Dave sat in his room the next day. He, again, was pestering his best friend. Complaining about the way the human population treated trolls, he typed quickly and angrily not mentioning what bro had done just the day before. His room was blasting some alternate music in which he ironically listened to (at least that's what he says.) John had ceased pestering the blond boy, for reasons unknown.
The blond boy searched his closet for smaller clothes. He found a black sweater, and some grey jeans, he threw them onto a chair. he rummaged some more trying to find some warmer pants, but to no avail.
Karkat Vantas lay in the fetal position shivering. He was softly sleeping in his cell, only to be awaken by foot steps. He wished that it was Dave, instead of Bro. Dave was unnaturally kind, however Bro was harsh. Karkat softly rose from his sleeping form. Dave opened the cell door walking in. He knelt down next to Karkat unlocking his ankle from the chains it was being held by. Karkat blinked confused being handed clothes. He was told to put them on, in which he did. The felt warm, as if they just came out of a dryer. The jeans were a bit long, but fit well around the waist. The sweater was baggy but softly clung to his sides. Dave smiled handing the small troll a strawberry jam English muffin. He chuckled
"I hope you like strawberry" Dave said as Karkat took a bite. "This will be a lot tastier than what Bro was going to give you." Karkat took another bite, nodding.
"Thank you, I've always wondered what strawberry jam tasted like. I've heard of it multiple times, but have never tried it." Karkat took another bite, swallowing before speaking again. "This tastes amazing. Has to be the best thing I've ever eaten" Dave smiled and slid down one of the cells walls sitting down. He watched Karkat eat the muffin with a glimmer in his eye. "You're very kind. I haven't met a human like you before." Karkat admitted "They're usually cruel, and hateful, but you, you're kind and concerned." Karkat took the last bite of his muffin chewing slowly. Dave looked at the troll with sad eyes, he noticed that Karkat didn't look very old, barley into his teens it seems. Of course he doesn't know how trolls age so he might be off the mark. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"How old are you anyway?" Dave asked. Karkat softly gasped not expecting a question such as that one. he thought for a moment, as if calculating how log he has been alive.
"Six swee- fuck, erm 13 years" he finally said. Dave's eyes widen in shock, though Karkat couldn't see it under his shades.
"Holly shit!" Dave exclaimed "That's so young." Karkat swallowed.
"I've been doing this, since I was nine, I was er- captured around eight and trained then sold when I was around nine." he sighed "as I said, people are cruel." Dave bit his lip unsure of what to say. Karkat looked up at him , and scooted close to the blond boy. "I've learned a lot about human culture though. Like I know french, and I've celebrated Christmas, and Hanuka!" Karkat rambled about his experiences with human culture until he abruptly stopped. "Er. . . Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to hear about that." Dave shook his head at Karkat assumption.
"Nah, dude. You seem cool, and what you were telling me was cool to. I mean the pain that you probably had to go through isn't cool, but it's important, you know. It makes up you." Dave shrugged. "Tell me anything you want to, I'm truly interested." He smiled at Karkat. The troll slumped crossing his arms.
"Alright."
The blond boy searched his closet for smaller clothes. He found a black sweater, and some grey jeans, he threw them onto a chair. he rummaged some more trying to find some warmer pants, but to no avail.
Karkat Vantas lay in the fetal position shivering. He was softly sleeping in his cell, only to be awaken by foot steps. He wished that it was Dave, instead of Bro. Dave was unnaturally kind, however Bro was harsh. Karkat softly rose from his sleeping form. Dave opened the cell door walking in. He knelt down next to Karkat unlocking his ankle from the chains it was being held by. Karkat blinked confused being handed clothes. He was told to put them on, in which he did. The felt warm, as if they just came out of a dryer. The jeans were a bit long, but fit well around the waist. The sweater was baggy but softly clung to his sides. Dave smiled handing the small troll a strawberry jam English muffin. He chuckled
"I hope you like strawberry" Dave said as Karkat took a bite. "This will be a lot tastier than what Bro was going to give you." Karkat took another bite, nodding.
"Thank you, I've always wondered what strawberry jam tasted like. I've heard of it multiple times, but have never tried it." Karkat took another bite, swallowing before speaking again. "This tastes amazing. Has to be the best thing I've ever eaten" Dave smiled and slid down one of the cells walls sitting down. He watched Karkat eat the muffin with a glimmer in his eye. "You're very kind. I haven't met a human like you before." Karkat admitted "They're usually cruel, and hateful, but you, you're kind and concerned." Karkat took the last bite of his muffin chewing slowly. Dave looked at the troll with sad eyes, he noticed that Karkat didn't look very old, barley into his teens it seems. Of course he doesn't know how trolls age so he might be off the mark. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"How old are you anyway?" Dave asked. Karkat softly gasped not expecting a question such as that one. he thought for a moment, as if calculating how log he has been alive.
"Six swee- fuck, erm 13 years" he finally said. Dave's eyes widen in shock, though Karkat couldn't see it under his shades.
"Holly shit!" Dave exclaimed "That's so young." Karkat swallowed.
"I've been doing this, since I was nine, I was er- captured around eight and trained then sold when I was around nine." he sighed "as I said, people are cruel." Dave bit his lip unsure of what to say. Karkat looked up at him , and scooted close to the blond boy. "I've learned a lot about human culture though. Like I know french, and I've celebrated Christmas, and Hanuka!" Karkat rambled about his experiences with human culture until he abruptly stopped. "Er. . . Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to hear about that." Dave shook his head at Karkat assumption.
"Nah, dude. You seem cool, and what you were telling me was cool to. I mean the pain that you probably had to go through isn't cool, but it's important, you know. It makes up you." Dave shrugged. "Tell me anything you want to, I'm truly interested." He smiled at Karkat. The troll slumped crossing his arms.
"Alright."