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Lie detectors.
[ Of-fucking-course Dave has Pokemon lie detectors. He's so busted. Well, that's probably better than fucking off without explaining the reason why until Karkat decided to text Dave to let him know someone else was occupying his small frame.
He opens his mouth. He closes it. His eyes follow the shades until they're placed on a Pokemon's face. Then he's getting spoken to in his head. Dirk can't help but feel uncomfortable about that. But there's a relief that Dave's at least still in the room and he doesn't have to bother trying to pretend anything. His eyes go to who should visually be Dave first then back to the Pokemon (Dave is a Pokemon. Holy shit.)
He doesn't get to leave right away. That's fine. He doesn't really want to leave now that he's here. Jig is up. Now they have to solve it. Can't leave until it's fixed. ]
Dirk. I don't know. [ Blunt. Welp. So much for being Karkat. ] Um. [ He raises a hand. ] So. Hey.
[ Of-fucking-course Dave has Pokemon lie detectors. He's so busted. Well, that's probably better than fucking off without explaining the reason why until Karkat decided to text Dave to let him know someone else was occupying his small frame.
He opens his mouth. He closes it. His eyes follow the shades until they're placed on a Pokemon's face. Then he's getting spoken to in his head. Dirk can't help but feel uncomfortable about that. But there's a relief that Dave's at least still in the room and he doesn't have to bother trying to pretend anything. His eyes go to who should visually be Dave first then back to the Pokemon (Dave is a Pokemon. Holy shit.)
He doesn't get to leave right away. That's fine. He doesn't really want to leave now that he's here. Jig is up. Now they have to solve it. Can't leave until it's fixed. ]
Dirk. I don't know. [ Blunt. Welp. So much for being Karkat. ] Um. [ He raises a hand. ] So. Hey.
Oh.
[A quick rush of impressions--kneejerk hurt and nerves first, but quickly followed by annoyed self-correction and a reminder of their first two conversations, how almost natural those had felt, uncertainty and curiosity and a vague sense of oceans, of a vast expanse of Time.
Wart shakes his head (shakes Dave's head? This does not stop being weird), snaps his fingers to get Dave's attention, and makes an X in front of his chest. Oh, wait. He can talk.]
Stop. You're leaking. [He taps his head.] Psychically.
Oh, shit. Oops.
[Dave shifts his weight, but actually doesn't know how to, you know, stop doing that, so he just returns the lifted hand in greeting.]
Hey. 'Sup? ...Where's Karkat?
[A quick rush of impressions--kneejerk hurt and nerves first, but quickly followed by annoyed self-correction and a reminder of their first two conversations, how almost natural those had felt, uncertainty and curiosity and a vague sense of oceans, of a vast expanse of Time.
Wart shakes his head (shakes Dave's head? This does not stop being weird), snaps his fingers to get Dave's attention, and makes an X in front of his chest. Oh, wait. He can talk.]
Stop. You're leaking. [He taps his head.] Psychically.
Oh, shit. Oops.
[Dave shifts his weight, but actually doesn't know how to, you know, stop doing that, so he just returns the lifted hand in greeting.]
Hey. 'Sup? ...Where's Karkat?
DAVE. I'M HERE. I'M SORRY.
ARE YOU OK? PLEASE SAY YOU'RE OK.
ARE YOU OK? PLEASE SAY YOU'RE OK.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GODDAMN WILDERNESS.
I'M FINE, DAVE. IT'S FINE, I KNOW WHERE I AM.
I'M FINE, DAVE. IT'S FINE, I KNOW WHERE I AM.
Edited 2016-05-25 02:34 (UTC)
[ "Psychically leaking?" He can't place any of it, too wrapped up in his own mix of emotions to notice. He thinks Dave might not want him to be standing here of all people. He'd probably get a kick out of it if it were John or Jade. But him? No. It's just... uncomfortable. Curiously uncomfortable.
Your brother is your best bro right now.
That shouldn't be awkward but it is. It's sad that it is.
He's probably shit to psychically link to. How far does that go? He'd like to think he's blank for the sake of him right now. It wouldn't do anything with any level of psychic pick up or leakage. But Dave would know he's not past the face. He should probably leave him alone.
He tips his (Karkat's) head ten degrees to the left, mouth in a straight line. ]
Being me. Near the edge of the city in the trees, if he hasn't moved. [ He hopes Anne's okay. ]
Your brother is your best bro right now.
That shouldn't be awkward but it is. It's sad that it is.
He's probably shit to psychically link to. How far does that go? He'd like to think he's blank for the sake of him right now. It wouldn't do anything with any level of psychic pick up or leakage. But Dave would know he's not past the face. He should probably leave him alone.
He tips his (Karkat's) head ten degrees to the left, mouth in a straight line. ]
Being me. Near the edge of the city in the trees, if he hasn't moved. [ He hopes Anne's okay. ]
DAVE IT'S FINE, JUST STAY WHERE YOU ARE.
DID DIRK LEAVE YOU ALONE YET?
DID DIRK LEAVE YOU ALONE YET?
DAVE WOULD YOU STOP BEING SO MISERABLY GODDAMN NOBLE AND JUST STAY WHERE YOU FUCKING ARE! I'M FINE OUT HERE, YOU DON'T NEED TO BOTHER.
I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK IT WAS LAST TIME AGAIN. AND IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL FOR ME TO BE HERE ANYWAY.
DAVE YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE LEAVING THE HOTEL.
I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK IT WAS LAST TIME AGAIN. AND IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL FOR ME TO BE HERE ANYWAY.
DAVE YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE LEAVING THE HOTEL.
Aw, shit, he's probably freaking the hell out. I should...
[Dave glances back at the door, and more leaks out: concern, a tightening of the chest, the memory of Karkat tucked warm and safe under his chin, he can't be crying, protective and belonging-feelings.
He hovers on the verge of running off to look for him, then looks back at Dirk, at the utter oddity of those neutral expressions on Karkat's face. He doesn't think Karkat's ever looked neutral in his life.]
...Are you okay? Waking up all Vantasfied, I mean.
[Hesitance/concern/curiosity again, the worry for Karkat a constant background rhythm, like a pulse, but not the only thing on his mind; an inadvertent little push to see if the door's cracked, if he can really see that this poor guy (brother-notbrother, fucked up like him) is all right, displaced like this.]
[Dave glances back at the door, and more leaks out: concern, a tightening of the chest, the memory of Karkat tucked warm and safe under his chin, he can't be crying, protective and belonging-feelings.
He hovers on the verge of running off to look for him, then looks back at Dirk, at the utter oddity of those neutral expressions on Karkat's face. He doesn't think Karkat's ever looked neutral in his life.]
...Are you okay? Waking up all Vantasfied, I mean.
[Hesitance/concern/curiosity again, the worry for Karkat a constant background rhythm, like a pulse, but not the only thing on his mind; an inadvertent little push to see if the door's cracked, if he can really see that this poor guy (brother-notbrother, fucked up like him) is all right, displaced like this.]
[Nnnghghg. He takes his hand off the door handle, because, okay, yes, Karkat has...something of a point. He doesn't want to do that to Karkat again, either.
But. No. He puts his hand right the fuck back on the door handle and stalks out, because Karkat is out there and alone and that's not okay.]
you already dont like being human
i dont want you stuck being a human you dont like
all by yourself in the fuckin WOODS or whatever
also im temporarily psychic so i can track you down i bet just you wait
But. No. He puts his hand right the fuck back on the door handle and stalks out, because Karkat is out there and alone and that's not okay.]
you already dont like being human
i dont want you stuck being a human you dont like
all by yourself in the fuckin WOODS or whatever
also im temporarily psychic so i can track you down i bet just you wait
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE TEMPORARILY PSYCHIC
[ Should find him? Dirk isn't the main problem, he can tell now. The reminder of things that are completely awful. The main problem would be something he's vaguely catching. He thinks it's his own at first. That longing. Someone safe and warm. He thinks of Jake. Ah. No. Wrong.
That's not his. That's Dave. The main problem is Dave is going to keep worrying about Karkat. Dave can't be more fucked up about his face than his timeline, right? They should just find wherever Karkat is puppeteering Dirk. ]
Me? [ Is he okay? Something's wrong. This situation is completely beyond his control. He doesn't feel right. He feels splintered off again. Half awake and trying to focus because he left his body elsewhere. He can hear a heart beating in his ears and he knows that's not his own right now. He balls his hands up at his sides. God, he's fucking terrified. ]
Yup. I'm good. I'm feeling pretty short as shit though. How tall is he?
That's not his. That's Dave. The main problem is Dave is going to keep worrying about Karkat. Dave can't be more fucked up about his face than his timeline, right? They should just find wherever Karkat is puppeteering Dirk. ]
Me? [ Is he okay? Something's wrong. This situation is completely beyond his control. He doesn't feel right. He feels splintered off again. Half awake and trying to focus because he left his body elsewhere. He can hear a heart beating in his ears and he knows that's not his own right now. He balls his hands up at his sides. God, he's fucking terrified. ]
Yup. I'm good. I'm feeling pretty short as shit though. How tall is he?
Edited 2016-05-25 03:24 (UTC)
NO DAVE IT IS NOT FUCKING FINE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE WART
HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A POKÉMON?? GOD NO DON'T EVEN ANSWER I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE
I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS PLACE, DAVE. IT WAS FINE FOR A WHILE BUT ALL THE BULLSHIT THIS PAST MONTH HAS BEEN TOO MUCH
I MEAN IT'S NOT AS BAD AS THE GAME WAS BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WOULD BE, BUT I'M FUCKING FED UP OF ALL THESE GODDAMN FAIRY MAGIC SWITCHUP CHANGEROOS DEVISED BY A TEAM OF DRUG-SNORTING MONKEYS USING EVERY PRONG, NUB, AND PREHENSILE TAIL TO FONDLE THEIR MUTATED AND FESTERING SORE-RIDDEN BODIES
I JUST WANT SHIT TO BE NORMAL. I WANT YOU TO BE NORMAL AND I WANT TO BE A TROLL AGAIN AND I WANT DIRK TO GO FUCK HIMSELF WITH A CULLING FORK, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A POKÉMON?? GOD NO DON'T EVEN ANSWER I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE
I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS PLACE, DAVE. IT WAS FINE FOR A WHILE BUT ALL THE BULLSHIT THIS PAST MONTH HAS BEEN TOO MUCH
I MEAN IT'S NOT AS BAD AS THE GAME WAS BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WOULD BE, BUT I'M FUCKING FED UP OF ALL THESE GODDAMN FAIRY MAGIC SWITCHUP CHANGEROOS DEVISED BY A TEAM OF DRUG-SNORTING MONKEYS USING EVERY PRONG, NUB, AND PREHENSILE TAIL TO FONDLE THEIR MUTATED AND FESTERING SORE-RIDDEN BODIES
I JUST WANT SHIT TO BE NORMAL. I WANT YOU TO BE NORMAL AND I WANT TO BE A TROLL AGAIN AND I WANT DIRK TO GO FUCK HIMSELF WITH A CULLING FORK, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
[Crying. Yes, right, of course, crying, because that's the important thing Dave should be taking away from this, some pointless fucking observation about Karkat's emotional state that's absolutely nothing anyone with a pair of working ganderbulbs could have worked out on their own. This is so completely fucking noteworthy that it needs to be recorded in the annals of shut the fuck up and cater to your own goddamn needs, you insipid grubfucking moron. What's so bad about crying?? IT'S JUST WATER, ISN'T IT?
Karkat convulses with another silent not-laugh before his body folds around Dave's completely, a sharp gasp punctuating the moment he remembers how to breathe without howling. He is not okay. Dave's not okay, neither of them are okay, he's not buying any of these fermented behemoth leavings until he sees some actual fucking evidence of anyone being at all okay, ever, which will probably have to wait until he's feeling less lightheaded and wow when had that started happening? He is breathing, right?
He clutches at Dave's back and draws in another desperate lungful of air, his squeal pipette fighting him every step of the way. It shouldn't be this hard, breathing is easy, he does it literally every day! Breathe!]
D-Dave.
[Oh, yes, real fucking helpful. About as helpful as usual, which is to say not at all and he's probably making things worse. What else is fucking new!
He plants his face in Dave's neck and shudders, his pulse pounding in his auricular sponge clots. He's supposed to be helping his moirail dry up, change clothes, get the fuck into bed, but he can't. Fucking. Think. He's absurdly grateful for the towel suddenly; his nails are digging into it hard enough that he probably would have drawn blood by now, or at least it fucking feels like it.]
Karkat convulses with another silent not-laugh before his body folds around Dave's completely, a sharp gasp punctuating the moment he remembers how to breathe without howling. He is not okay. Dave's not okay, neither of them are okay, he's not buying any of these fermented behemoth leavings until he sees some actual fucking evidence of anyone being at all okay, ever, which will probably have to wait until he's feeling less lightheaded and wow when had that started happening? He is breathing, right?
He clutches at Dave's back and draws in another desperate lungful of air, his squeal pipette fighting him every step of the way. It shouldn't be this hard, breathing is easy, he does it literally every day! Breathe!]
D-Dave.
[Oh, yes, real fucking helpful. About as helpful as usual, which is to say not at all and he's probably making things worse. What else is fucking new!
He plants his face in Dave's neck and shudders, his pulse pounding in his auricular sponge clots. He's supposed to be helping his moirail dry up, change clothes, get the fuck into bed, but he can't. Fucking. Think. He's absurdly grateful for the towel suddenly; his nails are digging into it hard enough that he probably would have drawn blood by now, or at least it fucking feels like it.]
[The dissonance between what Dirk says and what Dave's gleaning from him unintentionally is jarring, and Dave's doubtful face doesn't lighten. Wart watches him with an expression that kind of says, "Yeah, how do you think I feel, talking to you?"
Anyway.]
I dunno, five-six? Little shorter than Jade.
[A flicker of stars at first spring, lime, and deep loyalty, the forever-ever-ever kind, and it's gone. First things first: Dirk is the one in front of him, and he's kind of freaking out about being in Karkat's body(haha lol). Dave's got enough worry to go around, he can make sure Dirk's all right before he goes anywhere. He turns a hand palm-out and tries to sound calming.]
It's gonna be okay, dude. These things seem to last two or three days tops, and you're welcome to hide out in here with the lights off or whatever until it's over.
Anyway.]
I dunno, five-six? Little shorter than Jade.
[A flicker of stars at first spring, lime, and deep loyalty, the forever-ever-ever kind, and it's gone. First things first: Dirk is the one in front of him, and he's kind of freaking out about being in Karkat's body
It's gonna be okay, dude. These things seem to last two or three days tops, and you're welcome to hide out in here with the lights off or whatever until it's over.
Shhhh, shh, shh.
[Through what's left of his battered detachment, Dave starts to feel: His throat's a mess, his heart's wringing itself into knots; he kind of has to pee. He rubs Karkat's back like he's got to generate enough warmth to start a fire, to keep them both safe from the night. He's rocking them without even realizing when he started, he lays his head alongside Karkat's and breathes rickety breaths.]
I'm s-sorry for scaring you. I--I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry, I just started remembering--things, and. And I wanted to make it stop. For a little bit.
[His voice goes high and frayed at the last word, like he's running out of air, and he swallows, tries to take a deep breath. It catches halfway through, making his shoulders jump. He holds Karkat more tightly.]
D-didn't want to feel...like that. Like the things I was f-feeling.
[Another cut-off, rattletrap breath, then another. Dave's back-and-forth motion has slowed almost to nothing, and the pattern of his shakes has changed--shivering stillness punctuated by little jerks, low noises stifled deep in his throat. One of them escapes, a soft, too-young sob, and he shudders, starts rocking Karkat again, more desperately than ever.]
Sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again. You're okay, we'll be okay. [Sniff. He curls tighter around Karkat, presses his nose into that thick hair.] Karkat, I'm sorry, i-it's my fault, I'm such a fuck-up, I don't want to do that to you...
[Through what's left of his battered detachment, Dave starts to feel: His throat's a mess, his heart's wringing itself into knots; he kind of has to pee. He rubs Karkat's back like he's got to generate enough warmth to start a fire, to keep them both safe from the night. He's rocking them without even realizing when he started, he lays his head alongside Karkat's and breathes rickety breaths.]
I'm s-sorry for scaring you. I--I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry, I just started remembering--things, and. And I wanted to make it stop. For a little bit.
[His voice goes high and frayed at the last word, like he's running out of air, and he swallows, tries to take a deep breath. It catches halfway through, making his shoulders jump. He holds Karkat more tightly.]
D-didn't want to feel...like that. Like the things I was f-feeling.
[Another cut-off, rattletrap breath, then another. Dave's back-and-forth motion has slowed almost to nothing, and the pattern of his shakes has changed--shivering stillness punctuated by little jerks, low noises stifled deep in his throat. One of them escapes, a soft, too-young sob, and he shudders, starts rocking Karkat again, more desperately than ever.]
Sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again. You're okay, we'll be okay. [Sniff. He curls tighter around Karkat, presses his nose into that thick hair.] Karkat, I'm sorry, i-it's my fault, I'm such a fuck-up, I don't want to do that to you...
[ Dirk briefly looks at Dave (Wart wearing Dave) and looks him up and down in an obvious yet subtle size-up. Something's different here if he's (Karkat) an estimated 5'6. It might have something to do with Wart failing to continue on with Dave's slight hunching. How long has Dave been here? A year? Is he the older one? Dave might get a kick out of it if he verbalizes this thought. It's better than the worry he's getting. ]
Are you taller than me?
[ They should have Dirk (Karkat wearing Dirk) to stand back to back. That little flicker reminds him of Jake again. And Roxy. Huh.
The comment does little to calm him. It only causes a pang of confusion and increasing worry that this is apparently a frequent enough situation that Dave has an estimated timeframe for it. No control. Just change who they are/look like willy-nilly. Back to the possibility of hearing the eerie cheering of "DIRK DIRK DIRK DIRK." Oh god. ]
Thanks. We should probably find Karkat before I crawl into any sort of hole in here. [ He might not be as inviting. ]
Are you taller than me?
[ They should have Dirk (Karkat wearing Dirk) to stand back to back. That little flicker reminds him of Jake again. And Roxy. Huh.
The comment does little to calm him. It only causes a pang of confusion and increasing worry that this is apparently a frequent enough situation that Dave has an estimated timeframe for it. No control. Just change who they are/look like willy-nilly. Back to the possibility of hearing the eerie cheering of "DIRK DIRK DIRK DIRK." Oh god. ]
Thanks. We should probably find Karkat before I crawl into any sort of hole in here. [ He might not be as inviting. ]
Edited (Phone tagging is hard) 2016-05-25 15:20 (UTC)
—Oh my god.
[Karkat bites his lip but can't quite stop his laughter from bubbling up again, and ducking his head to try and hide it is fucking useless because that just puts him at the perfect angle to see that "ring" and holy fucking shit he can't, goddammit, Dave, what kind of idiot gives their moirail a Happiny Meal toy as a wedding ring? To say nothing of the fact that it's completely the wrong quadrant—
His smile flickers, but he doesn't pull his hand away even if he really fucking should. Instead, he traps Dave's carefully between his own and oh fuck, oh no, oh shit, abort. Hahaha, what is this, it clearly isn't happening, that's what!]
When did we get a private island? And yeah, you'd be—fucking radiant.
[....................................................................................................
HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT oh god oh god oh god is there a way to salvage this?? What the fuck does he say, can he say anything??]
I mean, that's what all brides want to hear on their wedding day, right?
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SOMEONE PLEASE KILL HIM.]
[Karkat bites his lip but can't quite stop his laughter from bubbling up again, and ducking his head to try and hide it is fucking useless because that just puts him at the perfect angle to see that "ring" and holy fucking shit he can't, goddammit, Dave, what kind of idiot gives their moirail a Happiny Meal toy as a wedding ring? To say nothing of the fact that it's completely the wrong quadrant—
His smile flickers, but he doesn't pull his hand away even if he really fucking should. Instead, he traps Dave's carefully between his own and oh fuck, oh no, oh shit, abort. Hahaha, what is this, it clearly isn't happening, that's what!]
When did we get a private island? And yeah, you'd be—fucking radiant.
[....................................................................................................
HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT oh god oh god oh god is there a way to salvage this?? What the fuck does he say, can he say anything??]
I mean, that's what all brides want to hear on their wedding day, right?
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SOMEONE PLEASE KILL HIM.]
[... Okay, what the fuck was that? Also—]
DAVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT.
[Except he's—relieved, already calmer (how does Dave do that) even as guilt claws at his insides, shame that he can't fucking deal with this himself. He needs Dave, so which fucking one of them is the more unstable half, anyway? How can he claim total mastery over all things romance and not know this?]
FUCK WAIT YOU'RE FUCKING SCANNING MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW AREN'T YOU?? CUT THAT SHIT OUT.
[He has nothing to hide from his moriail, really he doesn't, except for maybe the whole LALALALALALA GET OUT STRIDER OH MY GOD DO YOU NOT KNOW THE MEANING OF PRIVACY.]
DAVE I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT.
[Except he's—relieved, already calmer (how does Dave do that) even as guilt claws at his insides, shame that he can't fucking deal with this himself. He needs Dave, so which fucking one of them is the more unstable half, anyway? How can he claim total mastery over all things romance and not know this?]
FUCK WAIT YOU'RE FUCKING SCANNING MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW AREN'T YOU?? CUT THAT SHIT OUT.
[He has nothing to hide from his moriail, really he doesn't, except for maybe the whole LALALALALALA GET OUT STRIDER OH MY GOD DO YOU NOT KNOW THE MEANING OF PRIVACY.]
[Don't blush, don't blush, DON'T BLUSH, DON'T BLUSH--]
--I mean, I prefer the phrase "booty rockalicious," but sure, if the traditional language does it for you, I'm not gonna complain about a little physical affirmation in my last hour of blushing maidenhood.
[Hah! Nailed it. He is the Savior of the Awkward Assholes, it's him. Dave flops over onto his back to spare them both having to look at each other, because he is nothing if not a benevolent god.]
Anyway, our private island's a wedding present from Jade, while John's the one who donated the snacks and movies. Rose'll give us an eldritch kraken to put in our moat but she'll forget to train it, so we housebreak it with a Baby's First Puppy guide and every day you come back from your grueling job at the factory, it makes happy noises and licks your face with a tentacle.
[Dave illustrates everything with his hands, and at the last bit, he just reaches up and boops Karkat's face. Boop.]
--I mean, I prefer the phrase "booty rockalicious," but sure, if the traditional language does it for you, I'm not gonna complain about a little physical affirmation in my last hour of blushing maidenhood.
[Hah! Nailed it. He is the Savior of the Awkward Assholes, it's him. Dave flops over onto his back to spare them both having to look at each other, because he is nothing if not a benevolent god.]
Anyway, our private island's a wedding present from Jade, while John's the one who donated the snacks and movies. Rose'll give us an eldritch kraken to put in our moat but she'll forget to train it, so we housebreak it with a Baby's First Puppy guide and every day you come back from your grueling job at the factory, it makes happy noises and licks your face with a tentacle.
[Dave illustrates everything with his hands, and at the last bit, he just reaches up and boops Karkat's face. Boop.]
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