WHATEVER STRIDER - DaveKat (and more)

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Why are we still Karkat? 

Because he's the only one YOU are allowed to talk too.

Hmmph

you are Karkat, and you just woke up.

You yawn and stretch. You and Dave stayed up rather late last night playing video games. It was glorious. You look around for Dave, but notice that he's gone. Just to clarify, you were on the guest bed right? yeah? you don't understand why that matters, but yes. You were. You walk into the kitchen and see a note on the counter.

Hey Kitkat/Dirk (whoever it is thats reading this) I am just getting the stuff to make pancakes. I'll be back soon.

-Dave

Alright, you will admit, pancakes sound delicious right now. Your stomach growls right as Dirk enters the room.

"Whoah, feisty in the mornings huh?"

"Nah just hungry" 

"Who knew such a small guy could make such a loud sound?"

"Umm... Me." You knew that already. Dave comes back just in time to save you from an awkward silence with Dirk. He sets everything out on the counter. I am just going to pretend that the writer of this story actually KNOWS how to MAKE pancakes. Because she doesn't. She doesn't even know how to write. You notice that along with pancake mix etc. there is a giant container of apple juice.

"Dave, that is a lot of apple juice"

"Not really" It was a lot. 

"How are you going to drink all that?"

"Watch me Kitkat. Watch me." And you did. He drank like, three glasses of it just standing there.

"Why didn't you have any earlier?"

"Dirk poured it all over my bed."

"Ew" 

That is why I asked about the guest bed.

--BAKING YAAAY--

The pancakes were delicious. Like, AMAZING. You never knew that Dave could cook. But DAMN CAN HE COOK. You decide to tell him so.

"Dave, those are THE BEST pancakes I have ever had."

"Nah"

"Umm... Yeah?"

"Alright, whatever you say babe" What. The. Fuck. Dave called you babe. You face is turning bright red and you know he sees it. "What is it Kitkat?" 

"You- you called me babe!" Fuck. What if he takes that the wrong way.

"And? Do you not want me to?"

"No- well yes.. I- umm" You stutter, blushing harder. This is incredibly awkward, and you know that Dave knows it. 

"Is there anything you would rather that I call you?" He winks. You run off into the guestroom, your face flaming.

~~END OF CHAPTER FOUR~~