DON'T WASTE MY TIME LURKING.

dominant-dualscar:

cherrybloodgeneticist:

dominant-dualscar:

cherrybloodgeneticist:

He growls at him, before managing to pick himself up, stumbling slightly. He’s still very sore and it clearly shows.

Oh, yes, we certainly wouldnt want that would we? I don’t think I’d be able to look at myself without spewing my last meal up if that happened.

Karkat looks at his tattered pants and ruined shirt.

You owe me a new outfit, by the way.

Dualscar huffs, rolling his eyes.

If I wwasn’t in such a good mood, I’d rip them off you for good and make you wwalk home naked. Here.

He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a golden coin, then flicks it at Karkat, watching it hit him square in the chest and drop to the ground.

Don’t spend it all in one place.

Bending down, he snatches it off the ground, not bothering to say thanks.

Yeah, whatever.

Karkat rolls his eyes at the highblood, trying to straighten out his stance and not make the pain still throbbing in his lower half show.

Dualscar sneers and grabs him by the jaw for a moment to make him look straight up into his violet eyes.

Wwhen you find yourself just aching for another round, you knoww wwhere to find me.

With that, he gives Karkat a sloppy, vulgar kiss on the lips, fully expecting to get bitten, before stalking off slowly with a swish of his cape.

He returns the sneer, and grips Dualscar’s wrist when his jaw is grabbed, claws digging into the other’s skin.

Oh, trust me, I highly doubt I’ll ever come crawling to you for “another round”.

As the highblood had expected, Karkat bites down into the other’s lip, drawing blood that he spits out as he watches the other leave. Rolling his eyes he turns to do the same.