my anaconda don’t want none unless you got
still not tired of this
SOME DAY YOU WILL LEARN.
AND THEN THE UNIVERSE WILL IMPLODE.
YES. MAGICAL GIFTS. WHY ARE YOU SO SURPRISED I ACCEPT THAT?
HEY, AT LEAST I MADE AN EFFORT TO FIND SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT AND STARTED THE CONVERSATION. NOT ONLY THAT, I CONTINUED IT, WHEREAS YOU GAVE UP ALMOST IMMEDIATELY.
or maybe i learned long ago, and that was how the universe was created. maybe it’s your time to learn, karkat.
i’m not surprised. just amused!
something that was even more pointless than your lack of interest in my disappointment in you. unless you didn’t know i replied to that in jest, in which case, my disappointment in your might actually be validated.
did i give up, karkat? because we’re still talking, aren’t we? :B
"Maybe you should try treating your pillow a little better. It doesn’t enjoy being abused." Your hand begins doing exactly as described even as you admonish him, starting across his body to move methodically up and down his abdomen. When it reaches the other side, it simply reverses course. You’re careful to watch how far down it travels when it’s toward the center, not wanting to be traverse into currently forbidden areas, but your fingers do stretch down his hips when you feel they’re in safe territory to do so.
You snort softly. “I don’t know… There’s been times when my pillow has enjoyed being treated pretty roughly.” You run a single claw along his hip as you saw this, not pressing down, just enough to leave a light line that faded away quickly. You sigh and stretch along his touch, feeling small tingles of warmth and want, even as you started to relax, tilting your head to press your lips against his jaw, silent praise to let him know that you were enjoying this so far.
IT WAS INCREDIBLY UNNECESSARY A MINUTE AGO.
I’M RARELY CONCERNED WHEN YOU SAY YOU’RE DISAPPOINTED IN ME, AND I KNEW THEY WEREN’T PERMANENT.
I HAD PLENTY OF FUN WITH THE MAGICAL GIFTS WHEN THEY WERE THERE.
IF THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO TALK ABOUT, YOU MIGHT WANT TO CONSIDER DIGGING DEEPER INTO THE CREATIVITY POOL.
didn’t seem like it to me.
magical gifts… uh-huh.
as opposed to what you had to talk about?
THANK YOU FOR THE UNNECESSARY LANGUAGE LESSON.
SO WHY IS THE CONVERSATION OVER?
didn’t seem so unnecessary a minute ago, now did it?
well, you don’t care about either of the two topics that i had at hand. and who i am to make you talk about something you don’t care about?
seems like the only logical course that’s left, don’t you think? :B
You know he’s not sensitive there. The only reason your horns are sensitive at all in the equivalent spot is because of how much smaller they are. It was merely an attention getting device, so you’re pretty surprised by his reaction. Your response is to widen your eye and pick your head up to see if perhaps you damaged him in some way. Nope. So it was just a lucky coincidence. Whatever. You’ll take it.
Your arm slides itself across his chest as promised, hand just cupping the side of one breast when he pinches you. You jerk under him, murring at the accusation for an accident he caused. In retaliation, you lightly swat his stomach with your open hand. “Grubby,” you retort, and it’s not really meant in a cute way.
Your reaction after the initial surprise was more due to the chest fondling than the horn biting. You had been so surprised by the latter, you hadn’t been at all prepared for the former, and thus, the reaction you hadn’t been able to quite fight back before it came out.
His reaction to the pinching was satisfying for the split second before he swats your stomach, yelping in surprise. You growl unhappily at the name, tempted to butt your horns against his jaw, but you reign that urge down fast. “That wasn’t very comforting, pillow.”
you are a kind and benevolent god radiating beauty and light