Thank you. Yes. That cleared everything up completely. Excellent fucking work, Dave.
[What even is pasta? No, wait, he doesn't care. He does care if Dave falls over, though, and he jerks to a halt when the other stumbles, radiating concern even if he's obviously totally fine. First the tree, now this, what is wrong with the grubs of this species, do they have no survival instincts at all? Not that trolls are, uh, really much better, but still.
... And he would have loved to get moving again after that, but then Dave mispronounces that word, of all possible words and Karkat is pretty sure he's going to die from pity overload. How. How. It was bad enough when he was just tiny, but a Dave who can't even say the word "ironic" is—is—oh god, it's the most ironic thing ever, he thinks he might puke, but more importantly, he is not going to let anything happen to this poor, stupid, precious child and he cannot be held accountable at all for whatever he winds up doing when Dave is back to normal and it won't be fucking weird as shit to think of him in any quadrant. Not that. Uh. Fuck.
Karkat pinches the bridge of his nose, attempts to count silently to ten, and gives up somewhere around one. How the fuck is he going to get through this?]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Whatever you want. [He's so screwed.] So, what, like... any cool word? Or do you want a word like "Lazer" with a Z because humans are fucking bizarre and think deliberately misspelling words makes them cooler.
[action]
[What even is pasta? No, wait, he doesn't care. He does care if Dave falls over, though, and he jerks to a halt when the other stumbles, radiating concern even if he's obviously totally fine. First the tree, now this, what is wrong with the grubs of this species, do they have no survival instincts at all? Not that trolls are, uh, really much better, but still.
... And he would have loved to get moving again after that, but then Dave mispronounces that word, of all possible words and Karkat is pretty sure he's going to die from pity overload. How. How. It was bad enough when he was just tiny, but a Dave who can't even say the word "ironic" is—is—oh god, it's the most ironic thing ever, he thinks he might puke, but more importantly, he is not going to let anything happen to this poor, stupid, precious child and he cannot be held accountable at all for whatever he winds up doing when Dave is back to normal and it won't be fucking weird as shit to think of him in any quadrant. Not that. Uh. Fuck.
Karkat pinches the bridge of his nose, attempts to count silently to ten, and gives up somewhere around one. How the fuck is he going to get through this?]
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Whatever you want. [He's so screwed.] So, what, like... any cool word? Or do you want a word like "Lazer" with a Z because humans are fucking bizarre and think deliberately misspelling words makes them cooler.
[Or rather "Lazor."
holy fuck i'm old THIS CAME OUT IN 2002 HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE]