do you think this is some kind of game.

john is a tiny bit claustrophobic! he loves being held closely, he can hide in a closet or under a sink if need be, but anything smaller than a spacious cabinet makes him freak out pretty badly. if his hands are tied behind his back or something the less tolerant he is of the space. (if he were tied up and thrown into a trunk or something for example. no ties? he’d ride trunk. otherwise nope.)

i’m trying to look cool on the internet.

here he is, miss america.

hi. <3 :*

*cute gasp sounds.*

that isn’t my shoulder.

…bye karkat??

hiiiiiiii!

karkaaaaaaaat!

hi dave!

what’s up??

that’s… surprising?

…you love my blog?

i’m… sorry it’s not much to look at lately. i’ve been kinda down.

please don’t die. you can of course have a hug.

even though i don’t know who you are i’m 100000% positive i miss you too.

threaten anyone he knows. even if he’s not fond of them he’ll defend them to the death.

really, really lame jokes. and letting him tell really lame jokes.

♥: honestly? it doesn’t take much. he wears his heart on his sleeve. at this point getting in his pants and winning his heart are synonymous with one another. (the way things are going, it’ll be easier to get into his pants than it will to win his heart.)

♦: literally scoop him into your arms and hold him. pet his hair, rub his back. he’s very childish in that respect. then again, he’s pretty childish in general.