"This movie is really bad, and not even in an ironic way."

Dave found himself once again squished on the opposite end of the love-seat from Karkat, the small troll's eyes fixed on "50 First Dates." Jesus Adam Sandler has to be satan because this movie is Dave's own personal hell. This is the fucking third movie night in a row that they watched this shit, he didn't even think Karkat liked this movie!

"Shut the fuck up, I said I would let you pick the next movie."

Oh right, once in awhile his highness would let the lowly knight pick the second movie. Normally Dave just looked for a movie that included buckets to spite the small troll. However, there is only so many movies involving buckets, but you should have seen how he reacted to "Harry and his Bucket Full of Dinosaurs."

This time Dave had better ways to punish the small troll for liking those shitty romcoms. He hoped Karkat liked slasher flicks because tonight they were watching "SAW." This would be fun, Karkitty would be hiding under the blanket for half the movie and would probably not sleep for a week.

Finally the movie ended!

"Yes! Horror time."

"Wait, you picked a horror film?" The small troll had sunken back slightly into the couch, his face looked like the face of someone who was trying to be brave when really they were scared shitless.

"Bro, don't tell your scared of a little gore."Dave turned around slightly to face his frightened companion a slight smirk turning up the corners of his lips.

"Fuck you Strider. I have fought actual horror terrors, in reality I can handle some shitty wriggler film about an asshole in a mask."

"Whatever you say Kitkat." The blonde chuckled, spinning around raather dramatically on his heels and pressing play on the remote, before flopping down on his end of the love-seat.

Sometimes he didn't know why they bothered sitting on the same couch, they always huddled at opposite ends trying to put as much space in between them as possible. The only contact they ever made was when their hands bumped against each other whilst reaching for some popcorn, like a scene in some shitty romance film. Though it didn't end with them making out in the rain infact t usually ended up with Dave having to remove Karkat's claws from his flesh.

This movie wasn't great, Saw was his Bro's thing. Nevertheless Karkat's reactions made it worthwhile, he swear he heard the "fearless leader" whimper a couple times.

All of his reactions paled in comparison to the terrific responses he had to Jigsaw cutting people in half. He literally started flinching and digging his claws into the leather of the sofa, some of the white stuffing poking out from the small holes he made.

A scream rang through the small room they sat in, the image of yet another girl being sawed in half flashed across the screen.

"No, fuck no. No! Fuck."

Karkat glanced around frantically, looking for a pillow, a blanket really anything to hide the scene from his vision and block out the noise. His wide eyes locked with my shaded ones, he looked completely petrified I almost felt sorry for making him watch the movie with me.

Yet another ear shattering scream blasted from the stereos on the TV, with a finally jerk of fright from the petite troll he flung himself across my lap. He had broke that space between us, the no-mans land, the no touchy-touchy rule.

I tried to tell him to move, this was breaking some major rules of the bro-code, I was frozen though. He was never like this I mean sure he was insecure, but this wasn't insecurity it was pure panic.

As the noises of screaming and splattering guts continued to make the atmosphere in the room tense and heavy. I could feel him lifting my shirt up his fingertips grazing my bare stomach, my breath caught in my throat and I could feel my face getting hot. He shoved his head under my shirt his breath was warm as it hit my skin.

Finally I felt able to move again, I wiggled my fingers to make sure I still had control of my limbs. Snatching the remote from the small table beside me I slammed my finger down on the off button, the TV fading to black and the room fell into silence.

I could feel his breathing quicken as the room fell into complete darkness, his bony legs moved in closer to his chest until he was curled up in a fetal position on my lap his face buried under my shirt.

My stoic facade often made people scared to approach me for casual conversation let along any kind of sympathy or comfort, this was unfamiliar territory to me. Maybe it was instinct, or maybe all those romance movie the very troll curled up in his lap had made him watch, either way I extended a hesitant hand and began to softly stroke his back with the tips of my fingers.

My fingers began to trace patterns on his back, they started as lines and sloppy circles but soon turned into intricate designs and picture. I drew his sign, the record from my shirt in which he was wear, I even drew his nubby horns and messy hair. I slight chuckle bubbled up from my chest and softly slipped past my lips, his breath stopped abruptly at the sound. It was soft and faint but I felt it, he pressed a soft kiss to the area underneath my naval and he softly began to purr? It was a soft and steady rumbling I could feel his chest vibrating against me.

I could feel myself begin to nod off, his warmth conbinded with mine was like a blanket my eyelids felt like the wight of the meteor wwas pulling down on them. I'll be damned if I'm going to fall asleep having snuggle time with Karkat, Kanaya and Rose would have a fucking party when they found us in the morning. I didn't fancy waking up to cooing girls and more importantly something I would never live down.

Moving my knees slowly I tried to push him off, and he growled at me! His nickname is now and forever Karkitty, now even I couldn't say this wasn't adorable.

"Come on, unless you want to give the girls a free show in the morning you have to move."

A hiss of defiance came from underneath my shirt and his claws pricked at my thighs, not enough to draw blood but enough to cut my pajama pants and sting. Ow!

Well I suppose we are doing this shit the hard way, screw him and his lazy (and really attractive) ass.

"Okay then your highness, you leave me no choice."

Softly I ran my hands down over the curve of his hips, and grazed his thighs before wrapping my arms around the area where his thighs curved up into his rump. A rather feminine squeak left his mouth. Due to his small size it was rather easy to basically manhandle him he might as well have been a stuffed animal. Slowly his head slipped from beneath my shirt to rest on the clothed surface of my chest his arms and legs wrapping around my torso when I stood up.

Yet as I made my way to his bedroom one of his feet lost its gripped and slipped to swing with the motion of my steps. I glanced downwards as it bumped against my thigh, and all I could think was.

"Damn, he has small feet."