[Karkat doesn't fully recognize what's happening at first, but one can only spend so long with a goddamn titanium noodle pressing down on them before they start to feel kind of fucking betrayed by gravity. Whose idea was that, anyway? It sucks.

He gives Dave a half-hearted nudge, then proceeds to lean on him right back. Serves the bastard right.]

You're the one who was talking about ass pancakes, Dave, don't fucking pin this on me.

["This" being dubious breakfast making duties, apparently??? God, why is his moirail such a moron. Karkat's laboriously beginning to drag himself off of the floor regardless, though, or at least into a better position to get up again, and impulsively, he kisses Dave's cheek to try and get him to wake up and fucking cooperate.]

Come on, we'll get you to bed and pile shit on top of you until you shut up. Rejoice, Dave, for tonight you shall be suffoblanketed at last.

[... HAHAHA... maybe he won't notice.]