[... There just may be a fleeting and suspiciously clear mental image of Dave wearing a pair of knee-length shorts and a sleeveless shirt, but Karkat buries it as quickly as fucking possible with more sensory data from their surroundings: the crunch of the dirt road beneath his feet, the faint breeze sifting through his hair (Strider hair is fucking weird, how is it this thin?), the way Wart's hand fits in hiWHY IS THIS NOT WORKING.
Briefly, he entertains the notion of slapping himself again, but as satisfying as it would be because fuck Dirk anyway, he somehow refrains. For now. God, maybe everything about these few days in someone else's body can be mutually forgotten between the two of them as "shit too embarrassing to admit happened." They hadn't expanded the category lately, might as well fix that.]
You are so fucking lucky I'm not going to tell him you said that. He'd probably buy you a pair and find some way to make you wear them.
[By, what, hiding all his other pairs of pants somewhere? The prankster's ways are unknown to Karkat, but the past few weeks have been nothing if not EXCESSIVELY FUCKING EDUCATIONAL in that respect.]
action + psychic I/O
Briefly, he entertains the notion of slapping himself again, but as satisfying as it would be because fuck Dirk anyway, he somehow refrains. For now. God, maybe everything about these few days in someone else's body can be mutually forgotten between the two of them as "shit too embarrassing to admit happened." They hadn't expanded the category lately, might as well fix that.]
You are so fucking lucky I'm not going to tell him you said that. He'd probably buy you a pair and find some way to make you wear them.
[By, what, hiding all his other pairs of pants somewhere? The prankster's ways are unknown to Karkat, but the past few weeks have been nothing if not EXCESSIVELY FUCKING EDUCATIONAL in that respect.]