[It's a minute or so before Penny responds.]
I think
I think I do.
[Another short pause.]
Thanks Dave.
You're a great friend.
I really mean that.
I think
I think I do.
[Another short pause.]
Thanks Dave.
You're a great friend.
I really mean that.
HEY ASSHOLE
BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN, WHO'S THIS NAOYA DOUCHEBAG AND WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING ABOUT TROLLS.
BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN, WHO'S THIS NAOYA DOUCHEBAG AND WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING ABOUT TROLLS.
WHAT STATE SECRETS WOULD THESE BE, YOU KNOW PRECISELY JACK SHIT ABOUT ANY OF THAT
BUT OK. I WAS WONDERING BECAUSE HE REPLIED TO MY LAST POST AND I COULD NOT FATHOM HOW YOU KNEW AND/OR COULD STAND HIM.
HOW *DO* YOU STAND HIM?
BUT OK. I WAS WONDERING BECAUSE HE REPLIED TO MY LAST POST AND I COULD NOT FATHOM HOW YOU KNEW AND/OR COULD STAND HIM.
HOW *DO* YOU STAND HIM?
ASKED HOW WE DON'T ALL GET EATEN BY LUSII AND I THINK INVITED ME OVER TO HIS HIVE TALK ABOUT SGRUB? AND I AM NOT FUCKING GOING, DAVE.
WAIT, REALLY? I THOUGHT YOU WERE FRIENDS OR SOMETHING.
WAIT FUCK NEVER MIND, I GET IT. I WOULDN'T WANT TO DISCUSS THAT ALONE, EITHER. EVEN IF IT WASN'T WITH AN ADULT
WAIT FUCK NEVER MIND, I GET IT. I WOULDN'T WANT TO DISCUSS THAT ALONE, EITHER. EVEN IF IT WASN'T WITH AN ADULT
[...]
YEAH I CAN SEE THAT.
STILL WAITING ON THE ANSWER TO "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STAND HIM" BY THE WAY, YOUR LAST ONE WAS TOTAL BULLSHIT. I AM A FUCKING DELIGHT AND YOU KNOW IT.
YEAH I CAN SEE THAT.
STILL WAITING ON THE ANSWER TO "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STAND HIM" BY THE WAY, YOUR LAST ONE WAS TOTAL BULLSHIT. I AM A FUCKING DELIGHT AND YOU KNOW IT.
OH
OH, OK. YEAH, THAT MAKES MORE SENSE.
SORRY IF I WAS STICKING MY SNIFFNODE WHERE IT WASN'T WANTED? I MEAN YOU REALLY DON'T NEED TO TELL ME EVERYTHING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.
OH, OK. YEAH, THAT MAKES MORE SENSE.
SORRY IF I WAS STICKING MY SNIFFNODE WHERE IT WASN'T WANTED? I MEAN YOU REALLY DON'T NEED TO TELL ME EVERYTHING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.
OK.
JUST LET ME KNOW WHENEVER YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. IF EVER.
JUST LET ME KNOW WHENEVER YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. IF EVER.
[No judgment here. Wait, that's a lie. So much judgment. All the judgment.
Karkat is fortunately too busy putting the finishing touches on the most epic pile ever to offer comment, but he does have the presence of mind to look away from his work when Dave arrives and give his moirail a faint smile. This fucking idiot.]
I knew I kept you around for something.
[Yes. It has nothing to do with how pappable Dave is at all.]
Karkat is fortunately too busy putting the finishing touches on the most epic pile ever to offer comment, but he does have the presence of mind to look away from his work when Dave arrives and give his moirail a faint smile. This fucking idiot.]
I knew I kept you around for something.
[Yes. It has nothing to do with how pappable Dave is at all.]
[Fortunately for Dave, every blanket and pillow in the room was nobly sacrificed for the purpose of constructing this pile, i.e., it's soft as fuck. You're welcome. Enjoy faceplanting into it while Karkat rolls his eyes and settles into the other half.]
Is this going to be a thing with you. Because if this is going to be a thing, we need to renegotiate the terms of our moirallegiance. They're just piles, Dave, what the fuck.
Is this going to be a thing with you. Because if this is going to be a thing, we need to renegotiate the terms of our moirallegiance. They're just piles, Dave, what the fuck.
Edited (I'M SICK AND SUCK AT WRITING) 2016-04-29 14:06 (UTC)
[What the fuck. Dave, what. And, yeah, Karkat's going to ignore the part where that bullshit response means Dave thinks his face is good and likes it? Wait, what. Okay, no, this matter is too complex for him right now, back to pile-wallowing.]
They're not all fluffy, dickweasel. The horn pile wasn't, and I think Eridan had a pile of shitty wands stashed somewhere.
[And Equius and Nepeta had, what, a pile of robot parts? God, he really shouldn't have started on this particular tangent; it isn't helpful at all.
He muffles a groan in the "fluffy-ass cloud of awesome" his moirail is unreasonably enamored with, then turns his head to direct a vague glare in the idiot's direction.]
Where are my nuggets, asshole. I'm not getting up for them.
They're not all fluffy, dickweasel. The horn pile wasn't, and I think Eridan had a pile of shitty wands stashed somewhere.
[And Equius and Nepeta had, what, a pile of robot parts? God, he really shouldn't have started on this particular tangent; it isn't helpful at all.
He muffles a groan in the "fluffy-ass cloud of awesome" his moirail is unreasonably enamored with, then turns his head to direct a vague glare in the idiot's direction.]
Where are my nuggets, asshole. I'm not getting up for them.

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