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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.]

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Yeah, I mean, I see how that can be all rightly important, the books I usually diwe into hawe their bits a sweepin' romance an' shit, ewen if that might not be the exact focus, like those. But, they do a pretty fuckin' good job a portrayin' their fuckin' inclinations an' feelin's, ewen in them, so maybe you'll find an appreciation for them. There's nothin' quite like settlin' down in some peace an' quiet an' readin' a good book, Kar.

[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.

I got you movies, so I'm not going to ignore the books. If there's a good romance in them I'm sure I'll like them fine.

[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--]

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Did you really have to give me a holiday themed one? I am not a pine tree and the little jingly bells are utterly unnecessary, jackass.

[He shoves it over, then returns his attention to the other garments. Black things, grey cancer symbols, and... a grey aquarius sign. He pauses over that one, fingertips pressed to the zigzags.]

... The others are fine, though.

[Eridan can't help but let out a small laugh at Karkat's reaction over the holiday one. He thought its ridiculousness was cute, ok! But when he goes to look over the others, and pauses on the Aquarius symboled one, he just smiles softly. Leaning over to offer Karkat a kiss on his cheek before pulling back.]

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.]

And I stand by calling you a jackass. I know for a fact that I'm cute enough for you even without moronic jingling accoutrements.

[Don't even argue it, man. He usually doesn't take being called cute so cleanly.]

[That last gift does have his curiosity, though, and he takes it with a careful touch when it's held forth. Who knows what's inside? Particularly if he'd rather have him open the one with that hoodie before this. After a lingering look at Eridan, he drops his attention fully to the present.]

[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...

[He leans in then, and near-whispering by his mouth:] I love you.

[Then he kisses him, arms following up into a tight embrace.]

[Eridan watches him closely as he takes the wrapping paper off, watching Karkat's face more than anything. Wanting to gauge reaction, he wasn't sure how he'd take it, if what he had gifted him with was alright, or if Karkat flat out didn't like it. He really was hoping he'd like it. His own nervousness was on the rise as Karkat got closer to opening it, Eridan swallowing a forming lump in his throat and all. But Karkat's reaction is telling and downright relieving and he lets out that air he was holding. When Karkat looks up and speaks, Eridan can't help but smile, knowing and expecting Karkat to not wear it, that's why--well, he doesn't even get the chance to present it before Karkat leans in, whispering those words of endearment, and kissing him.]

[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.]

[This is the kind of thing he wanted. It's not about getting things on their own. For all it's nice to be given presents, what makes it really worth something is the thought behind it, the sentimentality, and the emotions packed together with the choices made. Any other ring wouldn't mean as much as something Eridan had previously owned, and even the choice of the one with the purple band around the middle is an important way of linking things more. It's a sign of himself, and beyond that, of the feelings carried for Karkat in this relationship.]

[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.]

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