[It's kind of interesting how Dave acknowledges that Karkat has seen a shitton of romcoms and then, in the next breath, goes on to assume that he has no fucking idea what engagement rings are supposed to mean. Actually, isn't the right word, but he's spent enough time dwelling on all the ways that Dave makes him want to pap him senseless that it's probably better not to go there. It's probably for the best that some of those same traits make him want to yell and throw things; they'd never get anything done otherwise.

He's feeling abnormally content with the world as the explanation continues, his own eyes drifting shut multiple times because it's just so fucking weird existing in a space where all-encompassing rage doesn't dominate his thought processes. He doesn't even care where or how Dave is touching him, just that he is and that he's here, safe, and preferably happy. The attention Dave's giving his hand is making his human stomach flip its shit repeatedly anyway; it's hard to concentrate on much of anything else.]

I know about human marriage. From movies. [Like he needs to specify. Also, petting temporarily on hold while he toys with a lock of Dave's hair.] Seems like it'd be nice to have that kind of symbol, except trolls would need five if we had all of our quadrants filled. That'd be a pain in the ass.

[This is, after all, the same species that widely regards fashion as being stupid, so any "bling" is kind of superfluous. He guesses they could probably use it as a weapon? But who the fuck would ringkind as their strife specibus, that would be stupid. Dave might do it for the ironies, but he is also stupid.

Karkat's hand drifts back to his cheek anyway and hovers by the corner of his mouth. Why do humans have such flat, useless teeth? They're not even strictly herbivorous.]

There are still problems between married couples, though, right? Did I ever make you watch The Wedding Planner?

[Dave, quick, change the subject before he goes into any more depth, you're our only hope.]