Days passed and soon Karkat had forgotten all about the new game Dave had introduced him to. Which, unsurprisingly, was Dave's goal. Unlike his boyfriend, The Game had been eating at the back of blonde boy's mind, just begging for him to lose. But Dave waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted the time to piss off his boyfriend to be perfect and wonderful with nothing ruined.
Of course, this meant making sure Karkat wasn't anywhere near a lighter.
Soon, the boy found the perfect time. Karkat was humming in the kitchen, making some creation resembling a sandwich which wasn't quite a sandwich. After watching for a moment, Dave strode in.
"Hey babe,"
Karkat looked over his shoulder. "Hey,"
"So," the mischievous boyfriend leaned against the counter top. "Are you forgetting anything?"
Karkat looked back at his sandwich. "No, I don't think so. I have the tuna and the mayonnaise." He lifted up the jar. "Who knew that this shit worked so well with bread-cased food? The Mayor was definitely on to something-"
A smile began to form on Dave's face as he listened to Karkat's rambling. "No, I don't think it has to do with your sandwich, dude."
"No?"
"Think back."
"Hm. Well, I'm still meeting Kanaya later in the library I'm not forgetting those plans we made yesterday."
"Think farther back."
The troll thought harder and came up with nothing. "Dave I don't fucking understand. I can't remember anything important." He gave his boyfriend the glare he knew so well. "Stop fucking with me."
"Don't you remember?" Dave came up close to the other. He slowly raised his sunglasses off this flecked nose, pushing back light hair messily in the process. Their noses were almost touching.
"Dave, what-"
"The Game."
Karkat's red eyes grew wide with rage and the jar dropped form his hands. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER STRIDER I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU."
At that point in time, Dave was running from the room, laughing manically, as Karkat chased him, spewing curses and threats.
