Dave Strider sat in his room playing the coolest, most ironic game he had. Yet some how while he was blasting off the heads of some more real alien... Karkat fucking Vantas. Jeez he hated that guy... alien... troll thing.....Look the point was he hated him and somehow that made him his kismesis, whatever the hell that meant. Sometimes he really didn't understand trolls and their need to name everything.
As if on cue, the door slammed open open and Karkat walked in like he owns the place. Dave does his best to ignore the intruder and continue playing his game. As the next level loads he looks over to see Vantas rummaging through his dresser throwing Bro's smuppets everywhere.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, VANTAS!"
"Getting a shirt. I'm cold, deal with it Nookwiff," Karkat didn't even yell, he barely even mumbled. Taking a shirt out of the drawer and pulling it over his head before promtly walking out the door, swinging it shut. Dave stared at the closed door after the short, grey boy. Soon he snapped out of his haze and resumed his game mumbling vague curses to himself.
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Later that day Karkat was still wearing Strider's shirt, and now that he wasn't cold anymore the scent in the fabric was starting to bother him. He could burn the shirt, rip it some or stain it. He guessed the last one would send Dave into a full rage fit, so he'd just return it stained.... and maybe still ripped. So, he went to the kitchen to get some juice or something to partially ruin Strider's shirt.
He heard some noises coming from a room up the hall that sounded like Strider's angry voice yelling at his 'totally ironic' games. Opening up the refrigerator and grabbed out the first dark-coloured thing he saw: grape juice. He opened the bottle and got ready to splash onto his chest when the open refrigerator door slammed into him. The juice went all over Karkat even dripping onto the floor and covering the troll nearly head to toe.
"Oh oops, sorry I guess Vantas." Dave muttered, stumbling backwards and pushing his shades back over his red eyes.
"FUCK YOU STRIDER YOU OBVIOUSLY DID THIS ON PURPOSE!" Karkat growled as he dripped on the floor. Even though he'd meant on spillng on the shirt, the rest of him wasn't supposed to be in the equation.
"Come on are you still wearing my shirt?! Dammit Karkat that was my favorite one," Dave whined. He reached to pull the shirt off of Karkat, who dodged him.
"ALL OF YOUR SHIRTS ARE PRACTICALLY THE SAME ANYWAY, STRIDER" he said, side-stepping another attempt by the blond to to snatch the shirt. He watched the other slip and fell on the juice with a thud. Chuckling to himself, Karkat steped over Strider dropping what was left of the juice on him as he passed.
He went up to his room and gathered a spare set of cloths before heading to the bathroom. Once there he pealed off Strider's shirt as well as his sticky own clothing, and tossing the latter in the shower figuring he might as well rinse them out before they got too stained. Climbing in after stripping and turning on the water soon steaming up the bathroom.
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Dave shoved himself up off the floor and tossed the now empty grape juice container into the trash bin. He muttered a few choice curses to himself walking to his room. He stripped down to his boxers and wipped off the stickest spots with a still damp towel he'd left in his room. He heard the shower turn on up the hall as he slipped up a pair of black skinnies. "Fucking Vantas." he mumbled digging through his shirts and pulling out a red-and-black plaid button-up shirt, just to spite the short troll. After finishing with the button he got an idea.
