Later in the day after Karkat had recovered from Dave's rude awakening, the two had managed to sit down to eat a meal. Well, sandwiches that were poorly made by Dave, but he was trying and that's what mattered to Karkat at this point. Dave smiled at him slightly from the other end of the table, sipping his beloved apple juice. Karkat rolled his eyes, still a little miffed about earlier. Actually that was an understatement. He was very miffed. So miffed in fact he could probably scratch Dave's arm and not feel a lot of remorse. He wasn't miffed enough to go for the douche bag's face, but his left arm seemed like a fitting punishment. Dave just sighed.

"I'm pretty sorry man, but if you're going to sleep in the middle of the day you are open to attack. Prank war rules."

"Dave, we are not and never will be in a prank war. That seems really stupid and we'll probably break the fucking house. Your human brother would probably decapitate one of us or himself if we screwed up that bad."

"Ok, yeah, that's true but John will probably make his prank rounds any day now and when that little nerd hand comes down with his prankster ways we will all be royally fucked anyways."

"I know you're like, his sorta moirail, so don't you think he'll spare us?"

"His pranks know no mercy, Kar. No mercy. If the now dead president of the united states were living in one of these cans he'd still prank that guy with whipped cream and pies. Plus I have no experiance with his hot mom. She could be hella worse and I'd never know. Her reign of prank terror seems even worse from what I can tell from Dirk and Jade's Grandpa."

Karkat rolled his eyes and sipped his water. It tasted like nothing but it was better than the shitty juice and soda the Striders stocked in the fridge. Dave seemed to still be rambling about something as Karkat tried to drown him out. That was something he hadn't noticed til' the game had ended, Dave talked a lot. He never seemed to know how to end a conversation. He guessed that he never noticed before because he was only reading Dave's crazy ramblings before but now that they were living together he had to listen to them. It was almost as bad as Kankri's old sermons, they actually would be as bad if they weren't sort of funny. None of his rambles were very serious, and it was sort of a charming feature about him. Maybe someone just meeting him once would think he was just really good with people, but honestly Karkat could tell he just hated silence. He never asked why, he hadn't been told how Dave was before the game, but the game was traumatic enough to justify this behavior. Karkat sighed and sipped his water again,

"Dave, be quiet for a second. I'm trying to think."

"So you weren't listening to me that whole time?"

"No, not really at all. I started drowning you out about half way through your spiel."

"Damn. It was actually a pretty good thought."

"Fine. Fuck it, repeat what you were saying."

Dave smiled slightly and began to ramble on again. Karkat tried to hang onto his every word, realizing this speech was just as nonsensual as the rest. It was still pretty entertaining, but it did make Karkat more tired. He yawned and Dave noticed.

"God man, you sure get tired easily."

"Well I'm sorry that this planet has an opposite time frame as mine! It's like you staying up all night then going through a normal day," Karkat growled, picking up the crappily made sandwich. He tore a bite out of it before grimacing.

"What? What'd I do wrong with it this time?"

"Too much white egg paste. It's really sour and sticky."

"Got it, less mayo next time. Now are you going to pass out on the table, because if you are I'm going to put you on the couch."

"I'm not going to pass out… but the couch sounds decent…" Karkat grumbled, grabbing his plate and walking into the kitchen. He slid the sandwich into the fridge, hoping Dirk might take it later. Dave followed him in, putting his now empty plate into the sink. God he could eat quickly if he wanted to, but if he didn't want to he'd take hours to eat a sandwich that size. Karkat looked at his beaming face before smiling back slightly.

"Alright, job number two. Make sure Karkat doesn't pass out in the kitchen."

"I said I wouldn't pass out- EEE!" Karkat shrieked as Dave through the troll over his shoulder like a sack of potato. Dave laughed slightly, walking him to the small living room they had managed to make in the foyer. He gently set the shrieking alien onto the couch. Karkat was fuming until Dave ran off. He was still fuming when Dave came back and he only stopped when the blond threw Karkat's grey blanket onto his head.

"There, now we can watch TV properly. You gotta get ready for this shit."

"I- Thank you Dave… Can I choose the movie?" Karkat pleaded, looking at Dave with his much too big eyes. Dave had always noticed everything about the trolls seemed too big for them. Their ears poked out of their hair and their noses seemed too pointed for their small faces. He kinda liked it.

"Of course Kar."