[Nooooo. He doesn't wanna. Getting up means uncurling and losing all the body heat he's trapped, and it means abandoning this secure, defensible position, and it means stretching out and exposing all the softer places he could be hurt--
And also. Speaking of exposure?]
Why are you t-trying to get me naked...
[The words are flat enough to mimic his usual low-impact speech patterns, but there's neither casual ease nor put-on nonchalance to be found here. At best, Dave sounds faintly, genuinely puzzled, but mostly blank. It's weird. He feels blank, or somehow very far away, or something. Disconnected. Has this happened before, he can't remember.
(Yes. When Ashley was telling him about the dollhouse. Maybe other times, too. Something reminds him of LOFAF.)
But anyway, he recognizes Karkat's serious voice--no, a subtype. The herding voice, the...the firm-gentle leader voice. He must have a good reason for wanting Dave to strip down, but, yeah, he's not making the connection here. Reluctantly, he starts to uncurl, stretching one leg out and then the other, but he really doesn't want to sit up, really doesn't want to let himself go. He looks up through dripping hair for a towel, so he can at least be a little dry before he risks unfolding his arms.]
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And also. Speaking of exposure?]
Why are you t-trying to get me naked...
[The words are flat enough to mimic his usual low-impact speech patterns, but there's neither casual ease nor put-on nonchalance to be found here. At best, Dave sounds faintly, genuinely puzzled, but mostly blank. It's weird. He feels blank, or somehow very far away, or something. Disconnected. Has this happened before, he can't remember.
(Yes. When Ashley was telling him about the dollhouse. Maybe other times, too. Something reminds him of LOFAF.)
But anyway, he recognizes Karkat's serious voice--no, a subtype. The herding voice, the...the firm-gentle leader voice. He must have a good reason for wanting Dave to strip down, but, yeah, he's not making the connection here. Reluctantly, he starts to uncurl, stretching one leg out and then the other, but he really doesn't want to sit up, really doesn't want to let himself go. He looks up through dripping hair for a towel, so he can at least be a little dry before he risks unfolding his arms.]