[Karkat may actually let out a muted laugh at the kick, shoving vaguely at Dave's leg in return and tugging on the blanket just a bit to try and keep his moirail(!!) from hiding completely. Seriously, such an asshole.]

Because I say it is. I'm the troll here, I know what goes and what fucking doesn't in moirallegiance, okay?

[He may be enjoying saying that word more than strictly necessary. Also. Yeah, about that...

Very, very carefully, he reaches out and touches Dave's upper back—through the blanket, and no, his hand isn't moving beyond that yet, he's just. Testing things out. Is this okay? He'd ask aloud, but that involves altogether too much audible articulation for him to want to try just yet.]

You can touch me. I won't mind.

[No matter what Dave does, probably. He's magnanimous like that.]