Karkat left Dave and John to watch Con Air, going into the kitchen to cook.
He had prepared it earlier, ravioli with meat sauce smothered with cheese with some homemade bread sticks.
One of Dave's many favorites.
"So KitKat, what's for dinner?" Dave asks.
" Food."
"What kind of food?"
"Food that will go down you're nook licking chaff hole and hopefully shut you the fuck up!"
Dave snorts at that.
"Isn't a troll's vagina called a nook?" John asks.
Dave and Karkat's faces blush red.
"Dave...have...?"
"No!I've never did that!"Dave shoots up, knowing what John was going to ask.
Not that I'm not willing to try. I mean, if Karkat was to spread his legs open right now and ask I'd...
" Dave?" Karkat says, snapping in front of his face.
"Hm? Something wrong, Karkles?" Dave says, snapping back into reality.
"1)Don't call me that. 2)would you like to join us down on earth for dinner?"
" Oh...yeah...yeah." Dave says. "Lead the way. "
As he followed, he totally didn't check out Karkat's cute butt.
"Oh my gosh, Karkat! This is so good. You should marry me and make this for me every night."John cooed.
"Sorry but Karkitty is already my housewife, Egbert."
"I'm no ones fucking housetroll, dammit."
Karkat says, his face cherry red.
"Beside what happened to "not being a homosexual", John?" Dave says.
John blushes.
"I'm not!" he quickly replies.
but im definitely not straight either.
"Bullshit."Karkat says, not realizing he said that out loud.
Dave and John looked at Karkat, surprised.
"Don't act like i don't notice you two trying to fuck me with your eyes."
Red faces went all around, awkwardness and sexual tension swirling around the room.
"You want go back to playing video games?" John says, getting up.
"That sounds like a plan." Dave says, following.
Karkat rolls his eyes.