She was always late for something. Always.
Whether it was hightailing it to class or rushing out the door for a dinner date, she always found a way to be at least three minutes tardy.
Karkat finds this trait exceedingly irritating. Where she lacked the knowledge of time and put things to last minute, he had a record of excellent attendance and work turned in on time, not a second overdue.
Well. That was before he moved in with her. Now, he was constantly throwing her laundry into baskets, keeping the floors clean, bent on making everything pristine.
It bugged her. Sometimes, to ease on the overly clean interior, or to poke fun at her housemate's mood, she's take one of her olive socks from her feet and drape them over the couch. About three minutes later the atmosphere would be interrupted by a low hiss of annoyance, followed with loud stomping up the wooden stairs, where he'd corner her while she lounged about on the bed.
He'd give her a good talking to.
She'd raise an eyebrow at him.
Of course, this is before she pulled him onto the mattress and smothered him with a clumsy kiss.
She was sloppy.
He was neat.
She loved noise,
He preferred silence.
She longed for kisses, and he would settle for snuggles.
No, they weren't perfect.
But hey, they most certainly had an interesting relationship.