Also not part of the Circle series. However, two stories posted in one day. Whoop whoop. This one isn't related to the other one, unless you want it to be, and is written because I wanted a certain type of fic. One that you will find out the nature of next chapter. It's not smut...I don't do smut. Shut up. Moirail Davekat cause I ship it, but Dave doesn't know it's a thing. Also, this is Dave and Karkat again cause you guys love my Dave and Karkat stuff. Admit it. You love it. All of the love.

Dave: Rise up

Ugh, no. Five more minutes.

Argh! Fine! The story settles for another. Karkat: Rise up

He fails to rise up.

...Really? Honestly. Dave: RISE UP THIS INSTANT

Dave's eyes snap open as he shoots straight up out of bed, flails his arms, and falls to the ground with a muffled 'eep.' His pajama cape had fallen across his face, causing aforementioned muffled tones. He was thankful that no one had been observing that momentary lack of grace, for it was always awkward to come back from such situations considering his perfect mask. Well, almost perfect mask. Either way, he leaps up, dusting himself off as he walks to the bedroom door. Screw immediate hygiene. He'd been living on the meteor long enough to see each and every resident have a day where they didn't give a shit about prettying up before breakfast.

Speaking of breakfast, Dave was in need of food...which kind of shows how much being a god is worth. He began contemplating what moron could have possibly thought up, 'Oh, let's give them the ability of flight, a dubious power boost, a stupid outfit, and partial immortality that means they have to die a lame death for it to count. However, they otherwise follow the demands of mortality.' Yeah, lame. So lame.

After finishing his inner rant, most of which was muttered aloud, Dave had reached the common area where Rose and Kanaya practiced the art of leaving way too much food out on the tables for the residents of Hell (Dave had long since suspected that he and Rose had actually died inside Derse and that the trolls were actually demon tormentors who sucked at their jobs). A quick glance around the room showed that mostly everyone was up and eating already. Dave grabbed a plate of french toast, buried that shit in powdered sugar, and sat with down with his sweet demise. Due to the excessive amounts of white fluff on his food, he should have taken more caution to not breath while each morsel was near his mouth. However, Dave was distracted as Rose spoke, though he didn't quite catch what she said as he breathed in and sucked a generous amount of powdered death down his trachea. White dust spewed from his lungs as he doubled over in a fit of coughing that could rival a victim of tuberculosis.

"Well then. How interesting," Rose said, "I didn't realize you cared that much."

"what?" Dave wheezed as he recovered.

Rose smirked, "Your timing, as always, coincided perfectly with parallel events. I asked why Karkat was missing from the room, then you nearly required the assistance of your god tier abilities when you chocked on a very great amount of fine, processed sugar."

"shut the fuck up, rose. karkles is obviously in his room."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "If that were so, we'd have to believe he'd been in there for the last few days. Also, aren't you concerned for him?"

"nah."

"Really?"

"Dave," Kanaya spoke up, "I Believe That You Should Go Speak With Him. I Doubt He'd Let Me In, But He Trusts You And Will Certainly Speak To You."

"me? he hates me with the passion that most high school freshmen reserve for shakespeare." Kanaya seemed shocked. Her eyes turned into luminescent globes (not just in the regard that they glowed slightly) as her mouth gaped a bit.

"Do You Really Think That? Aren't You And He-"

"Kanaya, he's a human teenage boy with disregard to the, um,"Rose glanced at Dave briefly, "...the you-know-whats."

"Oh. Oh My," Kanaya daintily placed a hand on her lip as though scandalized. Rose nodded grimly.

Dave sighed and pushed his chair back, "you know what? i will try to talk to him, because you guys are just...ugh. Just ugh."

And with an exit that an melodramatic schoolgirl would be proud of, Dave stood, turned on his heel, and sauntered away with the proverbial scribble mark following his head to emphasize his frustration.

Oh Dave. Silly, foolish Dave. How I love your facade. The one that hides nothing but your eyes. Hahahahahahahaha. I am now the spider8itch. It is me. I manipulate Dave into all of the situations. Aaaaaaaall of them. *but seriously, my friends want me to cosplay Vriska*