[Dave shifts under the covers so he can rest his chin instead of his ear on Karkat's chest, one arm slung around him, the rest of his body kind of at a diagonal across the bed so he's not twisting his neck weird.]

What didn't happen? We weren't doing shit. All I remember's being all cuddled up here discussing the fact that I can rec you plenty more works in that genre written way better than that one. 'Cause, you know. I work in a bookstore. I see the staff picks.

[And he's been supplying Penny with age-appropriate and educational literature for months, now. His recommendations may tend more towards ladies-on-ladies adventures than anything else, but it's not like Karkat will care, right? Dave doesn't even understand why trolls even have a sex binary, it's not like they use it for anything but telling people not to play games for girls.

He's almost content to let it stay there, but then a series of quick little breaths, like a burst of near-soundless machine gun fire, escapes his nose. Dave buries his face in Karkat's shirt but he's grinning, and--oh. Oh, he's laughing.]

"Pellucid blue eyes." Who fucking wrote this garbage, are they serious. I'd almost believe it was Rose except there's not enough goddamn beard-fondling or wrinkled assholes in dresses. Let me see that.

[He reaches up through his breathing hole and makes a grabby hand.]