[Dave, stop being racist when you're cuddling with your alien boyfriend. Brofriend. Whatever. Either way, Karkat is not going to be moved by something as simple as French fries; he has priorities, goddammit, and cuddling the shit out of this moron is oh fuck those actually do smell really good. Goddammit.
Sighing, he peels away a little and stares at the Happiny Meal box, his eyes narrowed. This is cheating.]
Well you're just going to have to get used to it. And yeah, I could eat.
[He glances back at Dave again, then sneaks back into nudge under his chin one last time just sort of because. It's kind of nice to be able to do that without horns in the way, not that he isn't still being very careful about how he angles his head regardless. It'd just be too fucking weird otherwise.]
You're feeling better, right?
[Dave doesn't seem like he isn't, but shut up, he's allowed to be completely fucking neurotic and ask anyway. They'd been talking obliquely about Bro, so it has to be warranted.]
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Sighing, he peels away a little and stares at the Happiny Meal box, his eyes narrowed. This is cheating.]
Well you're just going to have to get used to it. And yeah, I could eat.
[He glances back at Dave again, then sneaks back into nudge under his chin one last time just sort of because. It's kind of nice to be able to do that without horns in the way, not that he isn't still being very careful about how he angles his head regardless. It'd just be too fucking weird otherwise.]
You're feeling better, right?
[Dave doesn't seem like he isn't, but shut up, he's allowed to be completely fucking neurotic and ask anyway. They'd been talking obliquely about Bro, so it has to be warranted.]