Kankri Vantas is insufferable and she hates him. How could she not? He doesn't stop for breath after an already lecture long sentence before he starts another. She tunes him out and just watches in awe as he does on and on and on. His closed eyes flutter open and narrow at her slack jawed gaze. What? He asks, turning red at the cheeks. Do you ever stop you talking!? She responds, which only sends him on a new rant. She decides to hate him and his stupid lectures. Stupid, stupid virgin boy.

Kankri Vantas always wears sweaters. Even in the fucking summer, he'll wear the thick tops. She thinks it's ridiculous. He has a myriad of colors and styles. He loves turtlenecks the most. She hates how innocent he looks when hides his face with the collar. She hates that he's almost… cute when he tucks his lips behind the fabric. It's pissing her off. Fuck him and his stupid sweaters.

Kankri Vantas talks too much. Like, damn boy, do you ever stop for breath? (Spoiler Alert: No, he doesn't) As previously stated, she just zones out and stares at his mouth as it's running a mile a minute. His lips are thin and his teeth are incredible. If she actually responds politely, he'll stop talking for a while and flashes a thousand watt smile. She finds herself thinking about how bright his smile was and how badly she wanted to explore the rest of his mouth with her tongue- wait, what? No, that's not right. No, no, no, Damara, get yourself together, girl! That's just wrong!

Kankri Vantas is actually kind of sweet. She has no idea what came over her. Meenah Peixes had just informed her that Rufioh- Damara's longtime boyfriend- had been cheating on her for over a year. After ending it with Rufioh, she somehow found herself at Kankri's doorstep. He opened the door and she instantly burst into tears. Though he was a little awkward at first, he wrapped his arms around her and led her inside. She was now wrapped in his blanket, clutching a hot-chocolate mug, pouring her guts out to Kankri. And he was just sitting there, listening, not saying a fucking word, with his arm around her shoulders. She fell asleep in his arms and woke up in his bed. There's a glass of orange juice and some pancakes on his nightstand. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Kankri Vantas smells really nice. Like, really, really nice. She's about to leave that morning when it begins to rain. She's not prepared for the weather and groans when she sees it. Kankri tells her to wait there and he's back in a flash with a jacket, ranting about the "triggering effects of rain on those lacking in meteorology privileges". It's a pea coat that's too big for her, but it's really warm and when she brings it to her nose, it smells like him. Like crisp apples and clean linen. He smelled like a boy should. He smelled like home. Shit, what if he saw her sniffing the hell out of his jacket. Oh, wait, no, he was still talking- eyes closed as per norm. He's still ranting as she quietly bids goodbye by kissing his cheek and slips out the door. She slumped against his house, thanking god for the sweet virgin boy who smelled just heavenly.

Karkat Vantas is cute when he flustered. She hands him the jacket across the counter along with his tea. Kankri smiles at her and she half-heartily returns it. Is everything alright? He asks, his hand still over hers on the tea cup. Damara? He asks again. She looks in his amber-brown eyes. I'm sorry. She blurts out. For wh- He looks confused before she pulls him towards her and kissing him deeply. She pulls back after a second. For that. With red cheeks and ears, he sputtered and fumbled with his tea. He kept his eyes on the ground and stumbled out, Y-y-you, um, don't have to be. It was her turn to flush and watch him dash out of the shop.