Hullo~! Mustard is here bringing you the very weird but not so wonderful plots that fester in the abyss her mind. As the summary says, I got bored one day and wrote a JohnKat Drabble on my iPad and decided to keep going with them. So whenever I'm bored or I have way too much time on my hands BAM! Drabble!
Disclaimer: MustardPanda does not own Homestuck or their characters. Any characters you recognise in this text are not the property of MustardPanda. I only own the plots.
On with the show!
001. Evidence
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
The phrase echoed through the small apartment, rebounding off the paper thin walls and John was worried, for a split second, that the neighbours would complain. Again. There was scuffling in the other room; cupboard doors swinging and slamming and things being knocked over. There was a muffled curse, a slam and heavy footsteps bounding towards the bedroom where John sat idly on the bed, legs crossed and scrambling to tuck something under the pillows. The door to the bedroom swung open and there stood Karkat Vantas, rage-extraordinaire; breathing heavily and glaring poisoned daggers at everything his eyes were set on.
"You!" Karkat screeched as John fell into his line of sigh, marching up to him like a troll on a mission. "You fucking pathetic human! Where is it?!"
John stared up at his boyfriend, rocking a little on the fluffy duvet he was seated comfortably on. "Where's what, Karkat?" Karkat's brow twitched in annoyance. "Don't pull that shit on me, Egbert! You know exactly what's going on! Where is the fucking chocolate!"
A few weeks after the game ended, John made it his duty to introduce Karkat to human food. As it turns out, Karkat had quite the sweet tooth and quickly grew an attachment to milk chocolate, which was now a necessity to have in the apartment John and Karkat moved into together.
John feigned ignorance, glancing up at the enraged troll through his oversized glasses. "I don't know, Karkat. Maybe you ate it all."
"I would have fucking known if I ate it, would I?!"
John giggled slightly. "You never know, Karkat. You could have sleep-walked into the kitchen last night and gobbled it all up!" But Karkat wasn't listening anymore. He was staring intently at John's mouth, his frown letting up just a tiny bit. John noticed this. "Uh… Karkat?" Suddenly, the candy-blooded troll was on top of him, lips fused to his and tongue forcefully prying themselves into Johns mouth. He found the evidence. Karkat tasted his beloved candy in his matesprit's mouth, the warmth and sweetness combined was almost enough for him to forgive John. Almost.
"You have 10 seconds to run," Karkat growled as they broke apart after a prolonged make-out session. John was out the door before Karkat was even finished with his sentence.
