Karkat says nothing, just hauls himself a little straighter then—no, what, fuck this. Sagging back down so he can stare Dave in the eye it is, especially if he can scoot over and fling an arm around his moirail in the process. Proper posture can go fuck itself; hug time is now.]
Is it something he's still doing? Or still hasn't done. I mean, it's... something bad, right?
[He can't help but cringe at the phrasing, but what the fuck else is he supposed to call it, really. Whatever Dave is actually objecting to has to be horrendously bad, right? It's Dave.]
why ARE you awake
Karkat says nothing, just hauls himself a little straighter then—no, what, fuck this. Sagging back down so he can stare Dave in the eye it is, especially if he can scoot over and fling an arm around his moirail in the process. Proper posture can go fuck itself; hug time is now.]
Is it something he's still doing? Or still hasn't done. I mean, it's... something bad, right?
[He can't help but cringe at the phrasing, but what the fuck else is he supposed to call it, really. Whatever Dave is actually objecting to has to be horrendously bad, right? It's Dave.]