Dave Strider

Just watching her made you happy.

In many different ways.

She was... enticing as she walked around the lab. Interesting. Sexy, and of course, in a matespritship with Karkat. It would be SO much fun to watch him break as you pried her from his angst-y, unappreciative grip. Did he even actually care about her? You think not. It would be a refreshing change for her if she had someone that wasn't just begging for her body all the time. She bent over to pick up a scalemate, leaving you with an incredible view.

Ok, you would be begging at least some of the time. With a body like that? Who wouldn't be?

Of course you knew you already had more than just a crush on her. And she had been giving off body language that suggested more than just shitty comic-swapping buddy-ness between the two of you.

But you still couldn't get that conversation out of your head.

"You think you love someone, right?" you had asked her.

She had immediately blushed, her red eyes growing wider. Then she had sat back, giggling. "I think so..."

So who was it already? Was she really falling for Karkat? How could she be attracted to someone so... uncool? Was she not picking up your ever-so-subtle less-than-ironic hints? Did she really not get it?

Was she so focused on Karkat that she hadn't seen it? The faint smile you had developed from watching her dripped off your face as that thought entered your mind. No, that's completely preposterous. You think to yourself. Surely she would've noticed something by now. You watch silently as she jogs (bouncy bouncy) over to, urgh, Karkat and, ack, licks his cheek. He looks up and smiles at her, practically beaming. But there was something different about his smile... it seemed, genuine, innocent almost. What had changed? As soon as you think the question you answer it.

He wasn't looking at her like she was a pleasure toy. And she noticed it.

God damn, he had figured out that he would get there faster by not asking? Code fucking red! Or, er, some other color that was considered bad, because at this point red was considered very very good. But code fucking... color! This was bad, he had realized that he was being a shitty matesprit! Well you were just determined to pry her away from him, so game on, Vantasshole. She will be yours.

Mark your fucking red colored words.