callbacks: (dark out)
dave mamahecking strider ([personal profile] callbacks) wrote 2016-05-21 01:21 am (UTC)

action

[Whoa, whoa, Karkat, holy shit, Dave's too shattered to keep up with this flurry of activity. He blinks and suddenly the water's off (he was waiting for it to turn warm), he blinks and Karkat's kissing his head like he's just washed up miraculously from a shipwreck.]

What? I...

[He's shivering so badly his teeth are chattering, and he seems to realize he still has his clothes on. That's weird. He doesn't normally do that. What was he doing, even, when...how long has he been in here?

He's not in trouble, so he slowly lets his trembling arms uncurl, gets them out of the way by wrapping them around his chest. He'd hold Karkat instead, but Dave's sopping, cold droplets of water beading at the ends of his hair and falling between them. He tries to remember where he saw Elliott last.]


N-napping...? In her Pokéball, 's...'s on the nightstand. K-K-Karkat, you're getting wet...

[He doesn't sound like he's been crying, at least. If there's any 'at least' to get out of this situation.]

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