[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.