Dave wanders through the halls with no real aim for anywhere in particular. Right now he's thinking he'll just stop at anywhere that catches his attention. In all honesty, it's probably incredibly late and Dave isn't expecting anyone to be up. Some of the trolls maybe, but otherwise he's not planning on seeing anyone. So when there's light pooling out from the bottom of a door, Dave's interest is piqued. He heads over and slowly opens the door, the meaning of privacy lost on him.
Looking in, Dave finds Karkat curled up on the bed in the room with his back pressed against the wall. He's wrapped up in a black blanket and has a, what did the trolls call it, husktop in front of him with a movie rolling. Dave smirks when he sees the way Karkat has wide eyes, completely focused on whatever movie he's watching. He looks pretty cute actually. Dave strides in and snickers when Karkat slams the laptop shut and looks up to glare in his direction.
"What are you doing in here," he growls. Dave shrugs and steps up onto the bed, nudging at Karkat's back, "Gonna watch a movie. Slide forward dude." Karkat huffs but does so, rolling his eyes and opening the husktop. Dave grins and lies down behind him, making sure to keep space between them. "Miss Congeniality, huh," Dave teases with a laugh. He introduced the movie to Karkat awhile ago when they'd started introducing each other to their own culture.
Karkat shushes him and starts the movie, returning his complete focus to it. Dave smirks and watches it, noticing that it's about thirty minutes from being over. By the time it ends, Karkat is smiling at the screen and Dave catches sight of it. He looks nice when he smiles, Dave decides. Then Dave notices the way Karkat's curled into him and he has an arm hooked around the troll's waist. They're snuggling. Dave guesses Karkat realizes it a moment after he does because the troll tenses and stops his movements, the smile disappearing.
"Dave," he begins slowly. Dave is pulling away quickly though, trying to keep from setting the other off. "Sorry dude, that was weird. Guess I'll go now," he rambles as he crawls off the bed. Karkat blinks in surprise before his face contorts into this look of anger, "Strider, you piece of bulge munching shit. You've been doing stunts like that for three months now!" Dave raises an eyebrow and turns around.
"You pull some red-rom move and then take it back! It's getting on my nerves and I'm so damn tired of it! You're acting like a nookwhiffing shitstain Strider!" Karkat is hissing insults and sitting up on the bed now, looking downright livid. Dave pauses, "Wait, you're mad because I won't flirt with you?" "Yes," Karkat huffs, sounding exasperated. Dave thinks out the situation before smirking and striding across the room in a few steps. Taking a hold of Karkat's face, Dave pulls him forward and meshes their lips together, mumbling an apology into the kiss.