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==> Dave: Leave
You close the door to your girlfriend’s (ex-girlfriend, you remind yourself) room (respiteblock, whatever, just because you went out with a troll doesn’t mean you gotta learn their jargon) as quietly as possible. You try really fucking hard not to let your cool façade slip. You somehow managed to keep it cool back in the room but your fists are clenched and shaking and you’re hurt and angry and fuck you hate that clown.
Not the way she hates him though.
You raise your hand to slam it into the wall but stop yourself at the last second (what’s a second anymore anyway), remembering that you’re still outside her room.
You remember too late that she could probably smell your anger. You’re kind of past caring. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself.
You quicken your pace and the entire time you walk you keep thinking about how much you hate, no wait, not using that word anymore, it’s just going to bring memories of the stupid hatemance she’s got going on with the missing clown (fuck that guy), strongly dislike (now that just sounds stupid) the quadrants shit the trolls have (fuck troll culture).
You’re so caught up in your thoughts that when you round the corner you bump into Karkat.
Fuck. Not him. Usually you can deal with him, heck, sometimes it’s even fun, but you’re just not feeling it today.
KARKAT: WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, ASSHOLE.
Too bad Karkat can’t take a hint.
DAVE: fuck you
You can’t believe that you actually can’t come up with something better. You must be really out of it. Unfortunately for you, Karkat notices.
KARKAT: WOW. I AM JUST STANDING HERE IN AWE OF HOW AMAZING THAT COMEBACK WAS.
KARKAT: HAVE YOU FINALLY DECIDED TO STOP BLABBERING ON AND ON ABOUT SHIT THAT’S COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT AND MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL?
KARKAT: WHAT A RELIEF.
You’re getting really annoyed, and when Karkat starts to open his mouth again you’re so tired of his shit that you take out your sword and swing at him.
Karkat actually manages to take his sickles out in time to block you, though it’s not a very good block, and he looks completely taken by surprise. He recovers quickly though and snarls at you, baring his teeth (you’d be laughing in any other situation).
Damn trolls. You forget sometimes (almost all the time) that they lived in a world where slow reactions pretty much meant death. But at least this means you get a good strife. You haven’t had one in much too long and you hadn’t realized how much you missed the thrill of it. You can feel the adrenaline beginning to rush and a grin almost spreads across your face.
Karkat practically pounces at you (you briefly wonder if that’s a troll thing or if that’s where the “kat” in his name comes from), and you deftly dodge to the right and his sickles hit the ground instead. You swing at him again while his sickles are still stuck in the ground, but he gets one of his sickles out in time and blocks you again. He takes his other sickle out of the ground and throws it at you. Good thing you’re fast enough to dodge that too. You’re really enjoying how obviously frustrated he is.
He begins moving to get the sickle he threw, but you’re definitely not going to let it be that easy. You continue to strike, the two of you exchanging blows and taunts down the hallway down to where his second sickle is. Right before he’s able to pick it up, you take advantage of your long legs and kick it away. Karkat glares at you (nothing new, though this glare is admittedly a bit more intimidating than his usual ones) and curses at you. You just smirk at him, knowing that’ll just rile him up more.
You don’t expect him to use the flat part of his sickle to disarm you. Your sword lands somewhere just out of your arm’s reach and now he’s the one smirking. Son of a fuck.
KARKAT: THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR KICKING MY SICKLE.
KARKAT: LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE JUST ANOTHER STUPID PINK MONKEY WITHOUT A SWORD.
KARKAT: JUST A WEAPONLESS, DEFENSELESS PINK MONKEY.
Your eyes narrow (not that he can see) and, taking advantage of your ability to flashstep, you appear behind him, use all your strength to knock him over, take his sickle from his hand, and use his own weapon to trap him against the ground. Karkat scowls from below you, his neck trapped under his sickle and his body trapped by you sitting on him.
DAVE: what was that you were saying about a weaponless defenseless pink monkey
DAVE: whos without a weapon now
DAVE: yeah thats right its you
You briefly consider making a SBAHJ reference, but Karkat is growling at you again, and he suddenly kicks you off of himself. His sickle goes with you and you “accidentally” fling it across the hallway to join his other sickle.
To your surprise, he doesn’t chase after it. He grabs you instead and next thing you know the two of you are having a wrestling match, which really sucks because Karkat’s actually the stronger one. He has you pinned against the wall with no escape now and you curse.
You’re even more surprised when he smashes his lips against yours.
You kind of just stand there frozen in shock for a moment because what the fuck is Karkat kissing you when the two of you were just attempting to beat each other to bloody pulp a few seconds ago?
You taste blood and you’re pretty sure it’s your own because Karkat’s teeth are really sharp and he doesn’t seem to care that he’s completely bloodying your lip. Kissing Terezi was way better.
And then you remember Terezi and the clown and all your anger comes rushing back and next thing you know you’re kissing Karkat back just as furiously.
Even kissing Karkat becomes a fight as the two of you struggle for dominance. You manage to kick yourself off the wall and pin Karkat against the opposite wall, but he immediately flips your positions so that you’re trapped again. This continues for a bit until he knocks your head against the wall hard enough for you to feel really dazed, and proceeds to drag you to a room.
A room that happens to be yours.
You thought he’d drag the two of you to his room.
You figure it’s convenient though, and by now you’ve recovered enough to push him against your bed.
Somewhere in the back of your head you think to yourself that this is probably a really bad idea, but you ignore the thought and continue kissing Karkat.
You don’t care if trolls are probably used to sharing. This is probably the only way you have of getting back at the damned clown for taking away your girlfriend.
It doesn’t occur to you until the next morning that you might’ve fallen into the exact same relationship with Karkat that Terezi has with Gamzee.
==> Dave: Be Karkat the next morning
Fuck fuck fuck.
This was not supposed to happen. This was not what you thought would happen. Damn your future self for being vague.
You inwardly groan and bury your head in your hands. You weren’t supposed to wake up practically naked next to Dave Strider. At this point you can’t tell who you hate more, yourself or your future self or the guy still sleeping next to you. You try really fucking hard not to remember what had happened and hastily get off the bed (which is admittedly comfortable) to find your clothes.
You abscond from his respiteblock as quickly as possible.
And of course the first thing you do when you get back to your own is get your husktop so that you can yell at your past self for the stupid thing you just did.