“You know what really sucked about being in my hive with the undead outside?” you say viciously instead. “My lusus couldn’t go hunting so we had no food in the house, and everything smelled like rot for days. It got into everything. You couldn’t even think about food because every time you took a breath you could taste rot on your tongue.”
He tosses the bag of chips at you. “If we end up there, Vantas, I swear to god.”
You snatch the bag and shove a handful of chips in your mouth. “It would be better than the land of heatstroke and tetanus.”
“Six hours ago you were freezing to death. Do you ever stop complaining?”
You take another handful of chips out of the bag. “You’ve known me for a sweep,” you say.
“Yeah, guess I could have answered that question for myself.”
Fanfic Rec: “Looks Just Like the Sun,” by messageredacted. Dave and Karkat, trapped in a dream bubble.
Fluff: +++
Angst: ++++
Smut: ++++
Overall Subjective Rating: ++++
Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/412848
Picture credit to Circlejourney Art
