[It's close enough to family that Karkat understands what he means immediately, and he nods, thinking of Crabdad. Stupid fucking Crabdad. He should never have run that program.
He glances up and blinks when Dave moves, confused and then relieved because fuck his dignity anyway, what had it ever done for him? He doesn't need a convenient lie to hug Dave, either; he'd only needed some indication that his moirail was ready for it. Permission was one thing, but with how skittish Dave had been... he just wasn't going to fucking go there until he was sure, all right?
Now that he is, there's only one thing to do: hug the shit out of this stupid human. Releasing Dave's hand, Karkat sneaks an arm around his waist and—fuck it. Fuck subtlety. Fuck waiting, he's just going to invade Dave's personal space and burrow against him, hiding his face because okay maybe this is a little embarrassing but not entertaining the thought of letting go for a second.]
Idiot.
[It's muffled but still distinct enough that Dave shouldn't have any trouble deciphering it. Nobody ever said moirails couldn't insult each other, shoosh.]
... I'll get you more blankets. And that stupid sweater. [He tucks the red mass of fluff around them more securely and resumes his highly important Dave hugging duty.] Someone has to take care of your stubborn ass. Might as well be me.
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He glances up and blinks when Dave moves, confused and then relieved because fuck his dignity anyway, what had it ever done for him? He doesn't need a convenient lie to hug Dave, either; he'd only needed some indication that his moirail was ready for it. Permission was one thing, but with how skittish Dave had been... he just wasn't going to fucking go there until he was sure, all right?
Now that he is, there's only one thing to do: hug the shit out of this stupid human. Releasing Dave's hand, Karkat sneaks an arm around his waist and—fuck it. Fuck subtlety. Fuck waiting, he's just going to invade Dave's personal space and burrow against him, hiding his face because okay maybe this is a little embarrassing but not entertaining the thought of letting go for a second.]
Idiot.
[It's muffled but still distinct enough that Dave shouldn't have any trouble deciphering it. Nobody ever said moirails couldn't insult each other, shoosh.]
... I'll get you more blankets. And that stupid sweater. [He tucks the red mass of fluff around them more securely and resumes his highly important Dave hugging duty.] Someone has to take care of your stubborn ass. Might as well be me.