Sweet scents of chicken filled the house, Karkat chopping carrots as his aunt rolled the raw chicken in spices. "You sure you still don't want to tell me about it?" He heard her voice question him.
"I'm sure. I just...It's the same thing as always. " Karkat said quietly, setting the knife next to the cutting board. He snuck a slice of carrot into his mouth, crunching quietly. Though it wasn't enough to hide from his aunt who promptly thwacked him in the back with a spoon.
"We're making dinner." She scolded.
"Okay, okay. " Karkat huffed as he looked to his aunt. Her eyebrows were lined with golden rings. He had wanted to get piercings that were similar, though she refused to let him do it. He supposed it was a good idea to make him wait, though he wasn't too fond of it.
"Have you done your homework?" Porrim asked as she set the pan in the oven, her head turning to look at her nephew. She leaned against the counter, her slender arms folding again.
Despite what one may think at first glance, she did hold the maternal look. He sighed, shaking his head a bit.
"No, I fell asleep before I could. " Karkat admitted. He almost cringed with the look he was given from his aunt.
"After dinner I want it done. "
Karkat gave a slow nod, realizing that there was no way out of it. He looked down to his shoes, though it wasn't for long. He felt the familiar wooden spoon on his chin, smearing batter of something on his chin.
"GROSS!"
Karkat could hear his aunt laughing, a small smile starting on his features. "You're such a downer, I figured you needded something sweet. "
"Okay, but not smeared on my face. "