It wasn't until Karkat had walked all the way back to his hive that he realized what had just totally slipped his mind.
"Great," he grumbled. "I'm still wearing his clothes..."
How had he let a thing like that slip his mind? Dave's clothes were comfortable, but his own were all too familiar. That shouldn't have happened.
As he entered his hive and slammed the door behind him, his husktop started alerting him to pestering. It was, needless to say, the tool himself. Karkat slumped down onto his recuperacoon and read Strider's pesters.
turntechGodhead started pestering carcinoGeneticist at 14:23!
TG: yo
TG: like my clothes so much you still got them i see
CG: WHATEVER. LIKE I EVEN CARE FOR YOUR STUPID SHIT. HOW DO YOU KNOW I HAVEN'T BURNED THEM BY NOW?
TG: do you want your clothes back or what
CG: THAT WOULD BE FUCKING FANTASTIC. JUST ONE PROBLEM.
TG: yeah i know
TG: give me some directions or whatever and i can get them over to you faster than you can throw down a single sick fire
CG: WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO THROW DOWN SICK FIRES?
TG: i know you wouldnt but just tell me where you live and ill drop your kind of wet kind of dry clothes off with you
Karkat sighed and typed out some directions, to which Dave replied "k" and left him to wait. After a while he finally arrived. Snatching the clothes from Strider's grubby fingers, Karkat closed the door and turned away. "You're welcome," Dave's muffled, sarcastic reply came. Of course, he had to go back after changing out of the tool's dumb clothes. He found that Dave had not, as he had expected, gone anywhere. The fact that Karkat was merely closing the door in Dave's face to change was a mutually known one.
"Aight," Dave said. "Later."
"Uh huh, whatever," Karkat replied, closing the door again and returning to his respiteblock. He had to admit, he was getting kinda tired now. Walking to and fro and to again had consumed a lot of energy. So off he went to sleep.
Sorry it's so short! It'll get longer and better, I promise!
~Motherfuckin' miracles, man.~