My understanding's that Vriska was more of a bitch about everything than any creature on any planet that's ever supported life, probably.
[Wow. He's never seen Karkat so chill, or so...like, pleased. That's more than enough incentive to keep going, combing his fingers back from Karkat's hairline through the spot where his horns should be, fingerpads rubbing across his scalp, slow and rhythmic.
He watches Karkat's face as he does. Imagines how it'd look with his proper coloring, with his teeth. Watches for signs of the grief he's always known was there, that lay over that whole damn meteor.]
Tavros and Vriska. [They're familiar names, Vriska in particular, but still. Dave never knew them. He keeps running his hand through Karkat's hair, cups his jaw for a warm, fleeting moment before moving up again.] Wanna talk about them?
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[Wow. He's never seen Karkat so chill, or so...like, pleased. That's more than enough incentive to keep going, combing his fingers back from Karkat's hairline through the spot where his horns should be, fingerpads rubbing across his scalp, slow and rhythmic.
He watches Karkat's face as he does. Imagines how it'd look with his proper coloring, with his teeth. Watches for signs of the grief he's always known was there, that lay over that whole damn meteor.]
Tavros and Vriska. [They're familiar names, Vriska in particular, but still. Dave never knew them. He keeps running his hand through Karkat's hair, cups his jaw for a warm, fleeting moment before moving up again.] Wanna talk about them?