A tea party was not an easy thing to invite your kismesis to. Especially not when you were Karkat Vantas, leader extraordinaire and master of the black quadrant, and ESPECIALLY not when it was your first official date. Sure, you’d traded punches aplenty, but nothing like this had ever been attempted. A lot of thought had gone into this candlelight hatedate and if she wasn’t going to appreciate it, you were gonna mack on her so hard she wouldn’t be able to taste for the next week. You wouldn’t have expected Terezi to understand why you brewed the tea with such care. It wouldn’t have surprised you to know that she had no idea why you were pouring it into those nice looking little cups. You really liked those cups. It was a shame.
She’d had no idea why you were being so civil. Wasn’t this a thing where you angry and then humped? Weren’t the two of you enraptured in the black throes of passion or some other longwinded romantic bullshit? Yes Terezi, yes you were. Yes to both of those questions.
That’s why you picked up the teapot and smashed it against the table, sending scalding tea everywhere. You hated how it felt and how it soaked into your sweater but that didn’t matter. You tore off your precious turtleneck and began chucking the rest of the china across the room where it landed with the same softest tinkling sound one could imagine coming from a saucer thrown in sexy, sexy rage. She was overjoyed when you dropped a match on the tablecloth, setting it ablaze. You had chosen this tablecloth to be especially flammable. Her heart was racing when you leapt up on the table and began stomping on it vigorously, putting the flames out and smashing any poor piece of porcelain that escaped your grasp. You were hot, shirtless, and furious. Terezi was hot and bothered and, unfortunately, still wearing her shirt. The two of you made out on the ashes and chipped pieces of fine dining ware.
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Especially not when you were Karkat Vantas, leader extraordinaire and master of the black quadrant, and ESPECIALLY not when it was your first official date. Sure, you’d traded punches aplenty, but nothing like this had ever been attempted. A lot of thought had gone into this candlelight hatedate and if she wasn’t going to appreciate it, you were gonna mack on her so hard she wouldn’t be able to taste for the next week.
You wouldn’t have expected Terezi to understand why you brewed the tea with such care. It wouldn’t have surprised you to know that she had no idea why you were pouring it into those nice looking little cups. You really liked those cups. It was a shame.
She’d had no idea why you were being so civil. Wasn’t this a thing where you angry and then humped? Weren’t the two of you enraptured in the black throes of passion or some other longwinded romantic bullshit? Yes Terezi, yes you were. Yes to both of those questions.
That’s why you picked up the teapot and smashed it against the table, sending scalding tea everywhere. You hated how it felt and how it soaked into your sweater but that didn’t matter. You tore off your precious turtleneck and began chucking the rest of the china across the room where it landed with the same softest tinkling sound one could imagine coming from a saucer thrown in sexy, sexy rage. She was overjoyed when you dropped a match on the tablecloth, setting it ablaze. You had chosen this tablecloth to be especially flammable. Her heart was racing when you leapt up on the table and began stomping on it vigorously, putting the flames out and smashing any poor piece of porcelain that escaped your grasp. You were hot, shirtless, and furious. Terezi was hot and bothered and, unfortunately, still wearing her shirt. The two of you made out on the ashes and chipped pieces of fine dining ware.
It was awesome. You still show off the scars.