House Guests

Chapter 7: What Now

The next morning, Jake was unfortunately awake first. He found himself immobile, me laying next to him, Dirk laying across his waist. Dave and Karkat were awake next. They stood and stretched, freeing Jake and laying Dirk across my lap. He buried his face in my gut and wrapped his arms around my waist. I awoke to the sound of sizzling eggs, bacon and pancakes. All American meal. Jake was cooking and Dave and Karkat were at the table, chugging coffee. Dirk was still around my waist, so I stretched my neck over the back of the couch and called softly to Dave,
"help me... He's heavy." Dave laughed softly and walked over. He shoved Dirk off the couch and sat down next to me. Dirk was laying on the blinking up at us.
He stood; scooped me up and walked out to the breakfast table he set me down in the seat across from Karkat. As I devoured my breakfast, I watched him. He had golden eyes, fluffy black hair and sharp little fangs with elongated canines. He also had thehorns. What where they for? Were they sensitive? What do they feel like?
Karkat noticed me observing him and spoke, "what are you looking at?"
"You." I snapped back, "how often do you seen an alien eating breakfast after you've been kidnapped?" He kept eating, but he was watching me closely.
After we all finished, Dave surprised me by lifting me. He was a bit more careful than Dirk, as to not to further injure my shredded feet and ankle. He tossed me onto the couch and leapt over the back to lean over and snuggle into my lap. I glared at the intruding form. Jake sat next to me, and Karkat and Dirk came over after cleaning up breakfast. The sat down and turned on the huge TV. They flipped through channels, and they lingered on one channel for a second to long before changing it again. I reached out and snatched the remote from Dirk, who looked at me startled. I flicked back about 15 channels, before I came to rest on supernatural. The very beginning of episode 1, season 1. Dean hadn't even said goodnight to his brother. I smiled and looked around at all the confused faces surrounding me. Karkat leaned on Dave, who was laying on me, giving him perfect access to his hair and horns. I reached up and stroked his soft, fluffy hair. He started... purring. Oh my god. Karkat could purr?
"Karkat?" I asked hesitantly, "are you purring?" He blinked and jerked away from my touch. 
"No! I was just-" he stammered. 
Before he could finish, I intervened. I reached out and stroked his soft hair again. He flopped back down again, eyes wide, apparently paralyzed. The purring started again. I smiled softly. Dave was off my lap now, deciding to give Karkat the space. He wrapped himself around my other arm, trapping it. 
Karkat was trying to stutter something out.
"Stop." He barely managed. My hand froze, moving off his head. He sat up.
"Sorry." I mumble, scared he would yell.
"Don't touch my horns." He stated bluntly and flopping back across me.  I smiled and stroked his hair.
I ran my fingers through his hair, coiling inky stands around my fingers. I rubbed the base of the horn, where the scalp met bone, or whatever it was made of. His purring intensified. I kept rubbing his hair, and his eyes began to drift closed. His elbow fell away, his head falling into my lap.