Karkat turned the page of his novel, curled up in the large leather armchair in the corner of the room, lost in the drama and romance soaked story. It was good to take a break from his own drama for once, trapped on this meteor with the remainder of the Sgrub players. It had been far too long since he was able to relax with a good book, away from everyones shit.
He was so engrossed in his novel that he didnt notice when another of the game survivors joined him in his secluded room. The thought that someone might find him had not even crossed Karkats mind, as this particular room took him a long time to actually find, and was set apart from the rest of the asteroid. Plus there was the added bonus of being Karkat; why someone would even WANT to look for him was completely beyond him.
"Yo, what are you doing in here?" Daves voice cut through Karkats imagination, making him jump. The corner of the page he was turning sliced into his finger, causing a deep paper cut. He stuck the tip of his finger in his mouth and glared up at Dave.
"Wot de fffuck does it ffffucking look like you fffucking idiot!" his words were muffled around his bleeding finger, but his glare was not to be confused. Dave blanched, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"You think I would have gotten used to your temper by now." he sauntered over the the arm chair next to Karkat and casually draped himself across the leather, his shades glinting in the half light. Karkat stared daggers at him, his mouth hanging open as if unable to believe the humans nerve. He yanked his hand away from his mouth, quick to cover the cut as not to reveal any blood. He could feel a rant coming on, and he was never one to hold back.
"Hey, you know, fucking awesome! Just make yourself at home dude like, I wasnt fucking in here alone at all. Youre more than fucking welcome to just barge the fuck in and intrude on my fucking privacy, I dont give a fuck. In fact, I was hoping someone would fucking come along and annoy me, which is why I took so much fucking time and effort to find a fucking room so fucking far away from everyone and their fucking horseshit drama. Its a good fucking thing you came when you did, I was about to fucking die from lack of fucking social interaction! Why dont you go get the rest of the fucking shiteaters on this rock and we can have a fucking party or some shit!"
Dave flashed a grin, and stood up. If Karkat was going to play this game, he was going to play right back.
"Sounds like a plan bro, let me just go get the others. You wait here." He took a step towards the door, and was promptly tackled to the ground by a thoroughly enraged troll.
"I WAS BEING FUCKING FACTITIOUS YOU MORONIC ARSEWIPE!"
"Get the fuck off me!"
"NO! YOU ARE GOING TO STAY THE FUCK HERE UNTIL IM CERTAIN YOU WONT FUCKING TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS ROOM DO YOU UNDER-FUCKING-STAND? THIS IS MY ROOM, SO GO FUCK YOURSELF AND YOUR SHITTY PARTIES AND WHATEVER THE FUCK ELSE YOU DO!"
Karkat was pinning Dave to the floor, pure hatred flaring in his eyes. Dave struggled against his weight, but Karkat was just too strong, so he quickly gave up and stared daggers straight back. The two of them were panting slightly after the struggle, the pent up anger hanging thickly in the air.
"So what," Dave was the first to break the silence. "Are you just going to pin me to the floor for the next three years?" Karkat bared his teeth at the malice undisguised in Daves voice.
"Strider, I fucking hate you, you know that?" He made sure to saturate his own voice with contempt. "First you steal my fucking matesprit, now youre trying to steal my fucking privacy, why cant you just fucking leave me the fuck alone?"
"I didnt steal anything Karkat, dont even try that." Dave tried to kick his legs up, but Karkat dodged them, leaning closer to Dave, whos scowl grew deeper. He shifted his knee to pin one of Daves hands, freeing one of his own, which he them used to reach for the humans shades. Realising Karkats intentions, Dave started struggling again, trying desperately to squirm away from him.
"Hold fucking still, I fucking hate your stupid glasses, and Ive never actually fucking seen you without them."
"Dont you fucking touch my shades Karkat, seriously, dont fucking touch them."
There was nothing Dave could do though. Karkat had the shades, holding them above his head. For the first time ever, Karkat stared into Daves eyes, and Dave stared right back. The moment stretched on for an eternity, the silence causing a tension so thick, one could cut it with a knife. Both troll and human were speechless, entangled on the floor, staring at one another. Dave was once again, the first to break the silence.
"Im... going... to... KILL... YOU!"