nepeta what is your hair even

“WHY DO YOU LIKE ME SO MUCH? WHAT IS THERE ABOUT ME TO EVEN LIKE, ANYWAYS.”

“:33< i like your eyes, your hair, your horns, your laughter, your voice, your purrsonality,……efurrythin!”

“:33< there are too many things about mew to list that i like! h33h33!”

felt like paying tribute to one of my favored pairings, heheh.

sorry its kinda sloppy

oh well

moments between yesterday and tomorrow PART 22

“Okay, you,” -you wag a finger at your dad- “don’t eat John, okay? Friend, not food.”

You dad goes scree? Tips his head sideways and blinks the upper set of eyes.

“And you,” -you poke a finger at John- “don’t do anything stupid.”

John rolls his eyes. You’re just going to take that as a ‘yes Karkat, I am perfectly rational and in no way whatsoever heavily shocked by sudden death of my father’. Right. Fuck, but you are nervous to leave him on his own. Yesterday you skipped school to stay with him. All in all it was a very quiet day. John’s capable of producing some raw sounding monosyllabic words when pushed, but otherwise basically hangs around restlessly in whatever room you happen to be in. Not that you expected anything else. The only good (…hah) thing about his grief is that your dad really digs the whole pathetic and useless demeanour -tickles his lusus instincts. You’re, like, ninety-five percent sure he won’t try to snack on John (though you made real fucking sure to gorge him on roe cubes this morning, just in case).

Might just coddle him to death, though. There he goes again, trying to groom John’s hair -good luck with that. However, John just lets him. Sort of pats his claw, a little curiously. They’ll be fine.

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