Karkat Vantas ♋ carcinoGeneticist (
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vatheon2012-01-08 12:00 am
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Who: Karkat and Eridan
Location: Karkat and Eridan's hive.
Time: Backdated to Christmas morning.
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[The thing about being a troll in Vatheon is that sleep schedules are random as fuck. There's no sun visible down in the bubble, and even up on the island its rays are comparatively harmless next to the scorching thing that was Alternia's star. Karkat himself hardly sleeps at all, for one, but those that do don't necessarily sleep in the day, or even every day. Just because it was Christmas eve last night didn't mean he submitted to human traditions of human monkey youths curled up in their bizarre restangles. But he also isn't such a dick as to make Eridan stay awake with him that night.]
[But as morning comes, light dawning early with the summer up on the surface, he can't put off his impatience anymore. The bubble has its early morning glow outside, so who cares that it's not even 6 AM yet? Not Karkat Vantas.]
[So maybe he's eager to exchange presents. So what.]
[He leaves his room, where he's spent some of the time fussing over how exactly things are bundle in his gift(s) for his matesprit - which, for that matter, is not captchalogued in his sylladex - and heads for the door of his respiteblock.]
Eridan? Wake up, or I'm coming in there and dragging your lazy ass out of bed.
[Nevermind the time as he knocks heavily at the door. Not that he always does knock, but the noise is a good aid to his purpose.]
Location: Karkat and Eridan's hive.
Time: Backdated to Christmas morning.
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[The thing about being a troll in Vatheon is that sleep schedules are random as fuck. There's no sun visible down in the bubble, and even up on the island its rays are comparatively harmless next to the scorching thing that was Alternia's star. Karkat himself hardly sleeps at all, for one, but those that do don't necessarily sleep in the day, or even every day. Just because it was Christmas eve last night didn't mean he submitted to human traditions of human monkey youths curled up in their bizarre restangles. But he also isn't such a dick as to make Eridan stay awake with him that night.]
[But as morning comes, light dawning early with the summer up on the surface, he can't put off his impatience anymore. The bubble has its early morning glow outside, so who cares that it's not even 6 AM yet? Not Karkat Vantas.]
[So maybe he's eager to exchange presents. So what.]
[He leaves his room, where he's spent some of the time fussing over how exactly things are bundle in his gift(s) for his matesprit - which, for that matter, is not captchalogued in his sylladex - and heads for the door of his respiteblock.]
Eridan? Wake up, or I'm coming in there and dragging your lazy ass out of bed.
[Nevermind the time as he knocks heavily at the door. Not that he always does knock, but the noise is a good aid to his purpose.]

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[Soon enough the boxes are brought out, all wrapped up nice and everything. Stacked together, varying size and shape, and topmost with its eye-catching bow.]
Any order?
[A glance, for confirmation, though he's already leaning forward to select the top one. He at least doesn't shake it to guess the contents, but the weight of it does make him pause, eying it curiously. And for all the fastidious care put into learning how to wrap them right, Karkat does not care to be so neat in opening them. The paper gets torn off haphazardly, balled together in a crinkly clump, and dumped to the side. Finally he removes the lid...]
[Books! He glances back to Eridan, once, then pulls them out sequentially, examining titles, scanning plot summaries. While not the reader he is, he knows a romance plot when he sees one, and it takes little time for him to gather the gist of their focus.]
Makes sense. I got you into romance movies, so I might as well give these books a try. Beats rewatching things all the time.
[He reaches over and slips his arm around him for a half-hug of gratitude.]
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I figured you might actually enjoy readin', wasn't all too sure if you'we ewer ewen tried settlin' down an' doin' it before, since you seem pretty much enamored with your mowies, but it can be upright relaxin'.
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[He stuffs them back in, though carefully, then sets the box on the table.]
Movies seemed more accessible. You can see all the gestures and expressions along with hearing the words and everything - you see the scenes, the emotion in their eyes, and all that is deeply important for a proper understanding of the romantic arts.
But if these are about romance, they have to have something worthwhile in them. Maybe I'll learn something different from the presentation, who knows. And if they're relaxing, all the better, with all the crap that happens around here.
[He leans forward again, to take the middle box. Are you sure any order is fine, Eridan?]
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[But when Karkat reaches for the middle box, he fidgets a bit--before he reaches out to take that one before Karkat can. Offering a trying-to-be-sly smile, but really he just looks kinda nervous.]
Actually, changed my mind, this one is last.
1/3
[But he has no chance to take the box he wanted. Karkat raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend, curious and questioning, but makes no protest. He bundled his gifts to him a certain way, so there's no issue if Eridan wants to save one gift for last. Instead, he takes the third box, and settles back to open it.]
[Some torn paper and an opened lid later, clothes! Hoodies, sweaters, and--]
2/3
3/3
... The others are fine, though.
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I thought it'd look cute on you Kar, haha. But the others, I thought you might like 'em.
[Though he sits there a moment, thumbs rubbing over the wrapping paper on the box he pilfered just a moment ago. He glances down at it before looking back to Karkat and handing it over.]
Here.
[He says it almost sharply, but maybe that was just nervousness, because however quick it was, there was a certain tenderness to his tone.]
1/3
[Don't even argue it, man. He usually doesn't take being called cute so cleanly.]
2/3
[Unlike the first two, this one he is more careful about opening, picking along the seams instead of tearing carelessly. The lid he lifts gently and holds off to the side. And while chocolates do make a good gift, one he appreciates, they don't really explain why...]
[Oh.]
[There, in the hollow where one of the rounder candies sat, is the ring. His eyes widen; his mouth parts, but no words come out. It's something he instantly recognizes as he almost reverently plucks it from its spot. Gold with the purple band around the middle, distinctly his, without the gaudiness of some.]
[He looks up.]
I...
[Then his gaze drops to the ring again. It's not a proposal, sure, and he knows it; Eridan is hardly down on bent knee to pop the question. They're too young for that, anyway. Even his someday wish with Equius is an idea, anything permanent far on the horizon. But at the same time... he's seen enough humans movies by now that the idea of a ring marks something important, particularly when, in this case, it carries Eridan's color so prominently. He fiddles with it, then, nervous, slips it onto a finger.]
[There's a nervous swallow, and then he doesn't know where to look, glancing back and forth between the band and the seadweller.]
I'm not--I'm not going to wear it all the time, continuously, but... I mean...
3/3
[Then he kisses him, arms following up into a tight embrace.]
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[When Karkat's arms loop around him, holding him in that embrace, Eridan's own arms follow suit, though going around his waist. He also returns the kiss without hesitation. Pressing firmly against those lips on his, holding him tight and just showing his reciprocated sentiments with the intimate action. He'll wait to show Karkat the last part of his gifts, this is STAGGERINGLY more important.]
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[That's why he kisses his matesprit like he does now. Not just what he feels for him, but how Eridan cares for him, and the way it all raises his own feelings. He holds it like that, arms wrapped around him, holding him close.]
[But in time, he does reluctantly break away. It's not all at once. At first he only breaks off the contact of their lips, his head leaned in close still, eyes closed, embrace lingering. Then he pulls back further, and after a hesitant moment or two, unloops his arms - only for one hand to snake down and give his a last squeeze.]