Sometimes he’ll lay on his bed with his troll and compare their skintones. He presses their forearms together and marvels at the fact that there’s a gray troll in his bedroom, a gray troll he had bedded countless times. Smiling from ear to ear and completely oblivious to it, he walks his fingers up Karkat’s arm, traces his pectorals and leans in to kiss his gray, gray lips.
Karkat looks up at him, a bit bemused, always a bit bristly.
“What?”
John’s grin breaks new ground over his face and Karkat rolls his eyes at the gates of blunt teeth.
“I’m totally doing an alien.”
Karkat issues a long suffering sigh, his tone dripping sarcasm.
“You too huh?
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