Dave woke up feeling like he was missing something. Everything was bright as hell and his chest felt unnaturally light. He let his eyes slowly dart around the room, settling on a small troll curled up in one of the two overstuffed chairs with a pair of aviator shades perched on his nose. The troll was reading a book that was obviously not in English and he was smiling widely down at the book. Dave groaned and rolled to his side, managing to fall off the couch with a thump.
"Shit, ow."
"Dave are you dead or something?" Karkat murmured, not bothering to look up from his book. Dave just grumbled, laying on his stomach. Karkat sighed, angrily shoving a bookmark into his book before throwing it to the side, "Do you want your shades back or something?" Karkat asked, slipping said sunglasses off. Dave nodded and sat up from his spot on the floor.
"Yes please. But why were you using them anyways? I thought you got over your weird alien sun fear thing."
"Kanaya re-wrote this book light as fuck so I was using them to make out her god damn chicken scratches."
"Fine, okay. So are you just going to read that all day or are you going to actually be cool?" Dave asked, taking the sunglasses from Karkat and sliding them onto his face.
"I was planning on reading for the rest of the day, why don't you go hang with John or something?'
"That involves moving though, and I'm still pretty fucking sluggish. Just saying man, but when I wake you up you don't normally move for hours."
"Yeah, but you're fucking complaining!" Karkat growled. Yes he was normally grumpier than normal in the morning, but it actually only took him about thirty minutes to get out of bed. Dave rolled his eyes.
"I'm complaining because I'm really bored man. I mean normally I can subside this crappy feeling of pure nothing by making some sick beats or talking to someone on pesterchum, but my whole body would like nothing more than to not do that."
"Okay, okay stop talking and let me think for a goddamn second okay?" Karkat snapped before rubbing a taloned finger on his temple as if he had a migraine. Dave complied, closing his mouth. And humming slightly. Karkat rolled his eyes before putting a finger under his chin in a thought provoking way (or at least he thought so), "Why don't you get one of your stupid human games? I'll play it with you if you can explain it and it isn't too fucking complicated."
Dave thought about it for a sec before standing and sprinting over to a hall closet parallel to the living room. Karkat sat and watched him as he rummaged through the closet, pulling out a small orange cylinder.
"We're playing Jenga."
"Fine. Sit your ass down and we'll play this shit."
Dave plopped down next to Karkat's now claimed chair, in between a short coffee table and the troll's legs. He set the round box down as gently as he could on the small oak tool. Karkat looked at him confused.
"We haven't played this one, have we?" Karkat asked, Dave shook his head as he began to try to pop the top off the package. After about thirty seconds of trying to rip the top off Karkat got frustrated of waiting. A grey leg scooted Dave over so the owner of said leg could slide to the ground next to Dave. He grabbed the box from Dave's weak grip and thrusted one of his talons under the box's cap. He flung the orange cap past Dave and shoved the box into Dave's awaiting arms. Dave blinked at him in slight shock.
"Karkat what the hell."