but i’m curious anyways!
just tell me, you douchelord!
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.
eh, it’s probably not worth it.
IT’S REALLY NOT. IT’S JUST A MOMENT OF STUPID PRIDE I HAD OVER A MEANINGLESS EVENT.
and yet somehow it’s still vague enough to mean a lot o different things.
WELL, THAT’S YOUR PROBLEM, NOT MINE. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU’VE PUZZLED IT OUT.
>She’s not entirely lazy right now, she does lean forward a bit so she’s actually sitting up when he decides to focus his attention more on her neck instead of their banter. There’s room made for him to scoot closer, the only reasonable way to do that is to have him sit in between her legs, but seeing as how they were talking, it’s not going to be much of a problem later on. She snorts at his remark.
And yet you stiill respond to my every beck and call.
It’s not like between Sollux’s legs is a place Karkat would have a problem being anyway. One arm tucks itself by her side to steady him as he kneels. The other comes to rest around her waist, making its home against the small of her back. “Mm. Doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s good for me,” he agrees, latching on. She is severely lacking in marks, and he needs to fix that asap.
do i want to know what you’re talking about? :???
IT SHOULDN’T BE THAT DIFFICULT TO FIGURE OUT.
IT ONLY TOOK ME A SWEEP AND A COUPLE PERIGEES AFTER THE LAST HUNDRED, BUT AT LEAST I GOT THERE FIRST, AND COMPLETELY UNDER MY OWN POWER TOO.
My glasses diid work, dumbass. Maybe the reason ii can bear two bee around you iis because ii’m not weariing them.
>Not that they would be of any use if she did wear them, they’ve been broken now for quite a while. That of course is never going to stop her from being a tool.
ii hope you plan on makiing a move soon then, because ii don’t want two waiit around untiil ii am as old and wriinkly as ii’m startiing two look when you fiinally deciide two.
What she says makes more sense than what Karkat’d said, and he’s well aware of it the moment her words are out, so he just snorts. That about covers it. He expects nothing less than his lovely matesprit than for her to be the ultimate in user assistive devices. Nipping at her toe before dropping the foot to one side, he leans forward, nuzzling into her neck. “Lazy ass mother fucker,” he murmurs, nipping at the skin there.
VIVA LA REVOLUTION
Hey now, you can’t bee that ugly iif ii can stiill bear two look at you naked.
>Might as well give him a good glance over while you’re at it. It must be a truly silly and ridiculous punishment if he’s not aware of it. She’s not daring enough to attempt to poke him anywhere else but on or near his chest, anywhere else and he might bite her.
That doesn’t sound two unusual, but consiideriing the fact that we aren’t even doing anything that could lead up to imminent death for the both of us iin our fake scenariio, ii doubt iit’s goiing to happen.
"Or maybe you need glasses that work instead of making you look like a tool," he snorts. Not that she wears them, but it’ll do for a historical reference. He might bite her anyway. Is that a toe headed for his teeth. Yup. It is. "We aren’t yet, but the ablution is still young, at least for me anyway, prune foot."
Honestly ii’m surpriised any camera you handle doesn’t break at the sight of you, what wiith your ugly mug and everythiing.
>Ew gross, no spitting water at people. She bapped at her mate’s chest with her foot as a small punishment for his wrongdoings. Honestly she was feeling a little bit silly at the moment, something she probably picked up from being around a wiggler too often, so instead of moving her foot away from him, she wriggled her toes and continued to poke at him.
Aw shoot. and here ii thought you wanted me two use my psiioniics on you.
>Totally not fake pouting.
"Gee, thanks, I love you too, dear." It was an accident, mostly, and the foot bapping isn’t taken seriously. He’s not aware it’s even a punishment. It’s not like she’s the only one that’s been around a silly troll child, so he pokes at the foot poking him. He’s not a contortionist, so this is accomplished via the more traditional method of using his finger. "Hey. There’s a difference between using your psionics on me and electrocuting me when you die. The latter tends to lack the control necessary not to take me with you." He knows. He’s seen it.