The PokéGear lies abandoned on the damp tiles where it won't get as wet, next to an utterly sodden pair of socks lying in their own puddle. That's as far as Dave got undressing, apparently. He's huddled in the middle of the bathtub, knees pulled to his chest, barefoot but fully clothed and shivering as violently as The Little Match Rustblood before her last flame goes out.
He notices Karkat through droplet-covered glasses and swallows a noise, hides his face in his knees and curls his arms up over his head, ashamed that Karkat has to see him like this.
The water's been turned to the coldest setting instead of the hottest, when he hates being cold.]
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The PokéGear lies abandoned on the damp tiles where it won't get as wet, next to an utterly sodden pair of socks lying in their own puddle. That's as far as Dave got undressing, apparently. He's huddled in the middle of the bathtub, knees pulled to his chest, barefoot but fully clothed and shivering as violently as The Little Match Rustblood before her last flame goes out.
He notices Karkat through droplet-covered glasses and swallows a noise, hides his face in his knees and curls his arms up over his head, ashamed that Karkat has to see him like this.
The water's been turned to the coldest setting instead of the hottest, when he hates being cold.]
Sorry...