[Like mussing his hair really makes a difference? But okay, Dave, you go right ahead. Live the dream.]
You're not a member of the press, idiot, and we're not in America.
[Or live in reality, that works, too. Either way, Karkat is free enough to stand, not that he fucking wants to on any level, and while Dave rolls(???) his way bed-ward, he busies himself with gathering up the blankets in preparation for flinging them at his moirail's head. Because he cares.
Dave stopping before he even gets to his elevated sleeping platform is not part of the plan, and frowning, Karkat turns back to irritably regard his prone form. What the fuck is this.]
... I'll step on you. Or you'll wake up with an aching torso pillar.
[The first sounds like a threat, but when combined with the second... is Dave actually going to be comfortable there? And what if Karkat does accidentally stumble over him?]
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You're not a member of the press, idiot, and we're not in America.
[Or live in reality, that works, too. Either way, Karkat is free enough to stand, not that he fucking wants to on any level, and while Dave rolls(???) his way bed-ward, he busies himself with gathering up the blankets in preparation for flinging them at his moirail's head. Because he cares.
Dave stopping before he even gets to his elevated sleeping platform is not part of the plan, and frowning, Karkat turns back to irritably regard his prone form. What the fuck is this.]
... I'll step on you. Or you'll wake up with an aching torso pillar.
[The first sounds like a threat, but when combined with the second... is Dave actually going to be comfortable there? And what if Karkat does accidentally stumble over him?]