[Karkat instinctively tenses when John touches him, muscles preparing to violently gut his boyfriend. He's always a little bit weird about unnecessary touching, but he pities John and there's another level of thick affection there, so it's been a while since he made him go stiff like that. He takes a deep breath and holds it for a count of three. There was no reason for that. And yet, someone close to the little hideously-colored grub in his arms makes him want to kill something. Suddenly Rose and Kanaya's discussion over dinner about 'maternal instincts' makes sense. He slowly relaxes and leans against John. As he does so, his arms pull the grub closer to his chest.]
Fuck you, he might need my goddamn temper, growing up around these crazy assholes we call friends.
[He doesn't sound as angry as usual, though, more concerned. As much as he'll never say it, on some level, Karkat knows exactly where his anger comes from-- his life fucking sucked, and he doesn't want that for his little ball of teeth and legs. He hesitates when John kisses his forehead, and then cautiously brings the grub closer to him, which means more than it looks like. Trolls are inherently distrustful.]
It can't be that fucking hard, Gamzee and Terezi pretty much fucking raised themselves. Troll grubs aren't as fucking useless as your pudgy little human offspring. Besides, don't you remember your lu-- parent looking after you? Just do what he did, you lived to sexual maturity.
[He brings the grub up to his face and gently rubs his nose against its horns and forehead the way his lusus used to do. The grub purrs contentedly and opens its eyes for the first time. Karkat makes a distinctly crustacean clicking-gurgle in response.]
Okay, how the fuck does he get a name and symbol? There's no trial cave to earn one.
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Date: 2011-12-28 11:07 pm (UTC)Fuck you, he might need my goddamn temper, growing up around these crazy assholes we call friends.
[He doesn't sound as angry as usual, though, more concerned. As much as he'll never say it, on some level, Karkat knows exactly where his anger comes from-- his life fucking sucked, and he doesn't want that for his little ball of teeth and legs. He hesitates when John kisses his forehead, and then cautiously brings the grub closer to him, which means more than it looks like. Trolls are inherently distrustful.]
It can't be that fucking hard, Gamzee and Terezi pretty much fucking raised themselves. Troll grubs aren't as fucking useless as your pudgy little human offspring. Besides, don't you remember your lu-- parent looking after you? Just do what he did, you lived to sexual maturity.
[He brings the grub up to his face and gently rubs his nose against its horns and forehead the way his lusus used to do. The grub purrs contentedly and opens its eyes for the first time. Karkat makes a distinctly crustacean clicking-gurgle in response.]
Okay, how the fuck does he get a name and symbol? There's no trial cave to earn one.