None of that mentioned a shower, so I'm gonna take it as, 'No, Dave, I am so non-sexily enamored of your deep-fried Torchic gristle scent that I choose to wear it as a token forever, ministrate to me even more tenderly.'
[Even if it's better, Dave doesn't stop, neither with the careful attention nor the petting. He keeps watching Karkat's face as he sinks his fingers into his hair and slowly scritches his way around to the back, massaging his scalp, thumbs gliding after to smooth springy locks back. Rinse and repeat. He's glad, weirdly, that they got into this thing after he already practiced some hella petting techniques with his Pokémon--but that's such a bizarre thought to have that he kicks it out of his headspace immediately.
(Is that why people get dogs and cats, relationship practice? No, wait, it's to learn how to be responsible for something, right? ...Still weirdly applicable to moirallegiance, anyway.)
He uses his whole hand to flatten Karkat's hair up and away from his forehead and tilts his head a little, open.]
Talk to me? You don't have to, I won't push it, but you can, you know? [Dave thumbs another stray clump of hair off Karkat's face again. God, how does he keep it out of his eyes? He breathes out, a little wry, a little self-aware.] Fact: It'll keep coming up if you don't.
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None of that mentioned a shower, so I'm gonna take it as, 'No, Dave, I am so non-sexily enamored of your deep-fried Torchic gristle scent that I choose to wear it as a token forever, ministrate to me even more tenderly.'
[Even if it's better, Dave doesn't stop, neither with the careful attention nor the petting. He keeps watching Karkat's face as he sinks his fingers into his hair and slowly scritches his way around to the back, massaging his scalp, thumbs gliding after to smooth springy locks back. Rinse and repeat. He's glad, weirdly, that they got into this thing after he already practiced some hella petting techniques with his Pokémon--but that's such a bizarre thought to have that he kicks it out of his headspace immediately.
(Is that why people get dogs and cats, relationship practice? No, wait, it's to learn how to be responsible for something, right? ...Still weirdly applicable to moirallegiance, anyway.)
He uses his whole hand to flatten Karkat's hair up and away from his forehead and tilts his head a little, open.]
Talk to me? You don't have to, I won't push it, but you can, you know? [Dave thumbs another stray clump of hair off Karkat's face again. God, how does he keep it out of his eyes? He breathes out, a little wry, a little self-aware.] Fact: It'll keep coming up if you don't.