"Pleeeeeeeeease Karkat?"
"No! I will not-"
"PLEEEASE!"
John sat on the floor of the grocery store. No, he wasn't three. He was, to Karkat's dismay, twenty one, and having a complete and utter tantrum over some goddamn cookies- Apparently they were the cookies to end all other cookies, making you immortal and never needing to eat again, judging by the way John was acting over them. Karkat groaned, smacking the top of John's head, "I swear to god you are such an idiot- what the fuck let go of me you complete and utter fucknub!" John had latched on to his leg and was now proceeding to laugh his ass off. Karkat tried to take a step and as people hurried past them, not-so-subtly-staring and Karkat glared at them with his signature level of disgust.
"Not until I get the cookies!" John squeaked, loving the whole spectacle. Karkat just sighed, his boyfriend's antics wearing his already small level of patience even thinner.
"John, you're making a scene. Get the fuck off of me, you half-witted sack of vermin infested, rotten to the core and moldy Betty Crocker cake!" Karkat hissed, but John just clung tighter to the angry man's leg. Anyone else would have melted under the heat of his glare at the moment, but John was seemingly unaware of it.
"JOHN! GET OFF!" He growled, a sign to anyone but the oblivious child man that their swift and bloody death was imminent.
"I'll never let go- unless I have the cookies!" John shrieked, and Karkat groaned again as John's antics finally broke him down.
"FINE! I'll get you the stupid cookies. It's a good thing I love you-" Karkat froze, it was the first time in over seven months of dating that he had said those three little words.
But John just bounced to his feet and kissed the blushing Karkat on the forehead, giggling, "Love you too Karkitty. Thanks." Karkat just grumbled and slipped his hand into John's, thinking that maybe it just might have been worth it.