If you don’t already understand it’s going to be hard to explain to you. It’s not like they’re technically any different they just… they just are.
I think you’re saying they feel different.
But they don’t. Not physically. Lips are lips and that’s just kind of how it is.
I wasn’t talkin’ about lips, Karkat, I was talkin’ about hearts.
… Yeah. Uh. Hearts, okay. Listen, anon, it’s hard to explain without it sounding stupid or brazenly cheesy, so I’m going to leave that up to Gamzee, seeing as he’s a downright natural. Take it away, “Stupid and Brazenly Cheesy.”
Looks like it’s my turn.
Karkat’s sorta right. It’s hard to explain, and you probably won’t get it unless you’ve at least seen it a bunch. It’s easier if you’ve felt it, ‘cause that’s where the real difference lies.
Moirails and matesprits kiss in about the same places. It’s not like chunks of bodies are sectioned off, red here, pale here, black here, who even motherfuckin knows with ash—it ain’t like that. It all has to do with what folks are comfortable with. Karkat and I don’t have anyone else, not just yet, so we don’t have anyone up and getting jealous or uncomfortable because of a few smooches.
I think most folks don’t much mind. Your matesprit’s moirail kisses ‘em on the mouth, or the neck, or right on the kneecap, chances are you’re not going to get too upset. Because it’s different, see? I up and kiss Karkat on the mouth and the neck and right on the kneecap, and I don’t feel flushed for him any more than any fine motherfucker I play red with for a night. I might kiss him just about the same, but it’s what I’m feelin’ that makes the difference.
I guess your second question gets about the same answer. It’s just what you’re comfortable with. Karkat gets all kinds of snuggly but some palemates don’t so much as pap each others’ faces with a long stick. Some moirails probably get to mating, too, but still feel just as pale. I figure as long as they’re happy and they’re not makin’ anyone else who matters unhappy, there’s not a thing wrong with that.
Could be if either of us fills any other quadrants, we’ll have to have a talk about what everyone’s cool with, but in the meantime we’re fine just—
ALRIGHT, thanks, that’s enough out of you. Jesus, I leave you alone for five minutes to answer a simple question and you’re about ready to write disturbingly intimate smut about your pale quadrant.
Give me the keyboard, I’m confiscating it.