[Dave is, in fact, in the respiteblock, and, even better (well, for a given value of better more in line with conversational purposes than not), he is not asleep. He looks up from his very important business designing Sweet Throh and Hella Jeff characters on the hotel notepad at the same time Valentine the Togepi does, sitting happily in his lap.
Because what the fuck is that opener, Karkat. Could he be any less natural?
Dave checks for signs of distress, but doesn't see any he's come to recognize. Karkat is stressed, maybe, and definitely keyed up somehow, but he doesn't look upset. They're probably not looking at a meltdown, here, just. An inexplicable Karkat thing.
Dave inclines his head, but lets his voice stay even.]
Fine.
[With one hand to steady Valentine, he shifts in his seat so he can face Karkat, ready for...whatever is about to happen, he guesses.]
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Because what the fuck is that opener, Karkat. Could he be any less natural?
Dave checks for signs of distress, but doesn't see any he's come to recognize. Karkat is stressed, maybe, and definitely keyed up somehow, but he doesn't look upset. They're probably not looking at a meltdown, here, just. An inexplicable Karkat thing.
Dave inclines his head, but lets his voice stay even.]
Fine.
[With one hand to steady Valentine, he shifts in his seat so he can face Karkat, ready for...whatever is about to happen, he guesses.]
'Sup?