whos problem

whuh

him in even closer. This was very uncool and unsmooth of you, Strider.]

it was more like a dam had burst and all those feelings you covered with thinly veiled shitty jokes had erupted.

You pull away again to suck in some air; you're not some fish you remind yourself, and press your face into the grey skin.

Fingers curl into Karkats shirt as you try to pull

spooky❥

SORRY THISNIS LAATEEEE

spooky❥

im so sorru this is laTE

adoration from beneath your eyelashes.

Most people close their eyes when kissing, you know. But somehow, you feel if you close your eyes— when you open them again, he won't be there.]

flounder lower— grasping and pulling at the the trolls waist to pull him closer.

As if that were even physically possible? Any closer and you would be smashing your skulls together.

Those cool glasses of yours are pushed further into your hair; you sneak glances at that object of your

fumbling at it!]

> Dave: Cup those cheeks.

[ You reach up, cupping Karkats face in your hands. You're kind of lousy at this.. but you dont really mind that, or mind the trolls teeth either.]

suggests; pressing your lips against his in a quick and almost clumsy manner.

You've built it up so much in your head over the years that you nearly knocked your head into his. Very smooth!]