Karkat flinched as Dave slammed his left foot on its corresponding panel. Karkat growled as Dave laughed. He was clicking around the songs that the game could still manage. He was pretty disappointed when the one song in English wouldn't play, but he should have figured it'd be pretty fucking beat up.

"Ok so what is this?"

"Like… A rhythm game played with your feet."

"Oh…?" Karkat questioned as Dave hit the final option, making a crappy Japanese pop tune start up. Karkat flinched again as the music began to blare. Dave began to hit the buttons with his feet, a face of pure concentration plastered on his features. The game was on its hardest setting and his feet were moving at lightning fast pace. Karkat watched in awe.

"Whoa," Karkat managed with his jaw hanging open. Dave grinned slightly before jumping up and landing, facing Karkat. He was still still keeping good pace while looking at Karkat.

"Like what you see, candy corn boy?"

"All I see is an alien teen with a bloated fucking ego."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Dave said with a slightly disappointed look. He quickly flipped back around to the screen, hitting the last foot movement with his hand on the top panel and his feet on the left and right panels. Karkat slow clapped slightly while Dave chuckled a little.

"That was… Actually impressive."

"Thanks man, I was trying harder than usual," Dave said with a little huff. Karkat smirked back at him.

"God was that really that tiring?"

"Fuck yes, I haven't done that in years dude."

"Haha, if it didn't actually take fucking effort I would try too, but you know I'm a lazy piece of shit."

"Yes, but you're an angry piece of shit too, and even then you aren't shit. You're an alien, with sharp teeth. So if you do want to play a game too then let's harness that pure white rage."

"I'm not that angry," Karkat said with a pout. Dave stifled a laugh, making Karkat growl under his breath. Dave then broke out laughing in the middle of an abandoned arcade. Karkat screeched.

"DAVE I SWEAR TO GOG I WILL PUNT YOU SO HARD."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Karkat! Go stand by that machine next to the dance machine while a calm myself down for a sec," Dave said through a handful of wheezy breaths. Karkat compiled in a huff, sitting by a flashing machine with a few moles chasing each other on the sign.

Dave managed to pick himself up from the ground where he laid, crawling over to the machine with Karkat. The shorter boy puffed a breath that he didn't know he was holding and Dave smiled at him.

"Your mouth looks like a jelly bean and I'm bored. Teach me how to play this stupid game," Karkat said with a loud sigh. Dave just nodded and began to explain the basics of Whack-A-Mole and how it wasn't a human religion. It took a good fifteen minutes for Karkat to seem safe with the idea of playing the game. Dave hit the start up button with his foot, trying to be funny. Karkat just rolled his eyes.

"Get ready!" The machine said in a cheerful voice. Karkat grimaced while readying the mallet in his hand. A stiff plastic mole sprung up, thoroughly scaring him again. Dave slammed his hand onto the mole before grinning.

"Go Karkles! You got it!" Dave cheered, beaming from his spot. Karkat shot him a soft look, nodding slightly as another mile sprung up. He quickly smashed his foam mallet down, making other moles spring up.

Karkat managed to actually finish the game with a really high score. Dave applauded him and Karkat grinned. His grey face was flushed a candy red and his hair was disheveled. He was sweating more than Dave had been, but that didn't matter to them as they laughed with each other (plus Karkat was wearing a thick, extra large sweater, so no one could blame him). The two managed to make it a pretty fucking good time even though it was a million degrees outside and the day had started out with bubble wrap shenanigans and Karkat having a nightmare during The Notebook.