It had to hotter than hell. Hotter than pulse and haze. The type of hot where you just needed to walk around nude or something, as much as Eridan would like that chance, Karkat surely didn't allow that in the house. Actually, Karkat didn't allow a lot of things.

It was spring time and already about 90 degrees outside. Which was just the suckiest weaher ever. All windows and door were open as a cool breeze drifted in and out once in a while. Eridan had shorts on and no shirt, perched upon to porch, pretty much dying. "Dammit Kar, did you get the AC fixed yet?"

While, Karkat was in the kitchen, adjusting a window to get more air in, he growled, "Fuck no! The guy who fixes that shit is coming tomorrow."Eridan groaned as he fell on his back, his legs hanging off the steps. "Wweh. But it's way too hot to wait until tomorroww." Karkat hated hearing his boyfriend bitch so he grabbed his manly wallet (IT'S NOT A PURSE, GOD DAMMIT), and moving past Eridan walked down the steps.

"Wwait Kar! I'm sorry! Did I piss you off! Cod damn!"

After many minutes of Eridan mentally punching himself in the face, Karkat returned with two stick shaped packaged items. Handing one to Eridan, he sat next to him and unwrapped his. Revealing a grape popsicle in which he quickly licked and sucked. Eridan blinked, before opening his own, revealing it's red color.

". . .Kar, is this an innuendo of some type?"

"Shut the hell up, Eridan."