[Moirails may not care about stripping to skin in front of each other, but Dave fucking Strider does, Jesus Christ, Karkat, please mind his prudish human sensibilities!]
I can't piss while you w-watch me, dude.
[...So it's fine as long as Karkat closes his eyes? Sure, why not. Dave's fucks are at an all-time low and plummeting, and the only ones he can really hold onto are the ones he gives about his people. Karkat. Jade. John. The girls.
He repeats it like a mantra--Jade, John, Karkat, Penny--as Karkat rises and he tries to get his feet underneath him, too. Unfolding had at least helped, and he's not as uncoordinated as he was, but his legs are a lot weaker than he expected and he ends up sitting hard on the edge of the tub when he gets out.]
Shit. One second.
[He laces his fingers together and covers his eyes and forehead with his hands, tries to will some power back into his shivering legs.
Okay, you know what. Fuck the pants. The pants are not helping, they are cold and wet which makes them the exact opposite of pants, since pants are for protecting people's legs from such unsavory elements. Dave unbuttons his jeans with cold, clumsy fingers and shucks them off with a grimace as they cling to his legs and make the whole process laborious. Agh but that's a hell of a lot of skinny white boy, too, thighs all goosebumpy.
At least his boxers are black today. As soaked as he is, white would be bad.]
Gotta...throw all this shit in the dryer, b-before it starts to smell...
[With a last effort, he manages to get the awful wet jeans past his knees and just lets them fall, then leans back to retrieve his shades. He is not leaving those in the bathtub, no sirree.]
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I can't piss while you w-watch me, dude.
[...So it's fine as long as Karkat closes his eyes? Sure, why not. Dave's fucks are at an all-time low and plummeting, and the only ones he can really hold onto are the ones he gives about his people. Karkat. Jade. John. The girls.
He repeats it like a mantra--Jade, John, Karkat, Penny--as Karkat rises and he tries to get his feet underneath him, too. Unfolding had at least helped, and he's not as uncoordinated as he was, but his legs are a lot weaker than he expected and he ends up sitting hard on the edge of the tub when he gets out.]
Shit. One second.
[He laces his fingers together and covers his eyes and forehead with his hands, tries to will some power back into his shivering legs.
Okay, you know what. Fuck the pants. The pants are not helping, they are cold and wet which makes them the exact opposite of pants, since pants are for protecting people's legs from such unsavory elements. Dave unbuttons his jeans with cold, clumsy fingers and shucks them off with a grimace as they cling to his legs and make the whole process laborious. Agh but that's a hell of a lot of skinny white boy, too, thighs all goosebumpy.
At least his boxers are black today. As soaked as he is, white would be bad.]
Gotta...throw all this shit in the dryer, b-before it starts to smell...
[With a last effort, he manages to get the awful wet jeans past his knees and just lets them fall, then leans back to retrieve his shades. He is not leaving those in the bathtub, no sirree.]