Terezi refused.

Karkat was going to get a bruise. Or die. His air sacks were slowly collapsing as Terezi complained about the pillows.

"It's hard to map out your room when everything smells like clay," she informed him. He scowled.

"I like clay. It's fucking delicious." Talking was becoming increasingly more difficult. "You'll have to get used to it. Monochrome is the fucking future."

She shifted on his chest again, and he had finally had enough. With a fair amount of effort, he managed to throw her off to the side. It was the most wonderful thing in the world, getting to breathe.

"Stupid nubby," Terezi stated from her new location, behind the pile a bit. "Don't be so rude."

"Says the idiot who was fucking sitting on my chest," he remarked angrily. "And didn't move. Ever."

She laughed, of course. She always fucking laughed. His chest was still sore, and his lip hurt a bit too. Argh, this was painful.

He sat up slowly, noticing that Terezi had done the same. Her hair was a complete mess. She had that grin on her face, which made him nervous. His fingers curled into a pillow nearby.

Karkat was still wondering about what he had said before. Making out and getting his lip bitten wasn't really an answer, and not the one he was looking for.

"Terezi, listen up you stupid ass."

"I am all ears, Asshat McNubby."

"You never fucking answered my question."

The grin faded into a frown. She moved her head towards him, even though it didn't help her to see him anymore. For a moment she just continued to face him, and Karkat flinched back a little. She then rose to her feet and put on her glasses.

"Terezi, are you going to fucking answer me?" he demanded, turning to watch her. She seemed to be thinking, but eventually replied.

"What question, nubby?"

She did this on purpose. She had to.

He frowned. "Before. The fucking vomit I spewed about...fuck. You know what I mean."

No reply. Terezi simply poked around his room.

"Terezi!"

"What?"

"I just want to know...shit. Bulging vomited shit. Do you think we can have feelings outside the quadrants?"

She paused, rolling back and forth on her feet. "What kind of feelings, nubby?"

He began to grind his teeth together. She was infuriating. There must have been something in her brain that just made her say these things on purpose. Fucking ass it was annoying.

"Romantic ones, you fucking moron wriggler of vomit fields."

When the giggling started, he wasn't surprised. With a defeated sigh, he hauled himself out of the pile, beginning to straighten his shirt. He'd need to change, but he wasn't going to do that with her in his room.

"Hey Nubby."

He ran a hand threw his hair. He was never going to get an answer out of her. "What the fuck do you want now?"

"Get out."

He looked at her with disbelief. "What? This is my fucking hive, Terezi!"

But maybe that wasn't what she meant. Immediately his mind leapt to the worst case scenario. "If you're so disgusted with my weirdass mutant feelings, you should-"

"Stupid!" she interrupted. "I feel gross. I want to change. I don't want you with your perfectly normal sight filled eyes to watch me."

Oh. Well, he hadn't really expected that. It made sense. "Sure, do whatever the fuck you want. Did you even bring your own clothes? Fuck, who gives a shit, you know what you're doing."

He grabbed a change of clothes for himself, and walked to the door. "Just yell or something when you're done."

Karkat made his way out of his room, closing the door behind him. He wandered into another room, ensuring he shut this door as well. With a sigh, he sank to the ground. Fuck. First his fucking mutant blood, and now his mutant feelings. Which of course he couldn't get across.

He hugged the shirt close to him. He could just hide there forever, but Terezi would probably come find him sooner than later. Fucking flying bulges he hated this. It was a storm of pulsating asses. Why did he have to have the mutant feelings?

But sulking wasn't getting changed. He quickly removed himself from his old clothes, and felt much better once he was dressed again. The issue with Terezi, though, was still going to be there.

With a final sigh, he exited the room. One look down the hall told him Terezi had decided not to tell him when she was done. The door was wide open and he was betting she wasn't in there.

He stuck his head in. Nope. She was gone.

He rolled his eyes, dumping his clothes on the floor. Whatever, he could deal with them later. Just another mess to clean up. When had his books been dumped on the floor, anyway?

Knowing Terezi, she had gone downstairs for some reason. Probably tearing apart his house some more. He made his way down the stairs, and noticed the wonderful mess.

He wasn't sure if it was from yesterday when she took everything, or from her coming downstairs earlier. But there was certainly stuff in places it shouldn't be. Nothing was broken, sure, but nothing was where it should be. Fucking ass. He would be cleaning for fucking ever.

"Terezi, this place is a fucking mess!" he shouted, wandering through a few rooms. Each was in the same state. "Fucking bulges, did you just destroy anything you fucking saw? Did you just let a hoard of flying hyena dogs through?"

He heard the familiar sound of her laughter coming from the next room over. He made his way in, scowling deeply.

"Shit ass bulging fucked vomit, Terezi, what did you do to my house?"

She turned to face him, holding a pot in her hands. She placed it on the table a bit awkwardly, but he wasn't paying attention to that.

"That is my fucking sweater."

She laughed. "Yes, nubby. It is."

The sleeves were a bit short on her. It was adorable.

"Why the fuck are you wearing my sweater?"

"You said I could do whatever I wanted."

The pot slipped off the table and crashed to the ground. Karkat rubbed his eyes. Pieces of grey and green were everywhere. He grabbed a discarded tablecloth from the table nearby, walking over.

"Fucking ass Terezi, why are you wearing that? And don't fucking step on a piece of this. I am not dealing with you bleeding."

For once, she was good, and didn't move. She did start to laugh after a few moments of cleaning, but he was able to dump the pieces onto the cloth without hazard. He tied it up, dumping it in the centre of the table.

"You need to get the fuck out of my house," he said angrily. "I am done with your messes and shitty laughing and bulging asswipe answers to my questions. I have had it with your shitty, fuck licked-"

"Want to go to a carnival with me nubby?"

"What the fuck?" the questioned startled him out of his rant. He tried to regain composure, but she was leaning forward. Gogdamn it, she was cute in that sweater.

"Do you want to go to a carnival?" she asked again.

"Where the fuck did that come from? Don't change fucking topics on me, Terezi," he muttered.

"I thought we could go to the carnival! It is colourful there. It is a little stuffy with all this clay."

He glanced around. Okay, sure, his hive wasn't rainbow vomit. Maybe it could use a bit more colour though. Argh, no, that wasn't the point.

"Carnivals are for wrigglers and assholes, Terezi."

"Well then it makes sense to take you, nubby!"

He was about to cuss her out again, when he suddenly realized that it was the perfect opportunity to at least get her out of the hive. If she made any more messes, she would at least do it somewhere where he didn't have to clean it up.

She tugged at the shirt a bit, looking rather impatient. Gogdamn it, he really had to stop staring at her.

"Sorry. Uh. Fuck. Fine, we can go to a fucking carnival. How the shit did you even know there was such a cankering bulgefest around here though?"

"Miracles."

It wasn't really an answer. He grit his teeth. Whatever. He would go to the fucking carnival with her.

Maybe he could get a proper answer from her there.