"K-Karkat... Kar-Kar... Karka~t, p-please stop! I c-can't take it anymore!" The troll only smirked at the teenager writhing under him. "You didn't stop with the fucking pranks, so now I'm taking sweet revenge. It is your own fucking fault really and since I figured out one of your many weaknesses, my godly fingers will bring you your punishment. You will be deemed unworthy of your title as the heir of breath, for I will leave you fucking breathless." While Karkat was ranting, John seized the opportunity and quickly set his plan into motion. He won't be going down without a fight. Slowly, he snaked his hands to the nubby horns on the troll's head. "We'll see who'll be out of breath, Karkat!"
His eyes widened when he realized what his lack of attention has brought upon him. The grin slipped off his face and switched sides, now revealing John's buckteeth even more. Suddenly a jolt went from his horns and travelled through his body, making it impossible to form coherent thoughts. Karkat's fingers stopped tormenting the heir's sides only to hold them. His breath hitched and his eyes were gazing into heaven it seemed.
"Karkat, are you okay? Your face is really red..." The troll tried to squeeze out words, but John's grip on his horns rendered anything other than gasping impossible. "So troll horns actually are super sensitive! I guess I should let go of them now, huh?" Laughing awkwardly he pulled his hands away, the loss of touch bringing Karkat back into reality. "John. Fucking. Egbert."
He straddled the human, pinning his arms above his head in a single swift movement. Karkat was fiercely blushing and trying to regain his breath - and of course preparing to rant yet again. Some quick thinking could save John from imminent "punishment", as Karkat called it. His only option was to do the windy thing. He called upon the winds and directed them toward the troll's weak spot – his horns.
Karkat's grip loosened up enough for John to wriggle out under him. Just as he wanted to leave, a strange sound caught his attention. It came from his ex-captor's direction and sounded strangely familiar. He turned around and looked at the troll sitting on the ground. Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind. He stopped the windy thing and just as the air stopped stirring, the sound disappeared. "Just what is going on in that fucking think pan of yours-" Again John commanded the winds to swirl around Karkat's horns. Purrr.
Ignoring every warning, he sprinted back to the troll and began ruffling his hair. "I didn't know you could purr Karkat! That sounds so cute! What if I call you Karkitty from now on? Oh my god, that would be so fitting! Karkitty, the purring crabby troll!" Karkitty turned around and glared at the way too excited teen. "Nobody else is to know about this, is that clear, fuckass?" A big grin spread across John's face, promising to keep it a secret. Seizing this opportunity, he hugged his Karkat, making him blush even more. "You're the worst matesprit.", he muttered in a sarcastic tone and returned the embrace. "I love you too, Karkat."