Karkat x Reader (Male) Part 12

--Reader--

It has been about an hour sense you have left the house. You were currently sitting on the old, nearly roting, wood bench just upon the small hill between the house and the pond. Cool wind battered against your frame and tug at your clothes. Your [h/c] hair flying every which way.
Ok, maybe is was beyond just "cool" out. It was fucking freezing. But you had desired to just leave without any warmer clothing and continued to sit there with your arms crossed and head down. Your [e/c] eyes stared blankly down at the dying grass at your feet; being too lost in thought to concentrate on anything more interesting.

Maybe you shouldn't be so surprised. How else would have Karkat reacted? YOU probably would have reacted to same way if a stranger you have only known for a few days came up and just kisses you. Maybe you should go and apologize....but what if he was mad at you? And won't want to see your face now?

This did not make you feel any better.

--Karkat--

After Sol had left leaving you alone, you couldn't help but shuffle your small self under the blankets, curling up tighter. Maybe you had reacted too much..too over dramatic? That there did not surprise you. You were never the most calm nor quietest one.

Maybe you...you should just....
Sleep fogged your thoughts as the warmth surrounding you became too comfortable to resist; letting yourself cuddle up and relax, knowing no one was there to see you in such a way anyway.

--Reader--

A hand laid softly on your shoulder, jolting you from your thoughts. Looking up your [e/c] eyes met purple ones as Thora looked down at you. She wore a sympathetic smile but didn't speak. Only nodded her head towards the house as long white hair flicked in the wind. You know you must have been out lone enough. It was time to go in weather you wanted to or not. It had to be late anyway.

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Warm air swirled around you as the white hair woman shooed you inside. She then hurried off to the kitchen were a certain scrawny troll was, bi-colored eyes staring you down. He didn't look away until Thora patted his cheek to get his attention, them containing to prepare dinner.

You took this time to abscond up the stairs and to your room. Where you quickly stripped off your freezing clothes, leaving you in [f/c] boxers. Then dug through your dresser for warmer wear.
What you had pulled out was a pair of [f/c] PJ pants and a [ another color] T-shirt.

You were about to go downstairs when you heard a soft sigh and rustling of blankets came from the room at the end of the hall. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to turn around and creep up to Karkat's door. Slowly tuning the handle and opening the door without a sound. Then poking your head in just enough to see his bed. The small Troll laid facing the rest of the room, nealy fully submerged under the fluffy, warm blanket. Only his closed eyes and up was visible.

He looked to calm. So...young. like, actually his real age. You just realized how much older he seemed with those now smoothened stress lines. He groaned softly and tuned the other way, his black messy hair only getting worse.

A smile crept onto your face as you backed out of the room and closed to door. Everything will be fine and peaceful. For now.