Karkat was taking a walk, not fully aware of where his feet were taking him. It started raining and he groaned angrily. Then he mentally facepalmed. No, make that a double facepalm combo. The nearest house one belonging to the kid whose guts he hated, but not enough to call it auspisticism. And this guy couldn't hate anyone back, so if anyone was going to be killing, it would just be Karkat. But there was something that held him back...

The rain was heavy now, and the wind blew cold and strong. Glaring at the door, he approached and pressed the weird door alarm button. Dave came out a moment later. "Mind if I stay here a while? It's fucking raining."

Dave smirked. "All right."

"Once it stops I'm out. So don't worry about cramping your dumbass style."

Dave nodded and walked into his room. Karkat stood shivering just a tad while he fetched dry clothes and threw them at the soaked troll's face. "Here. You'll thank me later."

Karkat scowled and slipped into the bathroom, taking off his wet shirt and pants. He grabbed a towel and cursed aloud. Why had he been walking anywhere near this douchebag's neighborhood? After he had dried off a bit, he slipped on the shirt, which seemed to be the same shirt Dave always wore. How many of these shitty shirts did he have anyway? He walked out after making sure everything fit well (which unfortunately it did) and Dave grinned from the couch.

"Lookin' almost as good as me."

"Shut up." He sat on the couch opposite him.

"I've got a bunch of movies if you'd like to watch a couple."

"What kinds?"

"Comedy, action, not that many romances, but anything for you."

"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face. Just because I'm an expert with romance doesn't mean I enjoy it."

Dave arched an eyebrow. "Oh, but don't you?"

"No, I don't, you fuckass." Dave chuckled and set a disc in the DVD player. The case read "The Notebook."

A little over half an hour into the movie, with much complaining and sympathetic shouts, Karkat noticed the rain had stopped and Dave had fallen asleep. "Fucking finally..." He got up to leave, but realized he ought to be the nice troll here. Grumbling, he shut the TV off and stood beside Dave.

"All right, let's see how much this tool weighs." He supported the slumbering boy's neck with one hand, putting the other under his legs. He wasn't too heavy, so without too much difficulty Karkat got him to his bed and covered him up with his blanket. He shut the door behind him and left the house silently.

He vowed that walking to Dave's house unconsciously wouldn't be happening again anytime soon.