Title: Handling.
Summary: John knows how to handle his Karkat.
Rating: T for safety.
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"John, get your skeleton ass down here. If you continue to fuck around with the wind I will have to drag you down here by that shitty over sized hood of yours and proceed to choke you with it until you become the same color!" John laughed before landing lightly beside the troll, grinning down at him.
"I dunno Karkat, you really think you have room to insult me from down there?" John snickered at his own insult, and laughed as Karkat growled giving him a glare that would make most people back off. Not John though, because John knew he was all bark/growl and no bite. Placing his hand on the shorter boys head John smirked as Karkat practically froze, completely silent. "That's much better." John joked, his hand began stroking back and forth.
What sounded somewhere between the growl that was stopped and a grinding, purring noise began coming from Karkat, who ever so slightly leaned into John's touch. John laughed and stroked a bit faster, the noise getting louder as he did.
After a few minutes John had stopped, and Karkat was calmed down, simply tucked under Johns arm and snuggling (though he would deny it) into his side. John smirked and held him tighter, kissing the top of his head and earning a happy mew noise.
John grinned, he knew how to handle his Karkat.
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