Dave was having an abnormally slow day on the Meteor. Day, night, whatever ungodly hour it was, he was still sitting there doing nothing. So he went out for a stroll. Making a round about the various corridors and hallways that made up the giant building. He couldn't believe he had already spent a year on this godforsaken rock. And it gets worse.
Terezi had been getting uncomfortably close to him. An the thing was- he didn't trust her. He would never admit it, but ever since the whole onion incident he hasn't been able to see passed that malicious smile and forward nature.
Rose and Kanaya were getting UNBEARABLY close. Almost to the point that just sitting in the same room was awkward. Even the furniture feel subjected to the role of the 'Third Wheel'.
So pretty much the whole time the only company he's had was the Mayor, and non other than Nubby Mcshouts himself, Karkat Vantas. He obviously didn't get that guys problem. Always griping about something. Always putting everyone down, and saying he was superior. It was ridiculous. And it's only gotten worse since the whole 'Penis Ouija' thing. The troll couldn't come in a ten foot radius of him without spitting an insult.
Now that didn't stop him from forcing Dave to watch Troll Fifty First Dates thirty fucking times. Made him want to punch that sly look off Sandler's goddamn face.
But he wasn't going to lie- spending his time with the Cancer wasn't all that bad. Sometimes their conversations were normal. Like when they were talking about Ben Stiller and Will Smith. Oh right, that just reminded him.
A while back- when he was rummaging through his room, mostly sifting for any empty bottles of AJ to repurpose them for containers, he found a movie he hadn't seen in a while. He found an old copy of Grease. Mostly for ironic purpose, but thought it would be hilarious to show the short troll.
He pulled it out of his sylladex to hold in his hands for a moments. Staring at the cover through his shades. It was decided. He was going to watch this shitfest of horrible musicals and headache inducing 90's Highschool drama. (He actually quite liked the movie for it's clever and witty dialoge.)
He stopped and slumpt against a gray wall, blipping open his Pesterchum on his iShades to grab the trolls attention.
turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG]
TG: yo
TG: karkat
TG: pick up the spider-laptop-thingy
TG: bro i know your there
He sat their staring at the bright screen until his shades made a ping noise.
CG: WHAT THE BULDGE FESTERING FUCK DO YOU WANT STRIDER? IM IN THE MIDDLE OF SOME IMPORTANT BUSINESS IF YOU DONT FUCKING MIND.
Dave quirked his brow as he replied.
TG: ha you mean watching more of your shitty sappy romcoms? probably dabbling in dane cook
TG: how do you even watch that shit
TG: his plot development is more like dane half baked then it is cooked
TG: three year old could cook better with an easybake oven
TG: make a whole godamn feast compared to that noise
He smiled at his own remark. Proud of it.
CG: WHATEVER THAT MEANS, YOU JUST HAVE A HORRIBLE MOVIE TASTE YOU UNCULTURED FUCK
CG: NOW SPIT IT OUT, WHAT EVER SO DELUSIONAL THING DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?
TG: well speaking of movies
TG: guess what
he waited a couple of momments, then read.
CG: OH NO
CG: HELL NO
CG: YOU AND MOVIES DO NOT MIX
CG: ID RATHER HAVE SOMEONE SHOVE A THIRTY FOOT POLE UP MY SPHINCTER THEN HAVE TO SIT THROUGH A GOG AWFUL IRONIC MOVIE WITH THE LIKES OF YOU
He rolled his eyes, almost feeling the dread ooze out of those words and drip into his eyes.
TG: cmon they arent that bad
TG: anywhore
TG: its one i think youll like
TG: atleast a little bit if i know anything about you and your nubby horned self
CG: I DO NOT HAVE NUBBY HORNS YOU SHITSPONGE
TG: right
TG: and your not short
It took a while to reply
CG: FUCK OFF
TG: what and miss you throw a tantrum like a three yearold that didnt get the toy he wanted
TG: no way
TG: its like watching a mom have to deal with her kid at target
TG: kid calm the fuck down
TG: but i want all the shitty junk food in the $1 section
TG: kid quit your bitchin and sit in this godamn cart for a secound
TG: that is basically what you look like
He waited a while, he fixed his position on the wall, his back getting sore from the hard flat plane press against him.
CG: ...
CG: I DONT EVEN WANT TO KNOW HALF THE UNNESSISARY HOOFBEAST SHIT YOUR BABBLING ABOUT
CG: NOT A *FUCKING* WORD
CG: I HAVE DEEMED YOU ROBBED SPEECHLESS FROM YOUR STUPID EXPLANATIONS ON THE BULDGE BONING BULLSHIT THAT IS UNFOLDING BEFORE MY OWN VISION SPHERES
CG: SO HOLD YOUR ELABORATE METAPHORS IN A CHOKEHOLD FOR A GOGDAMN SECOND
CG: NOW
CG: GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE BEFORE I SECOND GUESS MY THINKPAN'S CAPABILITIES TO PROCESS INFORMATION CORRECTLY
TG: alright then
TG: cya soon nubbs
turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG]
He got up and turned in the direction of Karkat's dorm room. Not before running into a wall. Godamnit. He turned off Pesterchum on his iShades so he could actually see where the fuck he was going.
Standing up, casually brushing himself off of any passengers that might cling to his godly pjs from the wall. He shoved his hands in his pockets, pacing down the hallway in long strides. (No pun intended) He wasn't in a hurry to make it there. Hell he had all the time in the world. Its in the job decription.
Little did he know this would make for an interesting evening for the both of them. A surprise both of them would never see coming.
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We All Have Secrets: A Davekat Fanfic
FanfictionEver wondered what happened between Karkat and Dave that suddenly made them have a bond? Well you'll find out- through my mind how it all happened. Enjoy!
