“Sounds like a pretty shitty situation. Not fucking surprised he hasn’t been around you lately. No offense but you’ve been acting like hormonal pregnant woman.” Karkat sneers as Dave’s head meets with the wall several times. “Mind not leaving a dent in my wall with your cement skull?”
“Well I’m trying to make everything right again….” He sighed, rubbing his now red forehead.
He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. "I'm sure. You fucking suck at romance then. I don't even want to know what goes through your head on a daily basis."








