"What the fuck are you doing?" Karkat asked, bewildered, and just a bit more than a little ticked off at the moment. His boyfriend had stole the damn chairs and sheets off of their bed again, and he was aching for a nap, but he couldn't sleep without the wafting smell of cinnamon from their fabric softener on the sheets.
Sollux, was currently hiding under what seemed to be the two kitchen chairs placed together a bit apart, with the sheet draped over it, creating a little cave of sorts; and humming to himself. Now, humming in it's own way bothered Karkat, but the fact that he was humming that god forsaken song of Call Me Maybe was what really got his panties in a twist. That was, had he worn pant- that is besides the point. Sollux peeped out from behind the sheet, lifting it up an inch to stare up at Karkat, and to show that he was currently sporting a shit eating grin at the moment.
"Nothing, kaykay. Jutht thinging and talking to AA." He replied, his slight lisp showing up again, and the glow of his laptop through the sheet confirmed that. A small ping rang from his pesterchum window, followed by several more, and Sollux ducked his head back underneath the sheet to reply, the rapid clicking and clacking of his keys sounding out. His throaty humming still resounded, annoyingly loud, as if he enjoyed pissing off Karkat. Well, he did, but that was just a bonus, the song was actually quite catchy.
Karkat tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, the noise muffled a little bit due to his slippers. They were the ridiculous bright red bunny ones Sollux had given him for Christmas, and even though they looked goofy, he had to say, they were comfy. Not to mention that socks just didn't cut it when the geek cranked up the air conditioner simply because his computer would otherwise overheat, or that his body temperature was abnormally hot and he'd whine and bitch if Karkat tried to turn it down and then yanked the dial right back up again.
God, he could be such a dick.
Then again, he really wasn't in the best position to judge Sollux.
…On second thought, not like that was going to stop him.
"Dude, can I have the sh-" He never got to finish his sentence, simply because Sollux grabbed his leg, and yanked him in, making him sort of bend over half way at the waist and when he was in the little cave buckle onto his knees and hit the ground hard, because Sollux had purposely tugged quite hard, the Cancer could put up quite a fight after all. Better to take him off guard.
"Thooth, fuckath, we're gonna watch movieth and romcomth and be thupid and romantic and thit. thooooth." A thin, pale hand flew up to cover the Cancer's mouth partially, as a joke.
"…Fuck you Captor." Karkat grumbled, voice a little muffled.
"Heh, you've already done that." Another shit eating grin appeared.
"Oh shut up! And I'm picking out which romcom we watch. Your movie tastes suck ass." At this, Karkat shoved Sollux's hand away, and started rummaging through the file of romcoms Sollux had downloaded and sorted alphabetically on his laptop, just for his cranky boyfriend, who always complained when they went to go rent movies from the Block Buster's downstairs, because "It took too long and who the fuck has time to return the shitty things?"
"Fine, fine, cranky kaaaaaaaay kay." Sollux's grin widened, purposely stretching out the nickname, in a way he knew irked Karkat badly.
"God damn it I hate you."
"You mean you love me." A flirtatious wink.
"…That too you asshole. Now, 50 first dates, or this one?"
"50 firtht dateth."