"Yo. It's time to get up." Groaning. "Get the hell up, we're going shopping." Karkat opened his eyes to see Dave in a felt suit.
"What... The fuck?"
"You wanted to go shopping, we're going shopping."
"Ugh. Okay. Why the hell are we going so early? Couldn't you have waited until I got up?"
"No, I couldn't have. You take forever to get up when you're not working."
"Fine... Let me get changed, first, which reminds me, you still haven't done the laundry."
"Sure, I'll do that when I get to it, just hurry up."
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"So, what exactly are we shopping for?"
"For your pet bed and for you to stop looking homeless."
"I- I don't look homeless!"
"You still have cheap clothes and no style."
"This lack of style is my style!" Karkat was starting to get furious. "What makes you have the right to determine what's stylish? I'll have you know my aesthetic is very stylized."
"Did you just... " Dave stuttered in surprise, "What the fuck. That's not how clothes work."
"It's how my clothes work."
This time, he just paused, trying to think of what to say. "Fine, we'll only get a couple clothes, and then the bed."
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"That was the worst experience ever."
"It gets better, trust me."
"No. It won't get better. Because you're trying to get rid of who I am, you are trying to erase my past!"
"What the hell? I just got you some clothes that I won't feel secondhand embarrassment when you wear."
"Well, you obviously don't get it, then."
"I give up with you." Dave leaned back his head, facing skyward. "You should just say thanks and set up your bed... Maybe write down a list of what else you'd need. Satisfying a fetish isn't a need."
Karkat just felt like giving up. "And what do you suppose I write it on? Paper towels, with my urine?"
"Please... No... I won't even joke about that. No. I have a pencil and paper in my top right drawer."
"Fine."
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It won't move. Dave pushed a little harder. What the hell is blocking the door? He started pushing the door with his entire weight, when the door started sliding slowly open, to reveal... God damn it. Karkat. On his bed. Fully asleep. Wrapped up tightly in his blanket. In front of the door.
Dave slipped out of the area that he pushed open, then made an effort not to step on either the bed or Karkat, as he got to the sink to get a glass of water. Shhhhhh. Why are sinks always so noisy? Shhhhtk. Done. Dave peered at Karkat, still asleep... He started walking towards the bed, and then squatted before Karkat, before sitting. It couldn't hurt to just rest here... The door's noisy anyways. The midnight, indoor shade wearer propped his back against a cabinet, and lost track of time as he sipped from his red Solo cup, half drifting off, half watching Karkat.
As Dave looked around, reflecting on the past days' events, he noticed the bag of belongings, and the new shirts, were in the same corner as before... Why wasn't the bed just put in front of there, where he was sleeping already? He looked back at the mysterious stranger sleeping beside him, deciding he'd ask him in the morning, when Karkat shuffled in his sleep, causing Dave to startle, then rest his hand on Karkat's side as he slept.
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Wh-what's... Oh. Karkat groggily looked over his shoulder to see the kid supposedly protecting him half cuddling him from behind. He had to admit, it felt kind of nice... But... He looked up, at the door. It's half open. Karkat looked back and sighed, noticing there was a small amount of water spilled on Dave's naked leg. He should probably ask for a better blanket, this one was pretty small and rigid... Should he wake up Dave? ...No, let him sleep, I guess... Karkat rested his head back down to where it was all night, the corner of his bed, and closed his eyes, thinking about his past. He's not even sure how he got here anymore. My friends are gone. I am here. There's no work. That's all that really rings out in his head. Well, he supposes, he probably has one friend, at least. Assured by that idea, he quickly fell asleep, relaxing himself to the nice feeling of Dave's hand around his hip.
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Author's note: Another chapter I ended prematurely just for the nice ending... I'm so sorry, this chapter is, like, two months from being 'the next morning' as I'd planned, but I was SO stumped for ideas... As I always say, I'll try coming out with more updates more often, but... I suppose we can't rely on it. I can literally lay in bed for hours trying to think of a nice way to progress... I promise I'm keeping you guys in mind, and I appreciate every comment SO much, however, I have a bit of a writer's block we might both have to suffer through. So, have a whole short chapter of minorly meaningful fluff. We all need it.
I suppose I slightly planned a pretty fluff chapter, if you just read the title.
