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: (no please keep talking)

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[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-06-13 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Branding. Right.]

I'm rolling my eyes, just so you know.

[And he is, a little, but he's mostly still trying to make certain that Dave isn't about to collide with anything. Maybe they'll get back to the hotel without incident after all? Who the fuck is he kidding, it's all going to go pear-shaped eventually. He just has to make sure he doesn't lose his fucking head again when that happens.]

People don't keep you around for your looks, either. Hate to break it to you. Why did you think you were so popular?
quadrangle: (caaaaaaaaaaaat)

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[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-06-21 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[The problem with Dave not letting anyone know that he didn't think he was popular is that Karkat is fully fucking aware that Dave didn't think he was popular. He's also fully aware of what that little mishmash of emotions barely heard (felt?) had been for, and there's an answering rush of warmth/affection that he remembers only too late that he should try and hide. They have reputations to maintain, goddammit. Sort of.

Actually, wait, hang on.]


Have you worn shorts even once since arriving on this fucking planet?

[How are people seeing said pasty chicken legs, exactly. Please explain.]
quadrangle: (wtf no shut up)

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[personal profile] quadrangle 2016-06-23 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[... 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.]