At first it doesn't make much sense—crabs don't have scales. Well, only if you're talking about legitimate crabs. We're not talking about legitimate crabs. We're talking about Karkat Vantas.

And his scales?

Terezi Pyrope.

He loves everything about her, even if he doesn't want to fully admit it. Her conical, pointy horns, her shiny black hair, even her slightly maniacal laugh. He misses the eyes she had when she was blind, but loves to see her new teal irises sparkle in the light. Her love for justice is undeniable, although sometimes it comes across as harsh.

He used to be extremely embarrassed about his blood color, but she's the first person he would pick to share a "little moment" with.

Everything about her is just perfect.

She loves everything about him in return. His dirty mouth, his messy hair, his nubby horns—oh, don't forget about his blood color! She loves the slight whiff of cherry she catches whenever she's around him. He's a great leader, and she would agree to practically anything he says.

Everything about him is just perfect.

For the first time, a crab has gained its scales.


I apologize I do not know how to write a drabble. I tried.