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Hi guys! So, this story is on an indefinite hiatus, due to lack of inspiration on my part. When I be...
Fine. But that means you can't say anything this WHOLE chapter.
Okay! Fine!
You are Dave, and your tongue slipped.
"Alright, whatever you say babe" Fuck. Why did you call him babe? Oh lord his face is turning red. Gotta play it cool. "What is it Kitkat?"
"You- you called me babe!" Yes. You did. Still gotta play it cool though. But what if he doesn't feel the same about you? God you are screwed.
"And? Do you not want me to?" Fuck. Why did you say THAT? Come ON Dave.
"No- well yes.. I- umm" Karkat stutters, blushing redder. This is incredibly awkward.
"Is there anything you would rather that I call you?" You wink. Karkat runs into the guestroom, his face practically on fire. You collapse onto the couch in a pile of self pity. He probably hates you now. He will come out of that door, and ask if he can go home. And you will not be able to say no. Your precious Kitkat emerges a while later, his face still red.
"Umm... hey? I was wondering if you would show me your room? I never really got to see it..?" Oh phew. You look up and pull him upstairs, hiding your blushing face.
"Sure"
This is your room. It is okay you guess.
OKAY I GIVE UP LETS BE KARKAT
Who the FUCK is that?
Oh lord. Now I have to explain who I am to ANOTHER one of you people? Dammit.
Nah you were kidding, you recognize it's voice. Your the person reading this right? You ask.
Yeah. Now get on with the story. But let US imagine what your bedroom is like. HAHA JUST KIDDING WE ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE ITS RIGHT DOWN THERE
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Huh. Okay. That is your bedroom. It's a mess, but Karkat doesn't seem to mind. He wanders around the room with a sense of wonderment.
"Whoah. Dave, this place is AWESOME! And a bit of a mess." You poke his arm
"No shit Sherlock"
"Fuck you Watson" he retorts. You didn't know there was a reply to that. Huh. You will remember it.
"yes please" you mutter to yourself, hoping he didn't hear. The only reaction you see is his face getting red again. Which means he did. Shit. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows.
"Really?" Fuck. You look away, and jog back down the stairs, going as fast as you dare.
