[Goddammit, Dave. Karkat tries a glare, but holding onto any anger is impossible right now. Holy shit, is this what having a moirail is really supposed to be like? He'd seen it in movies, read about it, but he'd never been this stupidly at peace with... other people. It's so unlike his usual frame of mind that he'd be concerned if he could bring himself to give a damn.

He does notice that Dave completely sidesteps any definitive answer about what he might like as a present in the future, but that's fine for now. He can press again later, and besides, it's not like he doesn't know Dave well enough to guess.]

You can stop drawing human dicks in my coffee when I visit you at work, how's that for a present? [Hah, now who's not giving a straight answer? Asshole.] But, uh. Gifts between moirails can be a lot of things. It's the same with dates; the only real criteria is that it's something enjoyable and, you know. Soothing.

[Conciliatory. Calming, like a soft blanket or relaxing in a pile together. A way to keep each other balanced, if not happy. And, well—]

They're not that different from human dates. Or bro dates, I guess. [His head lifts a little but not enough to stop or even discourage the poking at his hair.] What the fuck is with humans and specifying things are "bro-whatever" anyway, I don't get it.