if karl was feeling grumpy about his squishy tummy (maybe miranda or alcina said something), how do you think he’d react and how do you think his s/o would best comfort him?
Ah! Squishy tummy ask, just what I need to destress.
To be honest it wouldn't really surprise me if Alcina would point out his weight in the middle of an argument. Low hanging fruit, even if she is 9+ ft.
He wouldn't let it get to him in the moment, because they're sending assailants of names at one another, so in the moment he doesn't really recognize it as an insecurity.
When he got back to the factory he'd walk right to his workshop and start going at it for hours on end. Not taking one break besides to light another cigar.
Eventually you'd have to pull him away from it because holy fuck it is 2am why are you still awake? And disgusting?? You should've taken a shower five hours ago.
You get him up to the bedroom and into the bathroom (that you had deep cleaned months after you moved in, and bitched at him to fix and replace the amenities within ❤️) and lock him in there while you scold him about working like this after the two of you had a very long discussion about his curfew in the workshop.
However by his tone you can tell his irritated, and you just stand there while he yells obscenities about Alcina; your head nodding along because of course it was Alcina.
At some point he lets it slip that she said something about his weight, and you're looking at him like he's insane; why's he worrying about that? That hasn't stopped him from railing the absolute shit out of you.
But you can see on his face that it bothers him, and your arms wrap around his waist. He stiffs, because why would you wrap your arms around the spot he was just complaining about? What's your deal?
Your cheek rests against his back, your eyes rolling in the back of your head at his complaints, lips kissing on his sweat streaked skin. You don't even talk, all you do is listen until he's wore out talking about it.
"That's interesting Karl, cause I for one don't give a flying fuck about this little tummy you have."
Your hands squeeze the bit of plumpness in your palms, listening to him groan before he pulls away. Your arms cross and you raise your brows.
"I'm serious, has it ever stopped you from doing anything?" You wait a minute before continuing, "No, it hasn't."
You start to run the water, stripping down yourself before turning around to continue on the rest of the clothes he had on, "You build all day, you carry heavy things that I couldn't even fucking dream of picking up, you lug that gigantic fucking hammer around."
You stand afterward, clapping your hands together.
"And your endurance sure as hell isn't lacking."
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