Tavros didn't have a voice inside of his head telling him what to do. He was absolutely clueless and his eyes went wide again as Karkat leaned in, and his lips pressed against his own. His heart thumped wildly and his whole body felt paralyzed, a heavy feeling that made it hard to move. He didn't know what to do. But his body, for some reason, wasn't telling him his disliked it. He felt a weird, weightlessness rising up in his stomach, and after a few seconds it started going through the rest of his body, replacing the paralysis with a warm, content feeling.

But that wasn't how he was supposed to feel! He wasn't supposed to like it... at all. But... he did. He did, so much. But he still didn't know what to do with his body, and his mind frantically searched for the solution. Frustratingly and confusingly enough the only thing that came to his head was 'MiRaClEs', and the thought sounded weirdly like Gamzee. And Gamzee wasn't being particularly helpful today.

Where did his hands go? What were his lips supposed to do? He knew- or at least, he thought, that his eyes were supposed to be closed, so he screwed them shut. Okay, that was done... but, okay. He awkwardly lifted a hand and put it on Karkat's shoulder, because that seemed like the right place for it, maybe? Was he supposed to pucker his lips now? He didn't know. Was he doing this right at all? Why didn't classes teach this kind of thing??

Why was he liking it?!

It was so wrong, he wasn't supposed to, he wasn't supposed to like it at all, so why did he? Why was he started to not even care about that? Why in the world was he more worried about doing it right, than he was about the fact he was doing it at all?

He really hoped he was doing it right.