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“I hate you so much, Gamzee…”
Karkat grumbled as he placed his fork back in the tin foil pan. His ebony bangs fell over his glowing crimson orbs as he rubbed his now swollen tummy. It had been about a month and a half since the Juggalo began working at a well-known pastry shop downtown. During their years of high school they often stopped in once and a while but never regular visits. One day, after Gamzee had returned from his ‘concert’ in the subway station he’s stopped in for a quick bite but came home with a job. It had been going pretty good considering his past job experiences. Now, including his weekly decent check he received a few baked goods to bring home which Karkat had grown to love. So much so he ate the treats gladly and gluttonously he didn’t leave a single crumb. Though in the past few weeks he’d put on a few pounds. It wasn’t much but a small layer of a pudgy muffin top had begun to surface. And it was entirely Gamzee’s fault, knowing full-well that Karkat had a weakness for sweet things
“Aw, motherfucker don’t say that...” Gamzee chuckled deeply and rested his head on the mahogany table. “You could never hate me.” His tone was as smooth as the Jazz that played on the radio. But he spoke nothing but the truth. Even when he refused to take his medication and lashed out he would always apologize with wide eyes almost like a pleading puppy. That and Karkat had known him far too long and thought too fondly of him to give up hope or friendship. “Tsk, whatever. Anyway the next time you bring home those Godddamn pastries home I’m not going to give in. In fact I’m going cold turkey.” He stood up from his chair and tossed the container out with a faint ‘clunk’. Gamzee’s mouth was slightly ajar as those words reached his ears. “What? Why, brother? I made these myself, don’t tell me they were that bad!” He mimicked the Cancer’s actions and tossed out the trash. Karkat felt bad he really did but all these cakes, pies and candy were making him fat. In reality he looked picture perfect as always but like that annoying song that played constantly on the radio Karkat didn’t know he was beautiful. “You’re making me fat! Do you see this? I used to have muscle now it’s all blubber and fat…” He folded his arms across his Super Dry hoodie and pouted. A soft expression crossed the clown’s face, locking his arms around Karkat’s naturally wide hips. “I don’t see any fat. All I see is more Karkat for me to love.” He kissed the bare skin of his roommate’s neck and earned a small mewl from his throat. A thick blush slapped Karkat across his face cheeks. Gamzee always said such endearing and sweet comments when the younger boy was beating on himself. Honestly even if he was addicted to marijuana and all that he was still the sweetest guy in the whole world. “Would you please stop saying those things. Jeeze.” Honestly Karkat wanted to hear more of those comments that picked his spirits up but being Karkat Vantas, he attempted to cover it up. “I still think you’re cute.”
“ ‘Cute’? Gamzee Makara, I am many things but not cute!” In his outburst he stamped his foot but only succeeded in looking adorable. “Oh come on motherfucker, have you not looked in the mirror lately? This ‘fat’ you’re talkin’ about is just more Karbro. And a brother can never have too much of Karkat.” He pulled him closer to his chest and laughed. "You're such a prick...." Karkat stood on his toes, softly pressing his lips to the taller troll's. Fat or not, Karkat was everything to Gamzee and he would always love him no matter what. Quickly the Juggalo slapped Karkat on his ass.
"G-Gamzee! What the hell?!"
"Keep eatin' I want that ass to be smackable by Sunday." Gamzee joked.
"Gamzee, shut up!' Karkat tore himself from the older man's arms and stalked off to his room. "And my ass is smackable enough thank you!"
End.
