Well, it certainly wakes Dave up. It also turns him roughly the color of a cherry tomato, which takes care of some of the cold problem, too. Face burning, he groans and musses Karkat's hair two-handed to cover it up. At least he's sitting up again, though, so Karkat can esscape to the side.]
You just want me to stop talking. This is obstruction of the press, blockage of the First Amendment, I'm an American citizen and I have a right to free speech.
[With Karkat making all the motions of getting up and removing himself from prime draping range, Dave just flops onto the floor, still groaning, and starts kind of half-dragging, half-rolling himself towards the bed. About a third of the way there, he just stops, prone, and pillows his head on his arms. He really could just sleep if he weren't so cold. Is this what Karkat meant, before, about trying to go back to sleep after a jam session?]
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Well, it certainly wakes Dave up. It also turns him roughly the color of a cherry tomato, which takes care of some of the cold problem, too. Face burning, he groans and musses Karkat's hair two-handed to cover it up. At least he's sitting up again, though, so Karkat can esscape to the side.]
You just want me to stop talking. This is obstruction of the press, blockage of the First Amendment, I'm an American citizen and I have a right to free speech.
[With Karkat making all the motions of getting up and removing himself from prime draping range, Dave just flops onto the floor, still groaning, and starts kind of half-dragging, half-rolling himself towards the bed. About a third of the way there, he just stops, prone, and pillows his head on his arms. He really could just sleep if he weren't so cold. Is this what Karkat meant, before, about trying to go back to sleep after a jam session?]
This is fine. Quilt me.