[Yeah, no, Dave is not implementing Operation: Suck Less At Moirallegiance, Just Apply More Sincerity (a.k.a. Operation SLAMJAMS) today, let alone right now. He's blown his weekly allotment of standing up for himself--no, shut up, it still counts even if he's holding his ground for Karkat's sake, you don't know his life.
He glances uselessly at Karkat--he can't see anything from this angle--then to the side. This is equally useless. He huffs a little breath and pats Karkat's back once, then rubs it again a little more briskly. Not to soothe, just affectionate.]
Welp, you're gonna have to feed me, bro, because I have lost visuals on the target. All I got on radar is fuckall and a side of shit. I must've sunk under the titanic weight of the asshole on top of me.
[Piles are trolls' gift to man, but they do not exactly provide the kind of buoyant support of mattress springs.
Anyway, Dave isn't doing anything to extricate himself from this situation, titanic asshole or not. He's still petting Karkat's back, actually.
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He glances uselessly at Karkat--he can't see anything from this angle--then to the side. This is equally useless. He huffs a little breath and pats Karkat's back once, then rubs it again a little more briskly. Not to soothe, just affectionate.]
Welp, you're gonna have to feed me, bro, because I have lost visuals on the target. All I got on radar is fuckall and a side of shit. I must've sunk under the titanic weight of the asshole on top of me.
[Piles are trolls' gift to man, but they do not exactly provide the kind of buoyant support of mattress springs.
Anyway, Dave isn't doing anything to extricate himself from this situation, titanic asshole or not. He's still petting Karkat's back, actually.
His stomach growls.]