Karkat flumped tiredly into the washroom wearing nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, the cold floor shocking his bare feet. He nearly screeched like a vampire when he turned on the fluorescent light and shook his head in disgust of the light. He ran his fingers through his wing-beast like hair and looked in the mirror. His face contorted and he rubbed his eyes, and looked again. He furrowed his eyebrows and did the same again, but he still saw what he saw and glared deeply.
"STRIDEEEEEEERRR!" Karkat screamed in utter vexation at the top of his lungs, likely waking up others who were sleeping.
The small, irked troll growled while examining the monstrosity drawn on his face.
Very shortly after, a half-dressed Dave basically ran crashing in the washroom in a panic, legitimately thinking something was wrong, nearly slipping on the ceramic tiles on the floor. "Karkles, what ha-" He started speaking, but stopped when Karkat turned around with a deeply displeased look on his face.
Dave burst out into a fit of laughter at the sight of the nettled little creature with dicks drawn all over his face. Karkat was clearly unimpressed and his growling intensified, his hands going to a fist.
"Fuck you, little nook-stain!" The troll screeched, jumping onto the human boy in feeble little attempts to tackle him. "Stop drawing dicks on me, you fuckface!"
Karkat proceeded to throw a bunch of insults containing various curse words and troll genitals, while Dave tried getting him to stop freaking out. However, not succeeding because he was laughing so hard and really couldn't take the small alien seriously.
"Bro, chill!" Dave stifled in laughter. "Karkles!"
Eventually, Karkat ceased his Attack On Dave and curled himself up in the corner, still growling. "You watch your back, Strider. I spared you this time."
Dave stuck his tongue out facetiously at Karkat and sneered smugly, then wetting a cloth that was on the sink and approaching him. Karkat had an icy gaze on Dave and crossed his arms and straightened his back as if it would make him more menacing or as a height opponent to the human. Dave knelt down and Karkat implausibly pushed him away, leaving a fingerprint on his shades.
"Dude, I'm just gonna wash it off." Dave retaliated to the troll's angsty behaviour.
"Fine. Make it quick." Karkat snapped, turning up his nose.
"Okay, calm down." It was really just useless for Dave to say that, because it was near impossible to make Karkat calm down.
"Goddamn human kids, always trying to get on people's nerves…" Karkat mumbled, barely audible. He kept mumbling random insulting musings as Dave started washing off the dicks on the troll's grey skin, drawn in, thankfully, washable marker.
It was more thankfully for Dave than it was for Karkat, because Gog knows what Karkat would do to Dave if it wasn't.
"Done. All clean." Dave smiled, handing the cloth that now had greenish-black marks on it to Karkat.
"That's the closest to shooshpapping my face you'll ever get, you hear me?" Karkat retorted, snatching the cloth.
Dave chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Kay." He said, leaving the washroom. "That's the last time you'll ever see me in my boxers, you hear me?" He mocked teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
Karkat scoffed. "Fuck off Strider, I'm not gonna miss seeing your ass."
Dave imitated Karkat's scoff and left to go get some clothes on, closing the door behind him. Karkat sighed, getting up and looking in the mirror again, this time with no dicks on his face. He took his toothbrush and started getting himself ready for another day on this Meteor. Half a sweep, they were stuck on a flying rock. It had certainly been an...interesting experience, to understate. They all seemed to get under each other's skin whether it was troll skin or human skin, and the whole relationship between all of them was somewhat hysterical, but in all good friendship.
The friendship between Dave and Karkat was all the more interesting, since that word seems to be a good description of things. Most of the time, they were bickering with each other and resorted to petty insults in regular conversation. Terezi especially found entertainment in this while Nepeta added each conversation to her Shipping Notebook, which Karkat had sworn was his worst enemy when it came to him and Dave. Nepeta was certainly tenacious when it came to what went in that book.
In reality, nobody really knew if they actually hated each other that much or they were just overreacting. Maybe not even Dave and Karkat themselves knew. But overall, because they were in such a unique group, being on the Meteor wasn't the worst thing that could happen- oh no, it sure as heck wasn't. In fact, it just might be the best thing that could happen.