Dave shuffled through the movies, not really finding anything that seemed to appeal to him at the moment. Then he heard the door open from down stairs, Dave guessed that bro had returned home from work. Therefore he got up and walked toward the stairs to greet his brother. When he suddenly heard Karkat yell out of anger. Quickly Dave rand down the stairs and found one of the most comical sights he had even seen. Karkat was flailing around in bro's grasp, the shirt riding up a bit and bro's face was straight.
"Dave, do you know who the hell this is?" Bro asked as Karkat growled and glared at the older strider. The small troll crossed his arms over his chest and gave Dave a deep glare as well. Dave rolled his eyes and took a few steps closer
"Yah, that's the asshole with grey text that I told you about." Dave said and Bro gave an understanding look. He put the small troll back onto the ground and Karkat move quickly out of the taller's reach. He did not enjoy being hoisted into the air. Bro then proceeded to set the bag on the table and motion for the two to come over.
"I got some Chinese food, but you two might have to share or something." Bro said as he grabbed the boxes from the bag. Dave and Karkat both walked up to the table, Karkat looked at the white boxes in curiosity. They actually didn't smell half bad; Karkat would even go as far as to say that they were edible. Dave opened one of them and revealed small orange fleshy stone shaped morsels.
"That is called orange chicken." Dave explained and grabbed a piece with his chopsticks skillfully. Karkat nodded looking at the chicken before him, he then proceeded to grab a pair of chopsticks for himself and try and grab a piece of chicken. Yet he could not figure out how to hold the utensils. Dave watched as his fingers twit-tiled the two chopsticks around. Dave finally found that he should help the small troll. Dave grabbed the small troll's hand and moved the chopsticks in the right position in his hand.
"I had it, you didn't have to fucking help me." Karkat scorned and picked a piece of chicken. Karkat looked at it curiously, he wasn't sure if he wanted to eat it. Dave rolled his eyes and took a bite of his own piece of chicken. The small troll figured that if Dave could eat it and not die, he was most likely able to do the same. Karkat took a small bite and found that he like it, a lot. He ate his piece happily and grabbed another.
After they ate Dave decided that it was time to go and watch the movie. He threw some popcorn into the microwave and set at the table. Suddenly the taller remembered that he had yet to put Karkat's clothes in the dryer. He walked into the washroom and put them in, but something had slid from Karkat's pants pocket. It was his communicator. Dave picked it up and slipped it into his pocket, thinking that he will return it later.
Then went back to the kitchen to grab Karkat and the popcorn. They got the popcorn and walked up the stairs into Dave's room once more. The tall human grabbed a small horror movie and set on the bed. Karkat looked at him and walked into the room. Dave patted a place next to him and Karkat walked up and set on the bed with him. He curiously looked at the blankets and pillows, his fingers gently caressing the soft fabric.
"Dude it's a fucking bed. What are you doing?" Dave replied as he watched the small troll's curiosity flared. Karkat looked back at him with deep hard look. He kept messing with the soft fabric, his fingers grazing both the sheets and the comforter.
"Well I have never been on one before so shut the hell up!" Karkat growls back in annoyance. Dave looks at him in shock, how could someone never been on a bed before. Surely trolls have to sleep too.
"Then what do trolls sleep on?" Dave asked and Karkat looked back at him. How could he explain that? Well it will probably make the human look at him in shock again, but he was the one that wanted to know.
"A recuperacoon, it's like a pod of soper-slime." Karkat explained and Dave gave him a look of confusion. Yet he didn't push the subject. The taller put the movie in the DVD player and Karkat set up, leaning on one of the pillows. The troll set far from Dave on the bed as the movie began. "What is the shitty movie called anyway?" Karkat asked and looked up at Dave waiting for a response.
"It's Freddy Kroger vs. Jason the chainsaw Massacre" Dave explained and Karkat nodded having no idea what the movie was about. He thought that it might be a cheesy action movie with a ton of explosions.
Yet once the movie started, Karkat could already tell where it was going. Not wanting to seem like a whimp, the small troll leaned back and tensed up. He knew that there was probably going to be blood and jump scares. Though he wasn't sure what color human blood was, but he did know that they all had the same color. Karkat tensed up as the movie began and the first killing seen had started. Crimson red splattered everywhere. Karkat looked at the color in awe, it was only a few shades darker that Aradia. Yet still nothing like the life liquid that ran through Karkat's own veins. Throughout the movie Karkat flinched and jumped, ultimately resulting in him hiding himself under the soft confuter.
Dave looked over at the small troll that was huddled up tightly. He could see the slight trembling of the blanket and knew that Karkat was terrified. Dave eventually just turned it off and put in a small romcom, because he knew Karkat loved them. The shitty movie was Bro's that ended up in his room somehow. Karkat peeked out from the blanket and saw that the horror movie was over. After a while of the movie they both passed out.
The next day Dave woke up to find that he didn't have his shades on. The taller tried to sit up quickly to try and look for them, but had an unknown weight on his left side. Dave opened his eyes to see the soft grey razes of winter flood threw the windows. He looked down to see what was on him, only to find a small Karkat clinging to him. A soft purring type noise emanated from Karkat's throat. Dave felt a small bit of heat rise to his face.
Karkat's hands griped Dave's shirt softly and his purring was steady. Dave sighed and thought, god he is so fucking cute. Dave wrapped around him and suddenly heard an annoying ring sound come from his pocket. He stuck a hand in his pocket and found Karkat's communicator. Dave opened it up to see who was messaging him.
TC: HeY bRo?
TC: KaRbRo WhErE aRe YoU?
Dave looked over the messages; he recognized the typing stile and decided to reply. Hopefully it would get him to shut up and stop messaging.
GC: sup
TC: PaLeBrO! :oD
TC: wAiT wHy ArE yOu TyPiNg LiKe ThAt?
GC: this is dave.
GC: as in dave strider
TC: WhY dO YoU aLl Up AnD mOtHeRfUcKiNg HaVe KaRbRoS tHiNg?
GC: he's asleep and the messaging noise is annoying me.
TC: No KaRbRo NeVeR mOtHeRfUcKiNg SlEePs
TC: :O(
GC: He is asleep. I know because his is fucking clinging to me.
TC: LiArE
Dave sighed and looked at the communicator, maybe if there was a camera or some shit he could show him that Karkat was really clinging to him. Dave flipped the device over and found the camera; he pressed the button next to it. The camera sign turned on the taller pressed the button and it made the snapping sound. He then sent the picture.
GC: See.
TC: HoLy ShIT
TC: WhY iS hE wEaRiNg YoUr ShIrT?
GC: His shit was wet and I had to wash them
TC: WeLl TeLl My MoThErFuCkInG BeStBrO tO sEnT mE a mEsSaGe WhEn He WaKeS uP.
GC: fine
Dave closed the device quickly and looked down at Karkat. He could fell Karkat shifting awake. The small troll's eyes fluttered open softly. He set up; the long over-sized sleeves went passed his hands and he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. Karkat looked at him and his eyes went wide. Dave looked back in confusion and suddenly realized that he wasn't wearing his shades.
