[... It's unfair on every level that Dave can dispel his worry and anger with so few words. Just. Guh. <>]
Yeah, yeah, hold your hoofbeasts.
[He sounds so disgustingly fond of this loser, what the hell. Not that he isn't, but Karkat may just be getting to the whole piling-on-blankets phase of the operation more briskly than necessary to cover it (and Dave) up, dropping rather than hurling the blankets onto the sliver of Dave's face that hasn't merged with his bed. He doesn't leave the resulting mess the way it is for long, but hopefully the wait is still enough to prove that it's not like he likes you or anything.
And, uh. Right. Karkat clears his throat a little and affects his most casual voice, thus absolutely ruining any attempt at subtlety he probably would have fucked up some other way regardless.]
Did you, uh, actually want to go out and get waffles tomorrow? My treat.
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Yeah, yeah, hold your hoofbeasts.
[He sounds so disgustingly fond of this loser, what the hell. Not that he isn't, but Karkat may just be getting to the whole piling-on-blankets phase of the operation more briskly than necessary to cover it (and Dave) up, dropping rather than hurling the blankets onto the sliver of Dave's face that hasn't merged with his bed. He doesn't leave the resulting mess the way it is for long, but hopefully the wait is still enough to prove that it's not like he likes you or anything.
And, uh. Right. Karkat clears his throat a little and affects his most casual voice, thus absolutely ruining any attempt at subtlety he probably would have fucked up some other way regardless.]
Did you, uh, actually want to go out and get waffles tomorrow? My treat.