[Oh thank fuck, John isn't in Dave's room right now. Explaining this to one human is going to be hard enough, especially when it's the father, it would be even harder if Dave Strider was present. The grub in his arms makes the tiniest little gurgling noise, almost inaudible, at the sound of John's voice and Karkat completely loses interest in his boyfriendsprit for the moment. He brings the baby up to his neck and cradles him there. The infant coos and the warm spot in Karkat's chest strains again. He tries to keep his voice down when he talks, a first.]
John, we have a fucking problem!
[He sounds almost reptilian when he hisses under his breath like that, but the grub seems to like it, nuzzling closer to Karkat, who looks surprised and swallows the lump in his throat.]
I thought there wasn't supposed to be a way for our fucking pailing to make fucking babies!
[He holds the grub out at arms' length, carefully supporting it. It whines at the lack of contact and Karkat hastily pulls it back into his chest, making soft clicking noises in the back of his throat. He turns bright red and stares fixedly at John as if daring him to laugh.]
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Date: 2011-12-24 07:19 am (UTC)John, we have a fucking problem!
[He sounds almost reptilian when he hisses under his breath like that, but the grub seems to like it, nuzzling closer to Karkat, who looks surprised and swallows the lump in his throat.]
I thought there wasn't supposed to be a way for our fucking pailing to make fucking babies!
[He holds the grub out at arms' length, carefully supporting it. It whines at the lack of contact and Karkat hastily pulls it back into his chest, making soft clicking noises in the back of his throat. He turns bright red and stares fixedly at John as if daring him to laugh.]