callbacks: DREX (tikkity type)
dave mamahecking strider ([personal profile] callbacks) wrote2015-11-07 07:54 pm
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Please note the date and time of day for me!
quadrangle: (look at all the fucks i give)

[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-05-22 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Does he even need to point out the ~*irony*~ inherent in Dave calling him fat and requesting to be fed in the same breath. Because wow. Wow. Sure, Dave hadn't actually used the word "fat," but "titanic weight" is pretty fucking unambiguous and fuck him anyway, not everyone could be a pool noodle.

Karkat is pale enough for this asshole that the highly audible growl from his stomach stays any acerbic remarks to this effect, though; he huffs quietly instead and reluctantly starts peeling himself away. He is the one who'd brought it up, so—]


You're lucky I'm feeling magnanimous enough to not abscond with both of these and finish them off myself.

[He's trying to grumble and for once it isn't working. Focusing on how fucking aggravating it is to reach over grab the Happiny Meals sort of helps, but settling in at Dave's side again is ruining even that and asjdfklghlhasf what kind of troll is that easily pacified?

Vengefully, he steals one of Dave's chicken nuggets and eats it right in front of him. Hah.]


Are you going to sit up or what?
quadrangle: (never gonna use this icon)

[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-05-22 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[—Oh you asshole, he's barely touched those fries, why are you such a douche. Karkat is already at a disadvantage, though, because not only is he slower than Dave but he's also busy trying to stifle his snickering at what is unmistakably a pout on his moirail's face. The retaliatory fry larceny is just the mucus on the grubloaf, and the moment Dave succeeds, he gives up on trying to contain his laughter completely.]

You—[SNRK] you are such a fucking wiggler sometimes.

[Pfffthahahahahasldfjghk fuck, why is laughing weird. He's not doing it especially loudly, and he could probably stop if he really tried to, but oh my god, Dave, what even was that.

Still smiling, he fishes out one of his own remaining chicken nuggets and offers it.]


Haha, here. We cool?
quadrangle: (caaaaaaaaaaaat)

[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-05-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, like he can't detect when Dave is bullshitting him by now? Or, okay, not always and neither of them are even trying to be serious at the moment, but Karkat still raises an eyebrow tries to suppress his smile into something a little more indulgent. The result is just condescending enough to make him look alarmingly like Kankri, but he is blissfully unaware of this.]

Doesn't being human married mean we have shared ownership of each other's stuff? So I'm fucking entitled to all your chicken nuggets from now on, Dave. All of them.

[You are the instrument of your own undoing, or rather would be if this arrangement didn't go both ways. On that note, doesn't Karkat have a few unclaimed nuggets left somewhere? Hmm.

His expression softens into something unforgivably fond, and suddenly self-conscious, he glances down at his deep-fried tuber strips. Yum, grease. Human food isn't that disgusting sometimes.]


You're wearing the dress, right?

[... He may be feeling a little too gooey at Dave in general to try that hard at continuing the joke, human marriages are his weakness okay, Dave knows this.]
quadrangle: (shut up)

[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-05-25 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
—Oh my god.

[Karkat bites his lip but can't quite stop his laughter from bubbling up again, and ducking his head to try and hide it is fucking useless because that just puts him at the perfect angle to see that "ring" and holy fucking shit he can't, goddammit, Dave, what kind of idiot gives their moirail a Happiny Meal toy as a wedding ring? To say nothing of the fact that it's completely the wrong quadrant—

His smile flickers, but he doesn't pull his hand away even if he really fucking should. Instead, he traps Dave's carefully between his own and oh fuck, oh no, oh shit, abort. Hahaha, what is this, it clearly isn't happening, that's what!]


When did we get a private island? And yeah, you'd be—fucking radiant.

[....................................................................................................

HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT HE HATES PAST KARKAT oh god oh god oh god is there a way to salvage this?? What the fuck does he say, can he say anything??]


I mean, that's what all brides want to hear on their wedding day, right?

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SOMEONE PLEASE KILL HIM.]
quadrangle: (wtf no shut up)

[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-05-26 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[YES. GOOD, NOW DAVE IS TALKING SENSE or rather complete fucking nonsense, but that's exactly what both of them need to hear to forget the unbelievable awkwardness that was the last, ugh, Karkat doesn't even want to know and he's not the Knight of Time here anyway, that part of the conversation never happened and that's what matters.

... And, even if Dave isn't blushing, a certain former troll is probably blushing enough for the both of them. Fortunately, he has greasy fried food stuff in his face to hide it.

Oddly, he hadn't anticipated the boop.]


Dave, what the fuck.

[His tone is flat, but despite how tempting it is to turn and look at Dave, he's feeling pretty happy with the minor distance he'd retreated when Dave had lain back again, just because he'd needed that additional buffer. Hahahahaaldksgfjhdgj he is not having... he's having nothing. Hypothetically nothing is taking place here because he absolutely wouldn't be considering anything other than perfect pale propriety toward his moirail, because that's how quadrants work. He knows how quadrants work, he is a romance savant.

He fidgets with a fry, then shoves it down his meal tunnel. Gosh these sure are delicious.]


You want a horrorterror as a pet. And... wait, why the fuck am I working at a factory? What factory? Why aren't you working?

[Yes, he's actually getting a little engaged in this imaginary scenario that is totally unrelated to the nonexistent one previously mentioned. Haha, engaged. Haha. Ha. Fuck, maybe he's imagining it? Again. That other time was clearly a fluke, right, so—fuck, no, he's not thinking about that right now, tell him more about this space kraken they're going to use as some unnecessarily elaborate bouncer for their equally extravagant mansion.]
quadrangle: (pizza <3)

[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-05-27 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[... The romcom factory where they make romcoms. Wow.]

You mean the studio? And what the fuck, I thought you were kidding about the wigglers.

[Joking about joking about the wigglers. Yes. This makes sense. Also, don't think he didn't notice that redirect, Strider, he is way too familiar with your bullshit for that.]

Trolls aren't... I mean. [Fuck is this not a safe topic. Uh—] Wigglers or human babies? You've said both.

[Nice save. Not. Time to shove a chicken nugget in his talk blaster and chew angrily because argh ugh blargh, fuck everything.]

You could still get a job, don't even try that shit. Gl'bgolyb did all right with Feferi, so—

[Yes he is suggesting that this eldritch kraken play babysitter so they can both work. What? It makes total sense.]