Prize for Majoli11
Groaning, you stretched your arms up above your head and shifted your position a bit more to ease the pressure on your lower back. Just as you were about to get back to typing, someone messaged you
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling (chumHandle) [(CH)] --
CG: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING AWAKE?
You smiled. So he was capable of showing emotion.
(CH): I could say the same of you.
CG: I DON’T HAVE A FINAL AT 8 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING.
CG: SO YOU NEED TO FUCKING SHUT YOUR GLANCE NUGGETS AND GET OFF OF YOUR STRANGE ALIEN HUSKTOP AND GO TO SLEEP.
(CH): It’s called a laptop.
CG: THAT’S IT.
CG: I FUCKING GIVE UP.
CG: BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT WHEN YOU’RE A TOTAL CRABBY ASSHAT TOMORROW BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T SLEEP ENOUGH.
(CH): I’ll be fine Karkat.
(CH): It’s your job to be the “CRABBY ASSHAT”
CG: FUCK YOU
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling (chumHandle) [(CH)] --
You giggled, rocking a bit away from your laptop. He really was sweet, sometimes. Sighing, you glanced at the time blinking at you from your alarm clock. It was late. Really late.
Maybe you should go to bed.
Pursing your lips together, you decided it was best to follow the troll’s advice.
Just this once.
You put your laptop aside and laid back against the pillows that covered your bed before closing your eyes and drifting off into a light sleep.
When you woke up to your alarm a few hours later, someone was banging around in your house. Still a bit groggy but alert nonetheless, you quietly crawled out of your bed and reached for your phone. About to dial the authorities, you stopped when you heard a not so quiet whisper of “fuck”.
Recognizing the voice, you sauntered out of your room and leaned against the doorframe.
“Hey Karkat,” you greeted lazily, a small smirk on your face.
The troll growled at whatever he was attempting to work with before looking at you from over his thin shoulder. “Morning,” he responded, looking about ready to give up on life.
He growled again, his grey eyes narrowing at the thing in front of him. “What does it look like I’m fucking doing?”
You made your way over to him in your kitchen, where he seemed to be attempting to make fried eggs. “Are you making me breakfast?” you hummed cheekily, watching as he carefully slipped a spatula under the egg and flipped it. It landed perfectly on the other side, impressing you slightly.
“Not if you don’t help, nooksniffer.”
Chuckling a bit, you proceeded to stick four pieces of bread in your toaster and poured glasses of orange juice for you and your Alternian friend.
He shouted at you from the other end of the kitchen, making you cringe a bit. “Where are your nutrition plateaus?”
You blinked at him, wide eyed. “My what?” you asked, resisting the urge to burst into laughter.
“What you put your fucking food on to eat with, grubs-for-brains.”
“Plates,” you corrected him, giggling, “My plates are in the cabinet right above you.”
Karkat grumbled a bit before roughly grabbing the dishes and practically throwing the food onto them. You donated two pieces of toast to each plate before sitting at the little bar with your own plate and glass of juice. Karkat grumbled and followed after you with his food, sitting in the seat to your left.
You smiled, picking a bit at the egg with your fork. “So what caused this?”
“I figured you wouldn’t get up early enough to make your own damn breakfast before rushing out of here like a fucking idiot to go fail some test.” But, despite his rude words there was a dusting of scarlet on his cheeks.
“Nice to know you have such confidence in my abilities.”
“Shut up,” he muttered before taking a bite of his toast.
You checked the clock. Still an hour before you needed to leave. Smiling, you leaned against Karkat and nuzzled your face against him. “Thank you, though, really. It means a lot that you care.”
He halfheartedly shoved you away, not really wanting you to go anywhere. “Whatever. It’s no big fucking deal. Just some food.”
Quickly, you pressed a kiss to his warm, grey skin then went back to your meal. “Good food!” you praised quietly as you began to eat.
Karkat’s face grew darker with the candy red blood that rushed to his cheeks but said nothing, letting the two of you finish the meal in silence.
He got up and washed the dishes and you got ready for your exam- almost like a couple. Blushing with a small smile on your face, you shook your head before exiting your room again. Not like a couple, you reassured yourself.
But, just as you were about to leave the apartment you lived in, Karkat stopped you. “Hey, (F/n),” he said in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.
You turned to face him when he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Good luck on your final,” he murmured, the two of you both blushing to darkly for comfort.
“Th-thanks,” you muttered, leaving through the door and quietly shutting it behind you.
Once it was shut, you leaned against it and slid down a bit. “Oh my God,” you squeaked quietly before biting your lips and giggling. “Oh my God!”
You had a feeling that test would go well.