Shirt.
Check.
Shades.
Check.
Pants.
Probably.
It’d been a little while since the two had spent some ‘quality’ time together. The last few months had been patchy at best. Bit too heavy on conversations if he had anything to say about it. Not that he really had at the time.
Dave was still preferring to let things go.
Idly running a finger over the bags under his eyes, he looked over at the bottle sitting on the counter. He’d found it stashed in the back of the cabinet. Odd, but he didn’t question it. His appetite was slowly emerging from the depths of wherever they were hiding. He was sure Karkat wouldn’t question it either.
Two romantic saps in a room could end up disastrous.
Karkat opened his mouth to make a rebuttle, but none came. ‘If I had only been there’ would have been a useless wish, because he couldn’t have been there. He was the wrong Karkat. If the other Karkat had just been there… Pfff, no, the Cancer didn’t want the other Karkat to be there. It was either him or no one. He had already been speaking as if those memories were his own now.
No longer, ‘he did this, he did that’, no, now it was, ‘I did this, I did that. I did everything.’
“You’re still the same prick if that helps.” The troll murmured, not really meaning to be insulting, just meaning to be…well… Karkat.
Dave blinked away for a moment, turning his head for emphasis. He found it funny how expressive he’d become since he’d woken up rather ‘blind.’ He had no right to be angry at this Karkat. Very little reason to if he thought about it hard enough. Not that he planned on thinking too hard about any of this.
About to reach for his glasses, Karkat’s phrasing made him stop. …Still?
He tried not to smirk.
“Good to know my charms are still in their prime. I was worried for awhile there. Ten ladies at the door every night seemed like too little, if you ask me.” Dave paused in thought for a minute, silent sitting between the two. A hand eventually broke the calm, finding itself threaded through his hair. “Y’know. I knew there was something missing. When you were gone.” He didn’t bother to correct the pronoun now. “I couldn’t pin it. But there was definitely a gap. Grand Canyon be damned.”
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ilikeitontherox replied to your post: y would u want his tshirt he smells like ass
ill keep sharing my hos w u
ilikeitontherox replied to your post: y would u want his tshirt he smells like ass
this is a family business now
did you hear that karkat
do you know what this means
shes threatening my precious family jewels
sounds like a secretary to me
OVERSTEPPING THE THRESHOLD OF YOUR NETHERS IS NOT IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION FOR SECRETARY.
im getting word now that youre actually her bitch
please for the love of all that it is unironic
please tell me shes not joking
because im getting some vibes hereI AM NOT HER BITCH!!!
oh my god you are
the mighty vantas tamed by his drunken secretary
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shes threatening my precious family jewels
sounds like a secretary to me
OVERSTEPPING THE THRESHOLD OF YOUR NETHERS IS NOT IN THE JOB DESCRIPTION FOR SECRETARY.
im getting word now that youre actually her bitch
please for the love of all that it is unironic
please tell me shes not joking
because im getting some vibes here
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notoriouslypissy replied to your post: im supposeed 2 be on top of karkat ok dont talk 2 him until im at the top
IGNORE HER.so you have a secretary now
she seems friendly
SHE’S MY MOIRAIL, WHAT WOULD I NEED A SECRETARY FOR?
shes threatening my precious family jewels
sounds like a secretary to me
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notoriouslypissy replied to your post: im supposeed 2 be on top of karkat ok dont talk 2 him until im at the top
IGNORE HER.
so you have a secretary now
she seems friendly
If Karkat could manage to get into a less crowded area…in…a city, yes, then he’d be more than happy to toss the coat into the sun and drop under the shade and just expire there.
Hands shoved into his pockets as the troll stood, Karkat bumped his chair back with his legs before strolling out of the coffee shop.
“Talk.” The shorter demanded once outside.
Dave was almost caught off guard by the sudden leap from the table. Not that he was going to complain about the change in pace. Following suit, as alway- wait what. This wasn’t an always situation.
“As much as I’d like to think I enjoy straight black coffee or some double Ristretto Venti nonfat organic chocolate brownie Frappuccino extra hot with foam and whipped cream upside down double blended drink, I can’t actually say I’ve ever been a fan of either. I think I’m doing this whole ironic hipster thing wrong.” He looked forward as he spoke, paying no mind to really where he was going with his thoughts.
He didn’t really owe any conversation at all. but some obligation kept him chattering on.
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“So jack shit on the corner of nothing? Wow if this isn’t talking to a goddamn mirror I don’t know what is.” Karkat went quiet for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck before making a face. Fuck Texas. Seriously, just, fuck this state. The sun was a personal attack on his retinas and the heat was a kick to the shame globes. Karkat was pretty sure he was sterile because anything in him was officially cooked and WOW was that an odd train of thought even for him.
Sweat was wiped off on his pants leg before he… tried to find something to talk about. Okay, Roxy said to play the 20 questions game, and he came up with one, that obviously Dave wasn’t interested in talking about or just honestly had nothing to go on about and… hmm…
“Want to go for a walk?” said the troll who was willing to sizzle in the sun just to walk around with Dave.
“I’m sure this place has never seen a more interesting conversation.” Dave watched Karkat squirm under the heat. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d even had an actual cold chill. One of the perks he guessed. If you could call it a perk of any kind. He was surprised he wasn’t walking through walls at this point.
Dave mulled over the idea of a walk in his head for all of about three seconds. First, he had nothing better to do. Second, he really did not have anything better to do. And third, well, he supposed he’d hold that thought off for a minute. He wasn’t too desperate for human contact yet to admit that.
“After you.”
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