drabble (100 words) ~oops~/ humor / burn
first time writing these characters.
homestuck (c) Hussie
Ding went the cooking timer of the oven. John Egbert got up from the couch which held a focused Karkat Vantas on the romcom playing. He pulled his crab clawed oven mitts, a joke gift from Karkat, pulling out the apple pie. Pie is different from cake, he would argue.
"IS THAT SO CALLED DESERT FROM GOD DONE NOW?!" Karkat yelled or should say spoke normally to Egbert, pausing the romcom. He walked in the kitchen eyeing the hot pie. John nodded, turning off the oven. Karkat started to reach at the pie, before getting his hand hit with the oven mitts. "WHAT THE HELL EGBERT?" Karkat recoiled his hand in shock, glaring at the human.
"Don't just grab, it's still hot." John scolded him, about to place the pie in the fridge to cool, the door bell rung. "Coming! You don't touch the pie." John ordered Karkat as he went to greet who ever what at the door.
Karkat puffed his cheeks, sticking his tongue at Johns retreating back. He watched his back, waiting to hear the door open before he moved.
Grabbing a fork from a drawer, he stabbed the still steaming pie. A large chunk clinking to the fork as the piece had steam flowing off it; Karkat blew on the treat before shoving it in his mouth. A muffled scream came from his mouth as the pie heat and the metal fork burned his tongue. He opened his mouth much like a dog would try to cool off the pain. Red tears started to form with whimpering emanating from his mouth.
John came back seeing the pained Karkat waving his hand in a cooling motion towards his mouth, whimpering and crying. "Spit it out!" John yelled at Karkat trying to ease the troll's pain. He didn't listen instead kept trying to swallow the bite. The fridge door opened wide as the milk was grabbed; Karkat's head was forced still as John poured the milk down his throat. From the force of the milk the chunk slide down his throat cooling the burning to a faint sting.
Karkat chugged the rest of the milk jug, before sighing in relief. His tongue stinging faintly.
"I told you not to eat it yet Karkat! Man why you didn't just spit it out?" John sighed running his hand through his hair in annoyance. Karkat mumbled something that John couldn't hear, "What?" he asked.
"I SAID BECAUSE IT WAS A BEST FUCKING DESSERT YOUR HUMAN SPECIES HAS MADE," Karkat growled turning red in embarrassment. "SWIPE THAT BUCKTEETH SMILE OFF YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW EGBERT, OR SO HELP ME!" Karkat yelled at the smiling John, trying to hit him with the oven mitts. John laughed jogging away from Karkat's hitting attempts. The pie left out in the open to cool, with a part of the middle missing.