Dirk walked into the living room, dreading what he might see. Luckily all he did see was a large grey lump on the couch as the fresh prince of bel air theme blared on the television.
"Bro?" Dirk questioned, making the grey lump shift. A blonde head burst out of an opening, revealing that he was trapped inside a very large grey and white sweater with the cancer symbol on the front. Dave nodded.
"Sup?"
"Where'd Karkat go?" Dirk questioned again, making the sweater shift again as a smaller grey face popped out of the same turtleneck-neck hole. Dirk took a few steps back.
"How the fuck are you two fitting in that?!"
"Karkat is like… Really tiny and I can use my mutant clinging skills to fold up smaller than a god damn squiddle if I wanted to, that's how," Dave dead panned, receiving a nod from Karkat, as to indicate he was rambling the truth.
"Oh my god are you cuddling a shirtless alien in his shirt, man?"
"Possibly."
"Get a room, I was going to have Roxy over, and I don't want her seeing my big/little bro thing and his stupid, alien, cat boyfriend, crab thing making out on my couch."
"Excuse you Strider, but we own this house… because the Mayor gave it to us."
"Yes but I bought the couch," Dirk sighed, fixing his shades. Karkat growled and Dave groaned.
"Fine, honestly I don't need to be fawned over by a Lalonde right now anyways," Dave sighed louder, shoving his feet through the bottom of the sweater, revealing a pair of record scratched boxers.
"This is getting worse and worse by the second," Dirk sighed, rubbing his temples. Dave managed to stand up, and began to carry Karkat towards the cleaner room. Karkat's smaller form seemed to wriggle around slightly in the chest of the sweater. His head rolled to face Dirk as he mockingly stuck his tongue out at the other blonde. Dirk rolled his eyes. This was going to be annoying.