[Sugar what. Dave, what. Karkat finally looks at him, if for the express purpose of silent conveying his abject shame that this moron is in any way associated with him, and it's only the fact that his bro has apparently chosen that same moment to open the present that keeps him from glancing away. As for his reaction to the gift itself...
... All right, maybe Past Karkat had managed to avoid fucking something up after all.
He's just started smiling by the time Dave lets his impromptu hood fall, and he wipes his face clean of the expression as quickly as he possibly can. There isn't much reason to hide the fact that he's happy Dave likes his gift, but Karkat is also pretty fucking sure the jig would be up the second his best friend saw him grinning like that around him.
Then again, this is Dave, who apparently can't recognize pale attraction in someone even when they hand him a shooshpap in blanket form. He would make the worst troll. Just. The absolute worst.
Somehow resisting the urge to snap back "I'm not being weird, you're being weird," Karkat hesitates, then goes to sit down next to him. It's probably okay if he does that, right? Right.]
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... All right, maybe Past Karkat had managed to avoid fucking something up after all.
He's just started smiling by the time Dave lets his impromptu hood fall, and he wipes his face clean of the expression as quickly as he possibly can. There isn't much reason to hide the fact that he's happy Dave likes his gift, but Karkat is also pretty fucking sure the jig would be up the second his best friend saw him grinning like that around him.
Then again, this is Dave, who apparently can't recognize pale attraction in someone even when they hand him a shooshpap in blanket form. He would make the worst troll. Just. The absolute worst.
Somehow resisting the urge to snap back "I'm not being weird, you're being weird," Karkat hesitates, then goes to sit down next to him. It's probably okay if he does that, right? Right.]
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