'll always remember tonight." He snorts at the thought of that. It's not hard to tell what John is up to, so he gets some amused petting and a slightly admonishing, "Sweet dreams."
John: "The sweetest." Everything is the sweetest when Karkat's with him. He knows they're both tired, so he doesn't attempt to stay up with him, closing his eyes again and settling in for the night.
Karkat and John: Celebrate your second anniversary
Takes place on Tuesday 23 December 2014 [Part 3 of 4]
Karkat: And there goes that red face again, causing the troll to snicker. It seems to be Karkat's current mission lately to see how much blood he can make rush to his matesprit's face on a regular basis. It's a good use of the term, flush, he thinks.
At least there seems to be enough blood to rush elsewhere too, as he seems to be noticing now. He pulls the joined hands apart, allowing him to wrap his arms around the other, offering enthusiastic kisses. One of his knees bends way up while the leg on the side John had been occupying stretches fully out. Maybe he wants a few kisses to be just a little more romantic after all that bluntly lewd conversation.
John: John is all for romantic kisses. He doesn't really want to move back to doing anything sexual just yet. Only kisses now.
Although he does have an idea. He places a few more kisses on his matesprit's face before sitting up and crawling to the edge of the bed. His bag is on the floor at the foot, so he leans down and pulls it up enough to retrieve a little box. Then he returns to his spot next to Karkat, fidgeting a bit with the box before finally offering it to him.
In it is his anniversary gift, which is a pretty silver ring with a red gem, and a thumb drive.
Karkat: He makes a slightly disappointed sound when John pulls away. No fair. He just got him back up here. There shouldn't be leaving again so soon. But Karkat guesses he could make an exception when it's for something like his matesprit coming back with the gift.
John is allowed to fidget with the box a few moments before it's taken from him with a soft laugh and assurance to calm down. Pulling out of the box, he holds it closer to his face to get a good look at it. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much," he says, pulling him in close for a hug and a kiss, even as he asks about the thumb drive. "Do I get to see what's on there now? Or am I waiting for home for that?"
John: He's glad that Karkat likes the ring, especially since that's also what he got him last year, but it wasn't actually the part he was nervous about. The thumb drive was though.
"You'll have to wait until you're home unless there's a computer here, but I'll tell you what it is." He pauses, trying to fight the embarrassment on his face. "It's uh, a bunch of songs. Ten of them, that I wrote. Recordings of me playing the piano." He really hopes that that isn't weird or too cheesy or anything. "I don't think I've ever played for you? I've wanted to, but never really though too much about it. So uh, you can listen to me whenever now." His face is bright fucking red, and he has to press his lips to Karkat's shoulder again to stop the rambling.
Karkat: Following the kiss, the ring is immediately placed on the appropriate finger. No sense in putting off wearing it now. He's going to end up with a hand full of rings before the Egberts are done, but it's hard to mind when they're symbols of affection.
His face crinkles as he starts to tear up when John tells him what is on the drive. "I wish I would've known. I'd have loved to hear them, but there isn't one here. I can't wait, but I guess I'll have to though, since I don't want to go running off now just to get something to listen to it on." There are full pink streaks down both cheeks by the time Karkat's done gushing over the gift, and he's squeezing his matesprit tightly, face buried into his shoulder in return.
John: "I probably should have brought a computer with me, but I wasn't entirely sure how much you'd like it." He tilts his head up so he can kiss his forehead, fingers moving to the troll's face only to feel the wet tracks. "Oh gosh, are you crying?" He can't remember the last time Karkat cried, or if he'd ever cried in front of John at all.
Karkat: "It's okay. I don't know why you wouldn't think I'd love it. That's silly. It's you. You made it. You made the songs. Of course I'll love them." He nudges his forehead against John's. He's such a silly.
The question actually makes him smile. "Yeah. I'm crying. I'm crying, because this is probably the most beautiful present anyone's ever given me." He doesn't cry very often, in front of anyone. It's not something he normally finds useful or welcome, but it seems appropriate to allow it here.
John: John grins, sort of maybe tearing up a little himself. He holds his matesprit tight and kisses his nose, staying like that for a few seconds. Then he suddenly sits back up as he remembers something.
"One second." He goes back to his bag and pulls his phone out, pushing it into Karkat's hands because he doesn't feel like wasting time messing with it to find what he wants. "The songs should be on here in the music. They're under my name, and the album is 'For Karkat' I think."
Karkat: Great. Sob fest 2014 go. Just kidding. They're both allowed to be a little emotional at the moment. He releases his hold though, when John gets up again to retrieve something else. His phone? Oh! He smiles when it's handed to him with instructions. "Okay. Give me a second here to pull it up."
He sorts out where the files are and plays the first one, setting the device down so he can hold John properly again while they listen. It'll play through them on its own for as long as they wish to sit there together.
John: It's a little weird hearing his own songs being played, but it's relaxing to listen and be held by his matesprit. He settles himself right between his legs and leans back against his chest like he'd done in the bath, head resting on his shoulder. The songs are all songs he wrote specifically with Karkat in mind. He hums along with them as they play, fingers tapping a bit along with the notes, as if he's playing. It makes him really want to play for him, and that's definitely on the list of things to do soon.
Karkat: Resting his chin on John's shoulder with his arms around his waist, the troll purrs rather than hums along because he doesn't know the tunes. Yet. It won't be long before he does though. One can bet that's a collection of music that'll be played a lot. He tries not to detract too much from the music itself, content to listen with his eyes closed as if perhaps his matesprit is really playing for him. But he is curious if there were things in mind when he wrote the specific tracks. So he asks that.
John: "Um, you in general. Stuff we've done. I played and recorded, then listened back and wrote actual songs from what I'd been messing with." He looks up and kisses Karkat's cheek. "How does it sound?"
Karkat: "It's beautiful. Flattering. A little embarrassing to think someone sees me this way. But the good kind of embarrassing. I feel like I won some sort of prize I didn't even know I was up for. It's probably stupid to love it so much, but I can't help it." Yeah, he's full on crying now, and not even bothering to minimize it or fight it. "I'm sorry... I'm probably messing things up by being a big baby now."
John: John turns a little in his lap, pressing little kisses to his face and doing his best to wipe his tears away. "No, you're not messing anything up. I'm really glad you like it that much. I didn't have any idea that it would be this meaningful." He smiles and runs his fingers through his matesprit's hair, attempting to soothe him. "I love you so much. You mean the world and then some more to me."
Karkat: He attempts to kiss back, but the legally blind guy probably has better vision at the moment. "I know. I just. Sometimes being reminded of it like this is just a little overwhelming. I can count the number of people who've told me something like that on my limbs, and two of them have been amputated. I feel so much the same way about you. You know that, right?"
John: He smiles and strokes his fingers through his matesprit's hair more. He's a little surprised at how composed he is, but it would be a mess if they were both crying. "I know that." It's almost kind of scary how it overwhelms him, but he knows why. "And nothing is ever going to change the fact that I love you."
Karkat: "Thank you," he whispers, clinging onto him and purring after that. No more talking for a bit. John's love isn't the question so much as Karkat is just happy and scared to know that at the same time. But he wouldn't trade that for anything.
John: John is happy to cuddle in silence, playing with Karkat's hair and occasionally pressing little kisses to his face. The music is still playing, but John doesn't hum right now. It's nice to sit and cuddle like this.
Karkat: The purring continues, but not so loudly as to disturb the music. He sits up a little higher so he's holding John more in his lap and maybe is slightly more out of his mess than he was before. Karkat nuzzles into his matesprit's kisses, enjoying the cuddling just as much, still feeling a little silly at the outburst he's had over this.
John: John wonder briefly if they should bathe again, but decides he'd rather not. He does get up after a few songs though, leaving his matesprit reluctantly with a bunch of kisses so he can find his way to the bathroom and get a wet cloth. He goes as quickly as he can, returning to Karkat's side and kissing his nose.
He uses the washcloth to wipe the bit of mess from his own face, and then what he can from Karkat's legs. There's no saving the sheets, but he an at least get rid of some of the sticky mess from them.
"Tired yet?"
Karkat: The kisses are the kind where Karkat is leaning forward each time John goes back a little, so it's a bit ridiculous how long it takes him to let go. The cleaning is met with a gracious thanks and comment that he didn't have to do that. The troll would have gotten it himself soon enough.
As for the question, he holds up his hand close to John's face and wobbles it. "I'll live. My face feels like shit though." He gets up to go wash the tears off and maybe cool some of the puffiness from his eyes.
John: John follows him and stands behind him, hugging him. It would probably work better of their heights were switched, but it works well enough. He kisses his shoulder and smiles against his skin. "You still up for another round?"
Karkat: "You know I don't need a backpack to wash my face, right?" he teases, not really minding the attention. He turns around in the grasp so they're mutually embracing. "You still want to, after all that sappy nonsense out there?"
John: "Mm, maybe. I kinda wanna just cuddle and go to sleep, but I also kind of don't. We could always file those plans away for another time." There seems to be lots of filing away today. "What do you wanna do?"
Karkat: "The cuddling and sleeping, or the other part?" He kisses John's forehead. "We have this habit of distracting ourselves before we ever get to anything else, and there is such a nice bed here. Seems a shame to just waste it all on sleeping." That should translate to Karkat leaning toward another round, but in a very low pressure way.
John: Well if that translates to him wanting to go another round, then John is happy to agree. "Let's save cuddling for later. The sheets are ruined already, might as well really mess them up." He grins and presses a kiss to the troll's jaw.
Karkat: "That is quite the goal, Mister Egbert. Do you always make a habit of propositioning people in the bathroom?" He offers his mouth for more kisses, carefully walking backward with John still attached to get them back into the other room.
John: John kisses him happily, almost tripping when they run into the bed. "Nope, it's sort of a new thing."
Karkat: "Well, just be careful where you do it. You never know what sort of weirdos might be lurking about, ready to jump on your offer." Karkat makes sure John doesn't hurt himself, especially since it's his fault they're traversing the room in one of the most ungainly manners possible. Letting go, he scoots himself back onto the bed, mimicking the pose originally meant to 'persuade' him. "So.. how do I look?"
John: He grins, recognizing what he's doing. "Probably really good." Good enough to eat, even. (Again.) John climbs onto the bed over him, leaning down to keep on kissing him. "Very persuasive."
John and Karkat: Celebrate your second anniversary
Takes place Tuesday 23 December 2014 [Part 2 of4]
John: Innocent little John could possibly have quite the kinky side, but that's for another night if they do choose to explore a little more. For now, he hooks his legs around Karkat's hips and brings his arms up to wrap around his neck, attempting to pull him closer. More than just his cheeks are flushed now, and it's very obvious that he's enjoying himself.
He breaks the kiss to smile at the troll. "Now that you're finally in bed with me, am I going to have to persuade you to do other things?"
Karkat: It's imagined they might, since the likelihood of things going that south seem very small. Karkat's not enjoying himself at quite the same level John is, but it takes a lot more to get him to that point. This is especially true when he's being super careful with how much he's willing to let himself be pulled down. He's got at least a hundred pounds, maybe more, on his matesprit, so he's still using his elbows to prop himself a little bit up. That doesn't mean his hands haven't managed to burrow beneath the human's back in the process though, because they definitely have.
He nudges John's forehead with his own, giving another quick peck before answering. "I would say, 'No', but your methods of persuasion are so much fun." Karkat kisses his lips one more time before nuzzling up under John's ear and kissing down along his neck, teeth gently grazing the skin a couple of times. Looks like someone was already pretty persuaded.
John: He whines a little when Karkat moves his mouth to his neck. He does his best to try and push Karkat over so he can be on top, but he's definitely going to need a little help from his much larger matesprit. "If you help me roll over then maybe I can do a little more persuading."
Karkat: While Karkat understands what John is trying to do, he enjoys having him whiny and pushy under him, so he's not immediately compliant. In fact, he merely lets out an "Mhmm" against the human's neck while he leaves a mark there. Just a small one for now, and there are no teeth involved, but he's still satisfied with it for the moment.
"I suppose you could at that. As much fun as you are like this, I'd like to see what you have in mind," he says, extracting an arm from beneath his matesprit and laying down next to him. His head is turned to the side for now in order for him to continue to look at his face, a mischievous grin affixed to his own.
John: John isn't opposed to some teeth, but he isn't going to complain. He grins when Karkat rolls over and crawls on top of him, still red in the face as he settles on top of him.
He leans down over him to kiss him, biting at his lips a little before moving his lips south. He bites at his neck, intent on giving him a matching bruise, though he has to work at it a little harder. When he's satisfied, he pulls back and smiles, then leans back in to kiss down his chest. When he's at his hips, he moves his hands to his thighs and pauses there, waiting for Karkat's reaction.
Karkat: Don't worry. All in good time. There will be teeth later in places other than lips, which receive light nicks in return for the bites the troll's are getting. His claws drag lightly along John's thighs, trailing up to his back the further down John goes.
His head arches back, tightening the skin there to make it easier for the other to mark him, purring his encouragement the entire time. He'll proudly wear as many of those as his matesprit gives him. The purring only increases the more attention is paid to him.
As for the reaction of John reaching his hips, it's fairly minimal, but all positive. The troll is a study is subtlety now, legs splaying to the sides in invitation rather than simply being upright around his partner and his mouth hanging slightly open now as he watches with excited anticipation. Giving a small smile and a nod, he grants the apparently waited for permission. "John, I want to do with you tonight, whatever you want to do and however you want to do it. I love you so much. You've been so patient waiting for me to be okay and well, and I don't feel weird wanting you anymore."
The only he doesn't outright say is thank you, but he already feels cheesy enough saying what he did. That color in his cheeks now isn't all arousal.
John: John looks up when Karkat speaks, a little surprised. He hadn't quite expected that, but it was very nice to hear. It definitely helped to calm any nervousness he still had.
"I love you too. A lot." He's not sure how else to respond, so he grins and presses a quick kiss to Karkat's hip. "Now let me spoil you."
He works on leaving another bruise on Karkat's hip while he strokes the sheath to his bulge, doing his best to coax it out.
Karkat: Karkat hadn't been expecting to say all that, but it just sort of spilled out once he started talking, so there it was. At least it will have done its job in alleviating anxiety. The smile gets wider. He knows that John loves him, but it always feels great to hear it. "Right. Right. Stopping the drivel train now."
He threads his fingers through the dark hair atop the head, nails lightly massaging John's scalp. His breath quickens before becoming a low groan. He's trying to let his body react naturally, rather than controlling like he usually does. It's a very different sensation, and it takes longer for it to happen, but the bulge moves beneath his skin. The sheath opens enough for the tips to poke out, rubbing against John's fingers.
John: He hums and lets it do its thing, mouth moving lower to kiss and suck closer to his sheath while he strokes the tip to get it to come out further.
Karkat: Pressing his hips up into the contact, the bulge slides out the rest of the way, trailing its fluid along the point of contact. It slips along John's hand, curling slightly at his wrist, almost, but not quite grabbing it. The scent of his growing readiness is becoming apparent, even if his nook isn't leaking quite yet.
John: John whines softly and strokes it with his fingers, lips finally descending to press against the nearest part of his bulge, which ends up being close to the tip. He's using his other hand to keep himself upright, so he moves his fingers away from Karkat's bulge and down to his nook, teasing it but not pressing in yet.
Karkat: Since it's next in line for contact, the bulge presses against the lips, attempting to find a place to poke inside. It's not having much success, which is both a good thing, as it's not being held in check at the moment and very frustrating for Karkat. It even ends up smacking John in the face a little when the fingers are no longer in contact. His nook tenses up when it's teased, legs raising slightly, as if the troll's body hopes to capture the teasing fingers. Speaking of fingers, his are already starting to curl into the sheets in an effort to keep mostly still to let his partner set the pace.
John: Karkat may think it's partially a good thing, but John is plenty happy to open his mouth enough for the bulge to slide in. He's sure it will be fine. He waits until Karkat relaxes a little before pressing a finger in slowly, just until the knuckle. He wiggles it around a little, eyes closing as he lets himself enjoy his matesprit's responses.
Karkat: The bulge is overeager and presses as deeply as it can into his mouth, curling where it can't snake down. It really has no regard for the fact this is a mouth with a throat attached. Karkat gasps, hips jerking up with the bulge's entrance. They remain slightly elevated, allowing him to move around the finger in his nook more easily. He lets out soft noises meant to encourage, since Karkat's facial expressions couldn't be seen even if John's eyes were open.
John: John does his best not to gag, breathing through his nose and staying relaxed so he doesn't choke. It's not exactly easy when the troll's bulge practically has a mind of its own, but he manages. His finger presses in deeper, and John whines a little at the moist heat around it. He pulls it out and presses two in this time as his tongue presses up against the underside of his bulge.
Karkat: As long as he's okay, the bulge is allowed to take care itself. The scrape against the human's teeth and the increased amount of fingers inside him make him whine and shudder. Grinding onto the fingers, it's obvious they're not enough, but there's no sense of urgency here either. Reacting almost immediately to John's tongue, the bulge presses down and rubs itself along it. It's found a buddy and now it wants to play.
John: John picks up on the hint and pushes another finger in, wiggling them around and doing his best to please his matesprit. He's starting to have a little bit of difficulty breathing, but he ignores it for the time being and focuses on satisfying Karkat.
When it becomes too much, he pulls back enough for it to slip out and rests his head on the troll's thigh, breathing in deeply while pressing sucking kisses to the base of his bulge.
Karkat: John certainly seems to be quite the trooper. He'll get the troll's admiration later for putting up with his ridiculous anatomy as long and well as he can. Grasping at his bulge when it's released from his matesprit's mouth, he strokes it himself, offering his own hand for it to curl around. He chuckles softly, toes digging into the sheets, heedless of his claws. "Sorry. Should've kept a tighter leash on it. You doing okay down there. Not feeling neglected?"
John: John grins up at him and kisses his thigh, fingers pressing in deeper. "Nope, not really. I did say I was going to spoil you, didn't I?" His dick would probably argue if it could, but can't so.
He watches the blob that is Karkat's hand and bulge and then picks his head up enough to kiss his fingers, licking his bulge through them.
Karkat: His poor dick. Someday maybe it'll learn to speak, and then Karkat will have it exorcised, because that is some next level weirdness and needs to be stopped. Right after he has a glowing conversation with it. Sorry not sorry about this paragraph.
"Mmm. You did. You are." His hips rock, nook tightening around the questing fingers. He curls his bulge another loose loop, tugging it in time with his hips. The bulge is angled toward John's mouth. Added tongue action is definitely appreciated.
John: That would certainly be interesting.
John grins and sucks at what he can, pleased to be spoiling his matesprit. His kisses go south, joining his fingers at Karkat's nook. He laps at it around his fingers, pulling them out so he can press his tongue in instead.
Karkat: He works at stilling his hips once again, at least until John's face is settled. The last thing he needs is a busted nose while going down on his boyfriend. Those fingers were nice, longer, mobile and with slightly rougher surfaces the tongue doesn't have. Their loss gets a few whimpers even as they're replaced. There is something to be said for a nice nimble tongue though, and his body is saying it by offering plenty of sheer red for John to lap up if he so chooses. Karkat is saying it by arching and squirming on the bed, hand squeezing tightly at his bulge. He's a lot closer already than he'd like to be, given his status as an ex-professional. That's what seems to be happening when he's genuinely this into it though.
John: He pushes one finger back in alongside his tongue, adding the other two when he finally pulls his head back and sits up. He uses his now free hand to join Karkat's hand on his bulge, stroking the bits of it that the troll's hand doesn't cover.
Karkat: He's getting himself some whining again, as well as shaky gasps. There's a lot less need to control himself when it's all soft where he's in contact with John's face, so he allows the small jerks his body's giving. Breathing raggedly, he chuckles at the sight of his matesprit's face. "Good color for you. How much you planning on spoiling me anyway?"
John: His blush probably matches the color of the liquid on his face when Karkat comments on it. He stills his fingers when he speaks. "Good question. As much as you'd like to be, I guess?"
Karkat: The blush gets more snickering, but he trails into soft whines when the fingers stop moving. "Kay. Just checking." Somehow that seems to answer the question of how much he has to try and hold himself back, not that he's having the greatest success with that at the moment other than causing pain in his bulge where he's still squeezing it.
John: John starts moving his fingers again when Karkat whines like that, wishing more than anything that he could see what he looked like this way. But he's still happy to be able to make him feel good, and smiles affectionately. "So how much would you like to be spoiled?"
Karkat: If it was possible, Karkat would grant him the ability to see him, but that's not something he can do. Making sure he's not going to spray John in the face, the troll releases his tight hold on the bulge, sending waves of relieved pleasure through him. "Ah! At least twice!" he groans out loudly, arching his hips forcefully before redecorating the bed with even more red than it'd started with.
John: He pulls his fingers out slowly, wiping them on the sheets before crawling up to kiss his matesprit. "At least?"
Karkat: His hand reaches up and strokes his matesprit's cheek, happily kissing him back. His legs close for now to maximize the sensation of the aftershocks in his nook. The bulge twitches a few times but is relatively limp. "Dunno. I came pretty fast that time. Figure it has to happen at least once more. Cause you haven't had anything yet." His other hand reaches out and runs a finger along John's dick.
John: "Oh." He whines a little, hips twitching up when Karkat touches him. "You're not too tired?" His head drops down to rest on his shoulder, kissing at his neck where the bruise he left earlier is at.
Karkat: He strokes back the other way, applying just a touch more pressure. "Hardly. You did all the work. I just reaped all the benefits. There's plenty of energy left in here for more to redistribute the wealth back to the most deserving party in the room." The hand on formerly on his cheek slides back to scratch lightly along the back of his neck.
John: "And what makes me the most deserving?" He groans, lips pressed against Karkat's skin in an attempt to muffle his noises. He's not quite sure how long he can last like this, but he doubts it's very long. He may not have been getting any attention before, but he enjoyed giving it to his matesprit, maybe a bit too much.
Karkat: "I decided you were. And as the bigger party, I give that honor to you." He's being literal and silly at the moment, taking the time to enjoy the cooldown. Well, his cooldown anyway. The claws slide down John's neck to his back, finding a new place to reside just above his rear. "What about you? If I spoil you, will you be too tired join in a mutual spoiling afterward?"
John: He shudders at the feel of the claws. "Mm, maybe. Depends on what mutual spoiling would involve." He does like the sound of being spoiled though. And if they have to, they can always take a little break.
Karkat: The claws drift just a little lower, but not completely scraping along his matesprit's ass yet. "Well, we have parts that could fit together we've never actually put together. I had been thinking we might do that before we were done." The index finger of his other hand tickles the just beneath the head of John's cock. A break would certainly not be out of the question.
John: "Oh." That thought certainly doesn't help how quickly he's going to come. He whines at the light touches to his dick and tries to rut into Karkat's hand. "You're teasing me." He bites down on Karkat's shoulder, a little in frustration, but mostly because he would very much like to leave his matesprit with a few marks tonight.
Karkat: "I'm not thinking you need me to do much more than that before my hand is as sticky as my legs," he purrs. The reaction is clearly amusing to him, and he's more than happy to provide a grip for John to rut into. Being bitten so suddenly makes him grunt in surprise. His claws shift position, providing their own kind of mark along John's backside.
John: "No, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to." His hips keep moving as he gasps when Karkat's claws bite into his skin. It doesn't take much more than that for John to come, hips jerking against Karkat's hand. He bites down harder on Karkat's shoulder to muffle himself.
When he's finished, he goes limp against him, waiting a second to catch his breath before he says anything. "That was.. oh fuck I didn't bite too hard, did I?"
Karkat: That's an admirable pinch in his shoulder there. He's certainly not displeased with it. He loosens his grip when he feels the jerk of the hips. Claws there would not be fun, and he doesn't blunt them quite as much as he used to. "You know I would have if there'd been time. Probably good we got that out of the way now. Maybe we can have something resembling stamina for round two."
Taking John's hand, he places it so the fingers can feel the indentations of the teeth. It's not like they're sharp razors taking chunks out. "You're fine. I'm not even sure you broke the skin. It's pretty hard for you to hurt me here where you'll need to apologize for it. Just like, don't bite off my bulge, and we'll be golden."
John: "I'll try my best not to." He smiles and touches around the bite before moving his hand to Karkat's cheek when he goes to kiss him. He may not have taken long to come, but he does need at least a little break before he can get going again.
When he's calmed a bit, he sits up and lays next to Karkat, one arm draped over him and head still resting on his shoulder. "So," he starts, "Which parts were you thinking would fit together?" He knows what Karkat had meant, but he's curious as to which way he'd been thinking of.
Karkat: The break is one given without argument. It's simple physiology. One could get pissed about physiology, but that would just be stupid. They have all night anyway. It's not like anyone's planning on turning into a pumpkin at midnight. He starts up a purr. It's nice just laying with John like this for now.
Stroking idly at his arm, he chuckles softly as he rests his cheek against John's head. "Well, I was thinking maybe your toe in my ear, but I'm open to suggestions." His other hand threads their fingers together, toying with the them.
John: He laughs, "You're a dork. But you're a cute dork, so that's okay." He brings Karkat's hand up to kiss it, smiling. "As much fun as my toe in your ear sounds though, I was thinking of different parts."
Karkat: "Well, as long as I'm cute." His head turns to plant a kiss to the fluffy dark locks in answer to the hand kiss. "I know. So did I. Tends to be easier to fit rod P into slot N, but there's something to be said for snaking a line up the back way too. Suppose it's all a matter of personal preference."
John: He may or may not be blushing again. "We can do whichever you'd prefer. Though I wouldn't mind trying another way if you wanted to." He's fine with either but he's also feeling rather adventurous at the moment.
Karkat: He totally is. Everyone knows this, so he can't even try to deny it. "I don't know. I was kind of thinking maybe you'd fuck me this time. I've never been fucked by someone I wanted doing it for its own sake." Was that too weird? He hopes that wasn't too weird, since it's true. He has an out for it if it was though, "But since you bring up 'another way,' I'm wondering what else is tucked away in that gorgeous head of yours you want to try?"
John: "Ah. Well, um." It's definitely not weird. Sort of nice, in a way? "I wouldn't mind that. I was thinking maybe if you wanted to try fucking me? I'm not really sure if you could comfortably do that, but.." He presses his face to Karkat's neck to keep from rambling.
Karkat: The troll laughs, a deeply amused sound. "What did you think the whole 'snaking' thing," he picks their joined hands up and waggles them, "was about? It's a little restrictive for me, but I understand the recipients tend to rather, ah, appreciate the experience."
John: "If it's restrictive for you then we can try it some other time." They're supposed to be spoiling each other this time around. "What about you, is inserting rod P into slot N fun for you?" With how much he liked his fingers, he would certainly think so.
Karkat: The arm draped on John gives him a fond squeeze. "Sounds like a plan, then. We don't have to do everything all at once. We can have a list of things we'd like to try. I think we've got what else so far, bondage? Sounds like it might be a fun combination even. Tie up the big bad troll and turn him into your personal ride."
The consideration is sweet, but if it wasn't pleasant for him, he wouldn't have suggested it. "It can be quite nice. Thanks for asking, though. We already got it all nice and wet and loosened up, even. May as well take advantage of it."
John: John blushes at the thought. Filing that one away for later sounds like a great idea to him.
He scoots up a little so he can kiss Karkat, whining a little bit as his body starts to react again. It got its break and now, with what his matesprit is saying and the thoughts it brings to his mind, it's very much ready for round two.
Karkat and John: Celebrate your second anniversary
Takes place the night of Tuesday 23 December 2014 [Part 1 of 4]
Karkat: It's finally the day they'd discussed. Their second anniversary, which seemed quite an achievement to Karkat who hadn't expected to even still be in the place he was at for this long. He's even all in one piece, with all the parts back in place. There's light scar on his leg, and maybe a little bit more of a bump to his nose than before, but other than that, he seemed as good as ever.
He'd certainly like to hope so, given how spruced up he as now. He's found himself a nice dark suit and puffed up his hair to help disguise the horns some. It's not the best look ever, but it's not completely awful. It'll do. He's decked out with both rings, and he does happen to have the replaced pendant on underneath everything, but that's not too important right now other than he's paranoid for some reason.
Tucking his hands into his pockets, he heads over to meet John at his place, a small bag in his hand. He doesn't think he'll need much, but it never hurts to be prepared.
John: John is just as nervous as he was last year, but lets himself forget about it in his own excitement. He has a nice gift (he hopes) and roses and he even managed to pick out a nice outfit for himself. He did not, however, completely manage to tame his unruly hair. But he doubts Karkat will mind.
When Karkat comes inside, John grins and hugs him, standing up as tall as he can to kiss his matesprit.
"Happy anniversary!" He may or may not be blushing as he hands. Karkat the flowers. They're cliche as hell, but John is a dumb romantic so he got them anyways. "How are you feeling?"
Karkat: He happily kisses him back, arms wrapping loosely around the small human. John's unruly hair is part of his charm, and it's also pretty much a given for his line. This is what Karkat's noticed, anyway. His matesprit looks wonderful, and there are the silly flowers again. They're sweet though, and he really does appreciate them. They'll be making the trip with them to the hotel.
The troll doesn't release him immediately upon receipt of the flowers, pressing John forward for another kiss. "Happy anniversary yourself. And I feel fabulous. Especially now that I have my handsome escort for the evening. He was even kind enough to bring me a snack in case I was hungry before dinner." He's very obviously teasing, as he eyes the roses.
John: John is plenty happy to stay pressed close to Karkat, feeling more relaxed with his matesprit so close. He looks up at him in confusion. "A snack?"
Karkat: "You know some people eat roses? I'm kidding though. They're lovely. Thank you." He leans down to kiss his cheek once more. "Should we get going then?"
John: "Oh." He grins, taking Karkat's free hand with one of his own. "Yes. We can stop by the hotel and drop all of our stuff off before we head to the special event. Which is a play by the way. Then we can go to dinner."
Karkat: He raises an eyebrow, the action being perpetuated through his voice as well. "A play. Really? You sure you're okay with that? I like plays, but aren't they excessively visual?"
John: John nods, "Yeah. It seemed like a topic you would like. And it's fitting because it's a romantic story." He smiles up at his matesprit. "Plus it's reader's theatre? I think it's called, so it's pretty blind friendly."
Karkat: Karkat kisses his nose. "Well, if you say so, I'll trust you. It was you job to pick this, so I shouldn't question it. I just want to be sure you'll have a good time. Which no one's going to do if we keep standing around here chatting about it, are they?"
John: "Even if the play is the worst one ever written, I'll still have a good time because I'll be with you." He gives Karkat's hand a squeeze. "But you're right, we should get going. He grabs his bag, the one containing Karkat's present, and heads outside where whatever mode of transportation is waiting for them.
Karkat: "Nerd." Karkat's borrowed a car from Second. It's nothing terribly special, but it'll get the job done. Just because he's on furlough for a long time doesn't mean they're not friends. Actually, they're better friends now that she's not antagonizing him all the time. He helps John get everything settled in the car, and they're off.
The hotel they arrive at is suitably fancy, complete with fountains and stunning architecture and looks very much not cheap. Fortunately, that's not too much of an issue for Karkat, since his hivemate can afford it and is happy to do so, even if it's a little weird converting treasure to passable cash. The troll really hopes his matesprit likes it, and that it's not too much. After all, they're both supposed to be going just the teensiest bit overboard, right?
John: John definitely doesn't think it's too much, and definitely likes it. He grins as he looks around, able to see how grand it is.
"Wow. This place is.. huge. And nice." He looks up at his matesprit, "This one is all you so lead the way."
Karkat: Actually, he may have gotten his former XO to check them in too, since having a large alien do so wouldn't have been quite so acceptable as most places they go, even with added bribes for the staff.
He links John's arm through his, and they head straight for the elevators. They're fairly high up, though not at the top, but it's still a good sized suite, big enough to be a small apartment. Karkat might have a thing for fireplaces, so he found one with that in it. The decor is dark and somewhat modern, with a slight red tinge to it, including the bed. That's not going to help the sheets later, as they're standard white, but that's not really their problem right now, and they can always do stuff elsewhere if they end up so worried about it. There's plenty of elsewhere to be had, including the nicest bathroom Karkat's ever seen, shiny and there's even a (fake) plant in there with the jacuzzi tub. This is literally the most ridiculously fancy hotel ever, so people should feel free to let their imaginations go nuts with anything else that might be in it.
John: John may not be able to see in detail, but he can tell from the second they walk into the suite that it's very large and very fancy and expensive. He's sort of in awe and stares for a few seconds before he can collect his thoughts and speak.
"Wow. Holy shit, wow. This is the fanciest place I've ever been." It goes without saying that a part of him wants to just get the rest of the night over with and just crash here for the night.
Karkat: Karkat smiles, greatly pleased with the reaction. While crashing straight away might be nice, he is actually looking forward to this ridiculously extravagant date night. "Me too, actually." He refrains from saying most people don't spend QUITE this much on their escorts, even if they have it.
He fixes his stuff into a cabinet, since there's really not much and returns to John once he's done the same thing. The arm is offered again, just for form and fun, really. "Shall we head out to our first stop then?"
John: John would appreciate Karkat not commenting if he knew he held that back. At least for now he likes to avoid that topic as much as possible. Especially tonight.
He grins and takes the offered arm, secretly appreciative because even if its just for fun, it helps him walk more easily.
"Yes. Here's the address." He pulls a paper from his pocket and hands it to Karkat. The handwriting is a little messy, but legible.
Karkat: They both would. No one wants that sort of thing tarnishing an experience.
That may be the other reason the arm is set out, but Karkat always tries to not draw attention to the near blindness as much as possible. John's great no matter what, so why make a big deal out of something he seems to be fine with.
Taking the paper with his free hand, he chuckles at his recognition of the address while they separate and get in the car. "I think you might have outdone yourself with your choice here. Good job."
John: He's happy that Karkat doesn't care about his eyesight and that he helps to make it into something that isn't a huge deal. He definitely won the matesprit lottery.
He grins at the praise, happy to have picked a place that Karkat thinks is good. "You've heard of it?"
Karkat: That was an interesting time for both of them.
"Mhmm. It's Broadway or just off Broadway. Either way, it's great." His uncertainty is mostly because someone doesn't remember and doesn't feel like looking it up. "It's perfect."
The drive itself will be fairly uneventful, and it can probably be glossed over, unless John has something important to chat about. Parking seems like it'd be a bitch and kind of expensive, but it's still not a big deal other than a slightly grumbly Karkat.
John: A slightly grumbly Karkat that John kisses to hopefully lessen his grumblyness. He is pretty excited, practically bouncing on their way into the building. Once they're inside, and have done all they need to do to get into the actual theater and take their seats, John takes Karkat's hand and looks up at him.
"How does everything look?"
Karkat: Karkat's totally onto John's plan and grumbles a little bit more just to get more kisses out of him, not that he really needs to, but it's fun. He's even trying not to smile while doing so.
In response to the question, he picks a hand up and wobbles it where John should be able to get the idea of what it's doing. "Ehh. Maybe half as good as we do."
John: John grins and kisses his cheek. "We look the best."
Karkat: "Of course we do. There's never been any doubt of that." He squeezes John's hand and settles in to wait for the play to start. And then watch it.
John: Probably about halfway through is when John leans against Karkat to watch that way, a little tired of sitting up and straining to see what he can hear perfectly well. And then the play ends so they can continue on their way.
Karkat: Karkat's arm snakes around John, holding him as comfortably as possible, which is never terribly comfortable in those kinds of seats. As for the watching the play itself, he does start to tear up some, but ends up irritated at the end. So we're back to grumbly Karkat, which is a little less fake and a little more genuinely irritated than last time.
John: John stays pressed up close against Karkat on their way back outside, and once they're free of the crowd of people, he pulls Karkat down a bit so he can kiss him again, feeling a little bad about his choice of play. He's a little disappointed in the ending, as this was supposed to be a romantic play and ended up... well not romantic.
He continues to kiss Karkat's face to ease his grumblyness. "I take it you didn't like it?"
Karkat: He rubs along John's back while they walk. This changes to him catching his matesprit's face between his hands when he's assaulted by kisses. "It was all right. I just think she was an idiot at the end. I don't like shit like that. I guess because I was raised with that as both the coward's way out and also just generally not an option. Don't feel bad. You didn't know what was going to happen. It was still a really nice thing to see."
John: John smiles and kisses him once more on the lips, nodding. "It wasn't really my favorite play," Not that he's experienced many, "But most of it was good. I agree about the ending though. It was.. really bad." He pecks him on the nose. "But we have more date to get to. Where to next?"
Karkat: That kiss is accepted and reciprocated. Scrunching his nose up in what would be considered 'cute' on someone more like John, he smiles. "We do. I believe you wanted dinner next?"
John: Nose scrunching can be cute on anyone, especially Karkat. As vicious as he may seem to other people, John is past the point of being intimidated by his appearance. He's so cute that John does it again, before pulling back so they can keep walking. "Yes, after sitting there for so long I am pretty hungry."
Karkat: John is both delusional and visually challenged, so his opinion must be eliminated as a statistical outlier. Karkat mock sneezes at him this time. All noise, no moisture. "Geez. If just sitting makes you 'pretty hungry,' I can't imagine what you'll be like when you're actually doing something." There is a definite verbal wink there.
They're heading for the car where they'll end up at some equally shoddily researched restaurant that needs to reconsider their pricing, but then again, fancy is the point here.
John: John may actually be visually challenged, but he's seen his matesprit before and knows just how cute he is.
Wherever they end up, John is equally as awed at this place as he was at the theatre. He's glad he didn't hesitate this time to go all out in his attire, because anything less than what he's wearing and he would feel extremely underdressed.
After they're seated, John pokes a little at his menu and then looks up at Karkat. "This place is super nice. I have no idea what to order." Especially considering he doesn't know what's on the menu.
Karkat: Everyone is in awe of this date. These two might have gone just a little nuts for only two years, but why not? Karkat probably would have warned John if he'd been underdressed, but fortunately that hadn't been necessary. "Super nice is an understatement. Yeesh. But it does have a little bit of everything, so what would you like, and I'll try to pin something down on the menu that matches that?" It's a good system. Why not continue to use it?
John: "Um, steak sounds good right now?" As long as it isn't shoe leather. He smiles at his matesprit and reaches across the table in search of his hand because screw anyone who might give them funny looks, he's a dork and wants to hold hands like on a proper date.
Karkat: "I'm pretty sure they can manage a steak at this place. They certainly seem to have enough varieties of it." He'll order them both a steak, different cuts and sides, which he's thinking they can mix and match as they please. This was actually supposed to be the drink orders, but they were too fast in deciding. John's going to need to supply his preference for that as well at this time, with Karkat sticking to water, since he's the one driving.
Holding hands across the table at a restaurant is a little silly-sappy even for Karkat, but he's not going to say no or laugh at it either. The smaller hand is enfolded in his own and pulled to his lips for a kiss before being returned to the surface of the table. Anyone who gives them funny looks will get their own right back in return. In fact, they're getting worse than funny looks, so people get the idea pretty quickly to not do that anymore and leave them be except for the occasional sideeyed glance.
John: It is a little silly-sappy, but John is starting to get just a little nervous as their date progresses. Not because he doesn't think it's going well, but because he's John and he does still get pretty anxious about things.
He also decides on water and after their orders are placed, he fidgets a bit with Karkat's hand. He drops it after not very long, face a little pink.
"This is pretty fun so far. Not at all like last year. Which was also fun, but this year we really went all out."
Karkat: He dips his head, tilting it and studying John's blushing visage. "It's a lot of fun. So what's with the added color? Are the candles too hot or something? And don't start comparing years. Just enjoy what we're doing when we're doing it, okay? It's easier. Better."
John: "No, the candles are fine." He smiles. "Just thinking." Nothing bad of course.
He can't help but compare different experiences. It helps to improve future dates. But Karkat is right, so for now he'll stop comparing and focus on enjoying.
"Do you want to get dessert somewhere after this?"
Karkat: "...Okay.?" If there was a half question mark symbol, that's what the sound of Karkat's voice was there. Not quite either a statement or a question, but somewhere in the middle. John is entitled to keep his thoughts to himself, but the troll can't help but wonder why he's so red in the middle of the restaurant.
That being said, he's a bit thrown when by the question, since it's already kind of late, and it's not getting any earlier. "Uh..where? Like Dairy Queen?" It's utterly ludicrous, but it's the first thing he could think of that might still be open and is dessert oriented.
John: "Uh, well we could probably get it here? Or at the hotel actually. I don't know." Though at the hotel they did have other plans. That thought definitely has his face pink.
Karkat: "Well you said somewhere, which I thought meant somewhere else. Are you going to want dessert? The non-euphemistic kind?" He's not completely oblivious as to why John's blushing at the mention of the hotel, so naturally he has to poke at it.
John: That definitely makes his face red. "I'm not sure." He's pretty sure about their other dessert, but as they haven't eaten yet, he doesn't know how hungry he'll be for a real dessert. "I guess we'll have to see."
Karkat: Karkat reaches over and paps his face. "Yeah. I guess we will. Maybe try to tone down the heat in your face just a tad. Twice cooked food isn't going to be that tasty." Just for the sake of argument, let's say the food in question shows up so they're not stuck making small talk all night.
John: John smiles and nods. He thanks the waiter when the food is brought, glad to have something to keep his mouth from spitting out stupid ramble.
The steak is actually really good, though from his guess it's probaby still very overpriced. "This is good. But kinda small. So maybe we can get dessert. Real dessert." He grins.
Karkat: John's assessment of the food is one hundred percent agreed with. "Yeah. I'm not surprised. Places like this always do this sort of thing. Hi, yes. I'm a six foot four inch guy. I want a steak the size of my eye. That will definitely fill me up. How about we do something silly like Dairy Queen or a frozen yogurt place in this. Just for the hell of it?" Karkat thinks it'd be funny, but he'll only do it if his matesprit wants to.
John: He laughs and nods. "That sounds way better than getting super tiny portions of dessert here." The thought of doing something silly like that is much more calming than being in some super fancy restaurant like this, eating good food that comes in teeny tiny portions. "Then we can go back to the hotel." And he can give Karkat the gift that he hopes he likes.
Karkat: "I thought so." Turns out neither of them would be good at elite society dining. They probably don't care either. "Let me know when you're done with your pixie food, so I can fund a small town and we'll be on our way."
Karkat didn't mean to eat so quickly, but it was hard not to either.
John: He finishes pretty quickly and they head on their way. He wishes they were close enough to walk to whatever dessert place they decide on, because he always loves taking walks with his matesprit, but at the same time it's probably better they don't.
Karkat: Yeah, that is an unfortunate side effect of everything being super fancy. You have to drive to get to the other side of the metaphorical tracks. Deciding it might be more fun to build their own things themselves, Karkat opts for the frozen yogurt choice. That and it's what he could find easier. He's more than happy to help John put his together, since it doesn't seem like an easy thing for him to do alone.
John: Thanks to their little meal, John decides to fill his bowl right up with a nice mixture of flavors that Karkat reads to him. Mostly fruity, all very delicious. He kisses his matesprit before they pay, grateful for his help.
Because it's nighttime in December, eating inside is the only option other than the car, so that's probably what they do. John sits next to Karkat this time, preferring this to how they were seated at the restaurant. Sitting next to him is always preferred of course. It lets him get as close as their method of chair allows.
"Tired yet?"
Karkat: Karkat's looks like he made a fruit-ice cream pie out of it, which is pretty much what he did. It seemed like a fun idea, and he enjoyed being silly about arranging everything 'just so' when he's just going to eat the whole thing soon anyway. He doesn't eat as much as he could because he doesn't want to be overfull for later. There's a small chance he may have offered John his lap to sit on, since it looks like he was scooting in close. But the arrangement of the seating wouldn't work for that very well.
He snorts and kisses John's temple. "Not at all. But if you're asking me if I'm ready to go back to the room, I don't really have anything else planned, so unless you have some surprise you want to spring on me, I think we're good to do that."
John: John would gladly have taken him up on the offer. But he's plenty happy to lean against his matesprit while they eat. He eats until he feels semi-full, knowing that he doesn't want to eat too much and end up with a stomachache.
"I think I'm ready to get back. We could take a bath? Relax for a little while." Before maybe starting on dessert round two. Baths always sound nice, especially when Karkat is involved. "Oh, and I have to give you something when we get back."
Karkat: They both seem to be doing well in the food smarts department. Go team...whatever they are! "Mkay. I think I like the idea of a bath. And relaxing for a little bit. This whole being out thing was a little more work than I think I'd like tonight without a little break in between that and anything else we might end up doing."
The giant ass troll nuzzles into the tiny by comparison humans hair, purring. "You really didn't have to get me anything, you know." This doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it though. Or that there's not something floating around back in that room for John too.
John: "I like getting you stuff." He smiles and turns his head so he can kiss Karkat. "Even if I sort of suck at getting really good gifts. I know you'll say you like whatever I get you though." Which is a pro and a con to gifts for Karkat.
Karkat: The kiss is ready and waiting, as it so often is. "You do your best. Considering the number of people who give me gifts I can count on a partially amputated hand, I'm not really complaining here. And I do tend to actually like the things you get me, so it's not just me saying it."
John: "I'm actually pretty excited about this one." He grins, standing and throwing away their trash. He takes Karkat's hand so they can go out to the car again. "It's not completely like any gifts I've given you before."
Karkat: "Geez. Way to put a guy into suspense, John." He squeezes the hand once they're together, gently leading the way. A part of him wanted to make a very lewd joke at the expense of the phrasing of the sentence, but sometimes there's an appropriateness level to the mood to be upheld, and this is one of them. "I'm excited to be getting it then. I'm just pretty excited in general tonight. Could you tell?"
John: As easy (and cute) as it would have been for John to just pop a bow on his head and be a gift, he tried a little bit harder than that. He'll save that for another time.
"I can tell." He grins. "It's pretty cute."
Karkat: "Yes. Super cute. At least I'm not cute in the 'I'm going to eat your children' sort of way." That would have been an adorable thing, John, but saving it for another time is a-okay too. No one will be upset by that.
The trip back to the hotel is again, rather uneventful, because this is a happy rp, and the characters are going to remain happy. Every day grumblings and shit do not count against the happiness quota.
John: John plops himself right onto the very comfy and very giant bed as soon as the door is closed, laying there briefly before sitting up and making grabby hands at his matesprit. He wants kisses before they go off to take that nice relaxing bath.
Karkat: John is so cute. "Straight for the bed, huh?" he chuckles. "Don't blame you. It's a nice bed." He secures the door, hanging up the do not disturb sign, before heading over to join him. Sitting next to him on the bed, he leans over and supplies the much desired kisses. There can never be too many of those.
John: He kisses Karkat and all over his face until he's satisfied. Then a little more. Then he huffs and rests his head on Karkat's shoulder, smiling. "Bath?"
Karkat: Karkat takes it all in stride, smiling. His arm curls up so his hand can ruffle John's hair. "Definitely."
John: He gets up and heads off to get the bath ready. When Karkat follows, he pecks his nose again and then returns to fixing up the bath. It's a really big one, definitely big enough to fit the both of them.
When the bath is ready, John gets undressed and waits for Karkat to do the same so they can get in and get comfortable.
Karkat: And comfortably too. There wouldn't have been any point in it being otherwise and was on the list of must haves while he'd been looking for a place. Karkat actually ends up getting undressed in the other room, because he's going to hang that suit up and keep it nice. The only thing he comes back in wearing is his underwear, which are black satiny boxers, bought new for the occasion. There's a small joke there, but it's fairly obscure and tangential, so he expects zero people who aren't him to get it.
"It's wonderful," he pronounces after sticking his fingers in it to test the water. The boxers come off, set aside where they won't get wet. Giving John a quick peck, he climbs in, arranging himself comfortably in an invitingly accommodating manner.
[25-Dec-14 18:44:04] John: John climbs right in after him, getting comfortable between his legs and sort of sitting sideways so he can rest his head against his chest. He feels very little next to Karkat like this, but he hardly minds that.
After sitting there for a little bit, he tilts his head up to kiss Karkat's chin. "I love you."
Karkat: Karkat immediately wraps his arms around the much smaller form of his matesprit. So many people are tiny compared to him, so he's used to it by now. It just makes him more protective of them. His eyes are shut while he rests his cheek against John's head. "I love you too. Very much." He's purring loudly, incredibly happy at the moment.
John: At this point, John is content to just cuddle with his matesprit for the rest of the night. But they would eventually need to move to the bed, so they don't turn into prunes and freeze in chilled water. For now they're safe though.
He sits up a bit after a while and kisses Karkat. "Maybe for once we should actually bathe." He grins.
Karkat: No one wants prunes in the room, so they probably will, but a few minutes won't shrivel them much. He hums thoughtfully at the question. "You mean like with soap and everything? That is a rather radical notion you're having there, Mister Egbert."
John: He laughs. "Yeah, what's so radical about that?"
Karkat: "It's just so...weird." He scrunches up his nose almost like he finds the notion slightly distasteful. "Do you really think we should? I mean. What would people say if they knew?"
John: "Too taboo for you?" He kisses said nose. "We don't reaaaally have to. Don't wanna ruin our reputations."
Karkat: "No. No. I think it's time. No one has to know. It can stay just between us. Get the washcloth, John. We're getting our scrub on." Karkat grins, locating the soap to open it for use while his matesprit acquires the requested item.
John: John grabs a wash cloth from the rack and plops back down into Karkat's lap, grinning. "Are you suuuure?" He knows they're both being complete dorks right now, but it's fun. Relaxing to be so silly.
Karkat: He turns his head from side to side, as if checking to see if anyone is watching. Of course they're not. That would be next level creepy. But it works for the game. "Yeah. I think we're good. Let's do this!" he declares, holding out the soap for John.
John: John takes it and turns in his lap, getting the washcloth wet and soapy before starting in on washing his matesprit. He's distracted from it though by talking and fighting the redness of his own face. "You're a huge dork, you know that?"
Karkat: "And you're a fun sized dork. That's probably why we make such a great pair." He reaches around John for the shampoo, kissing his face in the process. Some of the liquid is squirted into the troll's hands and worked into a lather before it's applied to John's hair, worked through it with deft fingers.
John: If John could purr like Karkat, he would most definitely be doing so right now. He can't though, so he just hums in content as they continue being dorks. He leans in when he starts on his shoulder, kissing him.
Karkat: There's really not much to washing hair, just fingers in the scalp, so his nails are allowed to scratch along its surface when they've run out of follicles to saturate. John's scalp is getting a good massage when they start kissing, because Karkat's not letting him get away with just a simple kiss. His matesprit's mouth is going to be sticking around for a while.
John: He is perfectly fine with that. Kissing is always nice. Very nice. Though it's beginning to distract him from his original task. He ends up just dropping the washcloth in favor of putting his arms around Karkat's neck, nails scratching at his back a little as they kiss.
Karkat: Oops. Karkat is such a terrible troll, distracting John from his mission. He manages to pick the washcloth up without breaking the kiss and rub it along his partner's back. It's not really washing anything very well at this point, but it's the principle of the thing.
John: John breaks the kiss to plant his own little kisses on Karkat's cheek and then jaw. His hands move up a bit to the troll's hair, fingers running through it and using it almost as a way to keep himself grounded. He debates asking if he can touch his horns, but decides that unless Karkat has something to say about it, he's happy to just kiss until they get back to bed.
[26-Dec-14 09:12:42] Karkat: "You want something to go in there, or am I just getting a free massage?" Karkat's not going to ask about the horns, mostly because it doesn't really occur to him. He can get very focused in his activities sometimes and this is one of those times. They're also going to need to rinse John's head eventually, but he's fine for now, He's not going to dry out that quickly.
John: "If you pass me the shampoo something could go in there?" He might have been a little too caught up in kissing to realize that they were still sort of bathing.
Karkat: He chuckles. "Yeah, that might help. You don't have eyes in the back of your head or arms that bend that way." The shampoo is passed to John. The main reason Karkat remembers is the bits of white stuck in his matesprit's hair. That just isn't natural.
John: John squeezes some into his hands and works it into Karkat's hair, smiling. "That would be pretty freaky if I did."
Karkat: "And pretty damn cool. But it's probably better you don't, since I'm sure you'd have been lynched or locked up somewhere for experiments long before now if you did." Well that conversation just took a weird turn. How about we get some actual soap on the washcloth and work on washing John properly? Yes. Good. That is the best plan.
John: He laughs. "Good point." He scratches his fingers against the trolls scalp, leaning in to kiss him again. "Feel good?"
Karkat: "Mmm. Very," he murmurs against his matesprit's lips. Even though it destroys any ability for the cloth to hold soap, it's pulled beneath the water now mostly as an excuse for Karkat to set about feeling up John's thighs under the guise of washing them while he kisses him some more.
John: He shudders a little when Karkat starts 'washing' his thighs. And he may also use shampooing his hair as an excuse to brush his horns a little, fingers massaging shampoo into the skin closer to his horns.
Karkat: They're so onto one another's schemes, but Karkat's slightly reddening face doesn't pull away. He does, however, give up on the pretense of cleaning in favor of simply placing his hands on John's lower back and drawing him in closer. His head tilts into the touch in such a way it's obvious he's deliberately positioning his horns for maximum contact with the massaging fingers.
John: John can't help but grin into the kiss, fingers moving easily to Karkat's horns to lightly rub at them. After a few moments he pulls back, breathing a little heavy. "Maybe we should move back to the bed?" He suggests. The water is cooling a little too quickly to stay much longer.
Karkat: He's smiling too, breath a little lighter than John's, but still heavier than normal. The fact they're heating up is probably not helping the apparent water temperature, but it's true on an objective level as well. "Hmm. Yeah. Maybe. How about we rinse our hair out first though? I don't really want to end up in bed with you with suds in my eyes. That's not the kind of thing I'm into."
John: John sits back and ducks his head under the water. Assuming that the tub is deep enough to comfortably do so. He comes back up and grins. "Your turn."
Karkat: Of course the tub is deep enough to do that. The tub is everything you want it to be, and then some, I'm sure. For Karkat to do it, it's a little more difficult, since he's facing the wrong way and is against the edge. "Watch out for the waves," he warns before leaning forward, dumping some water over the back of his head, and sitting back up quickly. He's definitely out to splash and spray John as much as possible with the ridiculous way he chose to do it.
John: John laughs and shoves at Karkat's shoulder. "Nooow will you get into bed with me?"
Karkat: He gives a gentle one handed shove back, just enough to be playful without causing injury, either directly or indirectly. "I might be persuaded that's a good idea. Maybe," he says, standing and locating a towel. He doesn't need to be completely sopping wet when he crawls into bed with his matesprit.
John: John follows him, pressing against him and standing up on his toes so he can kiss him. "How can I persuade you?"
Karkat: Karkat uses the towel on John too in the middle of the kissing, since he's being accosted so enthusiastically. "I think you're doing a pretty good job so far. So tell me, is this gift you have something you should give me before or after we get into bed?"
John: Oh right, the gift. "After. It can totally wait." He doesn't want to get all nervous before they get themselves into bed. He's been pretty good about not getting anxious about nothing tonight.
He does stop kissing his matesprit long enough for them both to dry off though, and then he's tugging at his hand and grinning. "Persuaded yet?"
Karkat: "Okay. Whatever you say then." John has been very good about not being anxious. Karkat really hasn't seen anything to be anxious about yet though. Everything has been great, even the parts that weren't perfect, such as the irritating play ending and the stupid portion sizes that made them go get fro-yo and looks about how ridiculously overdressed they were.
"If I'm not, I think you're going to get a lasso and wrangle me until I'm there if I say no." He's saying this with a wide grin of his own, just teasing as he lets himself be led to the bed by the smaller figure.
John: "Mm, maybe I will. Thanks for the idea." His grin is just as wide.
By the time they're at the bed, John is eager to get back to kissing. It is one of his favorite things to do with the troll. Walking, cuddling, kissing. Anything that has to do with spending time together of course, but especially those things.
Anyways, John climbs onto the bed, cheeks pink as he lays himself out all nice and pretty for his matesprit. "How's this for persuasion?" His face is a little more than pink now.
Karkat: "So innocent little John has a kinky side. Who knew?" Karkat definitely wouldn't be opposed to something like that with him. The trust is there so that he might actually enjoy it rather than simply enduring the experience someone bought and paid for.
His eyes sweep up and down the enticing tableau laid out for him. His tongue snakes out and licks his lips. "That," he begins, placing a hand and the opposite knee on the bed, "is the best persuasion I've seen all night." The other hand is placed on the bed before the troll finishes crawling up and over John to kiss him from that position now.
yeah! he can totally come stay here. i don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but this place is huge. not as big as it really should be but still pretty good sized. there’s plenty of space for people to come live here. just make sure he knows that the doors aren’t safe for people who can’t fly.
also don’t take him to the city ever. not a good place for a human. roslyn’s people don’t like humans. barrier trips would be safe if he ever wanted to meet the others though!
other than that, i’d recommend not coming into my block? just a good warning ahead of time.
HOW LONG HAVE I LIVED HERE? GIVE ME A LITTLE CREDIT. HE'LL STILL HAVE HIS EARTH PLACE FOR LIKE A BACKUP OR VISITORS OR SOMETHING, BUT HE'D BE PRIMARILY WITH US. I DIDN'T FIGURE YOU'D MIND, SINCE YOU'RE PRACTICALLY RUNNING A LANGUAGE SCHOOL IN HERE, BUT IT'S STILL ONLY RIGHT TO ASK. THANKS.
I MIGHT COME BOTHER YOU IN PERSON NOW. I HAVE MISSED OUT SOME ON SERIOUS QUALITY JONTAN TIME, AND THAT NEEDS TO BE RECTIFIED.
OKAY. SO JOHN AND I WERE TALKING AFTER HE HAD HIMSELF A NIGHTMARE, AND I MAY HAVE OFFHANDEDLY SUGGESTED WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO BOGART YET MORE OF MY TIME THAT MAYBE HE MIGHT MOVE IN HERE. BUT NOT WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION, OF COURSE.
HEY YOU. WHO I LIVE WITH AND COULD WALK UP TO AND ASK A QUESTION BUT I WANT TO MAKE SURE THE PERSON FOR WHOM I AM ASKING THE QUESTION SEES THE CONVERSATION, I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU.
The coordinates Roxy had supplied were for the middle of the living room, and she waves back at him from the couch, grinning from ear to ear. "Karkat!!" She calls out, standing up, practically bouncing her way to wrapping him up in a hug. She smells faimtly of whiskey. "It's been soooooooo long! Too long. Come sit!"
Living rooms are great. The best in fact. The tiny trickster gets hugged equally enthusiastically, despite the nose wrinkling smell of whisky. It's one of his less favorite drinks due to that smell. "Way too long. I'll try not to disappear into domesticity again. I promise." He lets himself be directed to the couch, flopping down on it. "Whatcha got on tap so I can get going while we catch up?"
ANOTHER TIME. DON'T WORRY. I'D RATHER NOT BE SLOSHED OFF MY ASS WHEN I GREET YOUR KID ANYWAY.
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Karkat looks for all the world like he's wearing pajamas when he shows up because he is. There was no reason to get dressed that day, so why bother. Comfort over fashion whenever possible nowadays. He doubts Roxy will give a shit anyway. He's pretty excited to see her again though, as anyone can tell by his cheerful greeting. Look at that smile and cute little wave.
IT DOES. I FORGIVE YOU, AND I WILL STILL COME GET SNOCKERED WITH YOU.
I COULD USE A GOOD SNOCKERING RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
SINCE IT'S BEEN SO LONG, I SHOULD PROBABLY GET YOUR LOCATION AGAIN, IF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND?
I have no excuse for this other than it was one of those stress relief so let's torture a character moments. So poor Karkat here gets to get mugged by stumbling into the wrong part of the multiverse. Felyne Ruffus is my friend's fantroll and I love them very much.
Karkat: It's rare Karkat is inclined to go anywhere but Earth these days. It's not safe on the surface of his hivemate's world, even though he is significantly darker than the wanted Vantas, but better safe than sorry. However, it's necessary that he go down there, as he's trying to find a specific ingredient for an Alternian dish, which simply doesn't seem to have an equivalent available in human cuisine.
Looking around the area, he wonders if he got the coordinates wrong, as it seems very unfamiliar, more run down than usual. The tyrant bitches are nothing if not efficient in their upkeep, but he had picked an outlying area, so maybe that was it. Shrugging, the eleven or so sweep old mutant sets his six foot four inch frame to walking, attempting to discern the location of his destination, hands jammed into his faded to grey formerly purple jean jacket pockets. This is worn over plain dark clothes, no blood color visible. The breath shaped pendant he has been told to wear for protection on these jaunts is sitting flush against his chest, invisible to anyone not currently residing inside his shirt.
Felyne: Shivaa's targeted trolls were becoming harder and harder to hunt down lately. Of course, it did not help that the troll who was supposed to be hunting down said trolls was now required to wear a uniform of sorts when out and about on these hunts. It was practically a 'everybody run I am out to kill you' sign that had been hung around their neck. It was gaudy attire, too. Leather boots, long leather jacket that ran all the way down to their ankles, and spikes. Metal spikes that poked up every which way, that weren't even needed to hold the piece together. The worst part, the main indicator that this troll was out for business, besides the patch on their coat, was the helmet. The only thing that truly protected their identity as a troll, but labeled them as a killer when they were out and about.
Unlike the troll that they were hunting down, or at least supposed to be hunting, they did not fit into crowds as well as they should be. However, the pursuit of the bland looking child continued. There was still a job to do, and by god the assassin of the slums was going to execute it. Literally.
Karkat: His ears flick in slight distress as he realizes these trolls speak with an accent unlike the one he's used to hearing from the mouth of the one teaching him or the films he's watched as practice. But language evolves over time and with location. After all, travel mere hours on Earth and you go from NYC to Boston, which sound worlds apart.
Clearly out of his element, he decides to stop at a vendor and simply ask where he can find the desired item. It's obviously he started learning Alternian late and that he's foreign, using simpler phrases and carrying what would be recognizable as a Manhattenesque accent in English. He's still aware of his surroundings as he holds this conversation, but he has no real sense of fear, as this area doesn't seem to have wanted posters with his doppelgangers face on them plastered everywhere.
Felyne: Wanted posters were not usual around this little slums town, it allowed for unwanted business rivalries between murderers, and it also alerted the prey. There were definitely a few flaws with the assassins plan here. They were given no real physical description of the troll they were after, in fact, this entire hunt was a mere shot in the dark. No name was given, no image or real hints as to what they should be looking for. All they were told to do was hunt down the troll with an accent that sounded far from Alternian. A task like that was not even close to being easier said than done.
Still, the assassin went near the more populated parts of the town, the market square, listening in on conversations that did not involve them, waiting patiently to hear an odd quirk in someone's voice that simply just did not belong. When they finally did hear it, coming from a troll looking for an odd ingredient of sorts, they made sure to stick close to them, even being as bold to stand right beside them, pretending to inspect the merchant's stock in order to keep close. Now all they had to do was get him alone.
Karkat: To be fair, that was the only wanted poster up in that area, more as a warning to anyone thinking of aiding or harboring him. Everyone knew what he looked like. Rainbow drinkers are fairly uncommon, especially ones with silver eyes who didn't start out as jadebloods. Karkat's higher up is uncertain why he's feeling the need to exposition this, but he does. Whoops.
Anyway, the lost troll is somewhat startled when the troll bearing a very strong resemblance to a Repo!man cosplayer pulls up beside him. It's hard not to stare, even more so when he realizes the merchant seems somewhat nervous. Karkat graciously tells them they can go first if they know what they want, since he's barely even sure he knows what he needs let alone whether this seller has it.
Felyne: Curse Felyne's strong resemblance to the Repo!man! Karkat is not the only person that is staring at the assassin, but with most of their identity protected, it is easy to brush it off. Still, they were going to have quite the talk with their boss about the unnecessary need of the uniform. It is quite easy to be intimidating in this attire, and they definitely seem to be using it to their advantage when they 'ask' for a pack of smokes, explaining how beneficial it might be to the merchant if it were put on the house instead of having to be paid for. Even with the cigarettes now in their hand, though they realized too late that they will not be able to smoke them through the mask, they still do not seem to be budging from where they were standing. They were there to stay.
Karkat: Karkat's not a fan of cigarettes, since the smell of them burning stings his nose, but the raised eyebrow is definitely more in regard to the mask than the request itself. The urge to laugh and make a snide remark is strong. Too much time with an Egbert, damn it.
What's really weird though is how the troll seems to have decided to put down roots there. Oh well. Finally resorting to pulling out a picture of the item in question, he learns the local word for it and the fact it's not at this stand. He's directed a few stalls down, toward the end of the row. Nodding and thanking the merchant, he casts one more glance at the weirdo smoker before heading on his way.
Felyne: That's it, it was time to ditch the gaudy attire. Whether it was to give a little fuck you to your employers, or actually smoke when they wanted to was undecided, but with a huff, they had removed their helmet and shoved it into the hands of the particularly frightened merchant. If they knew what was good for them, the salesman would keep both that and the jacket in a safe area behind their stand. The assassin would be back for the outfit later after all.
Although the only recognizable thing about the assassin now were their horns that were previously sticking out of the helmet, and the cigarettes, one which was now hanging out of their mouth, they still followed the mutant troll to the next stand and waited patiently. "What are you looking for?"
Karkat: His nose wrinkles, but he tries not to look disdainful. He carefully pronounces the word, mimicking the merchant fairly well. It's a spice root of sorts, and fairly common apparently, just not where he's from. "Suit get too hot for you? Or were you too hot for the suit?" he jokes after explaining that.
Felyne: "We do not have that around here." Although that might not be entirely true, they were quick to shoot his search down, it was getting in the way of their assignment. "The suit is a uniform of sorts. I am required to wear it when I am out on...business as you might call it. Not that it is any of yours." This particular scarred up troll was not very friendly, blowing smoke at any passerby that gave them even the slightest of questioning glances. Perhaps it is not good to be sticking so close to them.
Karkat: He frowns. That's not what he was just told, so one of them must be mistaken. He's more inclined to think it's this one here being rude to everyone in the vicinity. Not that he had a particular problem with the attitude, it was still not helpful to him either, and there's no reason for this troll to be following him, so bye bye manners and pleasantries. "Well, I figure it can't hurt to ask, so I'm going to do that if you don't mind terribly much, since this clearly isn't any of your business either."
Felyne: There was definitely no shaking the assassin off once they were sure that they had found their assigned target. Soon enough they were flicking ashes on Karkat's shoes and glaring down at him. In fact, they were actually starting to intrude on his personal space as well. "Tell me, where did you acquire your accent from."
Karkat: "Okay, not only do I not have to do /that/ anymore right now, we're not even in the right place for it, so I don't know who you got your information from, but back the fuck off, nose," he rumbles, uncaring of his misstep in language, "Go find someone else to get up close and personal with." He deliberately ignored the question, since it's also firmly in the 'none of their business' category. Despite the fact the troll is quite a bit taller than he, and probably stronger as well, Karkat glares up at them, practically growling at this completely misidentified annoyance. Never back down or look away, pretty straightforward methods of letting others know they're not getting to you.
Felyne: Their head tilts a bit at the quite odd insult. This guy did my appear to he stupid enough to use something like that, then again he was also trying to appear tough in front of a troll much much taller than he. Still, a slip up like that was a clear confirmation that this brat was not from these parts, and it was also a bright sign that he was the troll they were to put an end to.
Without much care of who was around to bare witness of what was about to happen, the largest troll flicked more ash to the ground before grabbing their target by his horn. Before they were able to put up much of a fight, the assassin had an arm wrapped around his neck, his head pressed against their chest in order to keep him still as they proceeded to take the lit end of their cigarette and press it into his eye.
Karkat: It's mostly his eyelid that's under assault right now, as it instinctively closed when the heat and smoke appeared in front of it. Although it's likely the eye won't be without some damage to it as well. It might surprise Felyne he doesn't screech or even do much more than yelp before gritting his teeth. He's accumulated a somewhat elevated pain tolerance over the years due to things he'd rather not discuss with a random fucktard like this.
That being said, he's not going to just take this easily. Deciding he can live with a burn in his temple better than his eye, he wrenches his head the side, away from the cigarette, sinking his teeth into the arm holding him. He can't see the leg next to him, but a couple swats is enough to locate the knee. Once his target is acquired, he draws back and drives a fist into the back of the joint, leaning to the same side he's biting in hopes of unbalancing his captor, if not bringing them down outright.
Felyne: Despite the fact that they are supposed to be killing this troll, the assassin is a bit relieved when he doesn't scream. Sure they may be a murderer, but that doesn't mean that they particularly enjoy doing their job. With the allowed time that they have with the troll writhing and hitting them, the assassin tries their best to keep him under wraps, jerking his head every now and then in hopes that it might injure or even break his neck.
Unfortunately this guy had to be quite the scrapper. In mere moments, they were throwing him to the side, grasping the edge of the merchandise stand as they fought to continue to stand. Sure it doesn't help that that particular knee was injured in another street fight not too long ago, but he didn't need to know that. Grimacing and scowling at the other for fighting back, they bared their teeth and reached to their thigh for one of the blades that were strapped on. It was so on now.
Karkat: He's not stupid enough to twist that far or hard. The yanking on his neck hurts, but nothing worse than a strain. It doesn't matter anyway, since he's free. And free means he can concentrate. Concentration means running into a crowd away from the half lame psycho and digging the pendant out of his shirt. He has to be touching the thing itself with his hand for it to work. At this point, speed is more important than stealth, so he slams his hand over it and just thinks 'Away.' Which unfortunately for him just creates a gust of wind that shoots out from him in all directions. It doesn't do much for him except knocking down innocent bystanders and making him an easy target for flying weapons.
Felyne: Well this guy seems to be fairly easy to pluck out of a crowd. It threw the assassin off a bit though, most of the trolls like this they're familiar with are not able to use avionics of any sort, but this guy might just be a special case. Perhaps that's why he's wanted so bad. Despite the aching leg, the larger troll did their best to follow suit, throwing people to the side, and occasionally using them to lean on just to go one step further. It was clear that this troll wanted very badly to live.
Despite the pain in their leg, they still continued further in their pursuit for the troll that was trying so hard to run away from here. It took quite the chase, but before long, the assassin had caught up with him and pounced, just like the bobcat that they were. Tackling him to the ground, they took the knife that they had been holding and plunged it into his thigh. That should definitely stop him from wanting to run anytime soon. And then they fucking punched him in the face.
Karkat: The only reason he didn't fly properly after that was in order to not draw any more attention to himself than he already had, just in case it wasn't safe. He seemed to be doing all right just running. Right up until he ran straight into a dead end.
This would have been all well and good, still offering him a way to get away if it wasn't for the fact there suddenly a lot of weight on him, trapping the pendant beneath chest with no way to easily reach it. He finally makes a sound, an exertion of effort to roll over, when the blade stabs into his leg. Even then, he's still fighting, struggling to get the troll off him and slide his arm beneath his body. This becomes a moot point when he's punched in his fucking face, bashing his other temple into the ground and knocking him the fuck out.
Felyne: Holy shit. Holy shit they actually knocked this guy out. Wow. He's supposed to be dead, not knocked out, shows how good Felyne is at their job. The first thing they do is check their pockets for anything decent. There is some loose change in his pocket, which is pretty much worthless to the assassin considering his body alone is going to bring in a fairly decent paycheck. In fact, the only things on him which might be of any value to this troll is the expensive looking ring on his finger, and the pendant that was around his neck. Since he wasn't going to need these anymore, they pocketed them to sell later on.
Next was figuring out how to properly off this guy. The trolls around the pair did their best to pay no mind to what was happening on the street. It was clearly none of their business if they knew what was best for them.
Karkat: If Felyne was any good at their job, he'd have been a corpse back at the first stand with no one any the wiser that he'd been assassinated. Since he was currently very unconscious the theft is not something he was immediately aware of. And to keep this from being very short, boring, and possibly very bad for his health. Karkat begins to stir, scarlet eyes appearing behind slowly opening lids. Only one manages to get any distance in the endeavor, the burnt one already swelling and preventing it from opening very far.
Catching sight of the psycho troll still hovering over him, he slaps his hand to his chest before starting to scramble to at least a sitting position. He's not going anywhere quickly between the pain in his eye, leg, and head, so he just stares, uninjured eye wide while he waits for Felyne to make a move.
Felyne: Quite honestly they weren't expecting him to come to so soon, he did hit hit head fairly hard after all. No matter, a job was still to be done. Without hesitating to stop and look him over once he had moved, the assassin was on him once more, giving him a left hook to his nose, and moving to sit on his chest. From there, the punches didn't stop. This is also a rather short reply. Wow.
Karkat: His nose cracks, dragging his head to the left, and he's coherent enough, or maybe he just has good enough instincts to attempt to go with it. But that's quickly squashed when there's a heavy weight on his chest and more fists in his face, disorienting him and sending him back into the dark. Skin splits in some places and facial bones probably break. It's quite likely some teeth get lost, but those will grow back, so no one really cares about those. More than a one sentence reply. Woo.
Felyne: The blood is very noticeable one his face breaks open in several places, and clearly it wasn't the certain color they were looking for. A very very confused look settles on their face at the realization that this wasn't their troll. Granted the color of this troll was illegal by all means, but that didn't mean that they were under the assassin's payroll anymore. In fact, they were never on it to begin with. For once in their life, they had made a mistake while on duty.
Karkat: There is a very severe problem with trying to reply when your character is bleeding and unconscious on the street with his face broken in multiple places. There's really nothing to do. But lay there. And bleed. And not die, because dying is not allowed at this juncture.
Felyne: Dying is definitely not allowable, assassins don't just kill for fun you know, or at least this one surely doesn't. With his things pocketed, the killer moved off of his body, bent down, and picked him up in order to tote his hopefully not lifeless body elsewhere.
Karkat: He just sort of lolls and flaps. This time he's not waking up too quickly. He's going to be very upset his face is hanging against his jacket though. Blood isn't fun to have to get out, and it just does not go with the decor. It's an obnoxious ride, but he's still breathing, even if it is all bubbly and a little wheezy.
Felyne: Clearly this is an assassin trying to carry a mutant's body out of a crowd and into safety, not some fucking cargo ride. If he gets blood in his sweatshirt, that's his own damned problem, he shouldn't have been bleeding so much.
Karkat: Jean jacket. He is not wearing a sweatshirt, and perhaps Felyne should have considered not hitting him so many times before noticing they fucked up. They should probably get where they're going very soon, or this is just going to degenerate into snarky bantering narrative that goes nowhere.
Felyne: I WILL SNARK HOWEVER MUCH I WANT THANK YOU!
Anyways. Within minutes they are in a secluded little alley of the slums, no troll with the right mind or even the brassest of balls would dare go into one of those knowing that the repo troll has been sighted recently. Not too nicely, they dump the mutant's body inside a dumpster, and slam the lid on it shut. If he dies, that's where it will be, but perhaps the noise will wake him.
Karkat: You're quite welcome, dear. I believe your caps are stuck.
The noise isn't going to wake him immediately, but the heat and the smell will soon jumpstart him into consciousness sending him groping about in the blinding dark and headbutting the dumpster lid until it's open. That ought to be a fun sight to see, him crawling out of the container and cautiously setting out with the unfortunate disorientation of having no idea where the hell he is or how he's supposed to find his way back to somewhere that will get him out of this hell and back to Jontan's hive, preferably without running into psycho Repo troll again.
Felyne: God bless the psycho Repo troll. They had just left a troll disoriented, mostly defenseless, and fucking scared in a dumpster. Job well done.
Karkat: Beautiful. Wild applause.
Felyne: Angels everywhere sing. Karkat is crying. It's been a great day.
Karkat: Karkat is not crying, you asshat.
Felyne: ANGELS SING AND KARKAT IS BLEEDING FROM HIS FUCKING FACE
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