Guess who finally finished their fucking exams! This shithead! Ahahaha, I've definitely failed. Annyyywayyy I'm back and I've watched a bunch of anime completed danganronpa and still wanna kms lmao. But there are more stories to come! 

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Every. Single. Fucking. Friday.

Every Friday they did this, Dave would draw a dick or two on Karkat's desk and a war would break out between them. Although I'm pretty sure we can all guess who is calmer about it. Karkat would be all screeching and yelling while Dave would retaliate with snarky remarks and a cool composure. The amount of times the neighbours had called the police was ridiculous. Of course the neighbours were only worried. Hearing things smashing and loud screeching isn't the easiest thing to listen to without being seriously concerned for peoples well being, especially to an old couple with fifteen grandkids. Mr and Mrs Zenkeren only wanted the best for the adorable yet somewhat dysfunctional couple next door.

"You're such a fucking asshole!"

"Really, you should call me a dickhead 'cause of the fantastic dick and balls I drew on your work desk."

"Gamzee fucking saw your cunt muffin bullshit and got traumatised! I had to fucking sit and shooshpap him for two hours!"

"So? He should get to know human genitalia. My gaydar beeps fifty times a second whenever he's nearby."

"Well, that- wait what? What's a 'gay-dar'?"

"Omg. I feel it in my heart of hearts that the guy you're friends with is gay."

"That doesn't answer my question but what-the-fuck-ever."

 "Look dude, I'm just saying that Gamzee should learn what they look like he may come into contact with them in future."

"Are you fucking jealous?"

"What? No? Why would you think that? Cool guys don't get jealous," Dave muttered pushing his sunglasses a bit further up his nose, "-besides I already have a dude with a dick. I'm not interested in two."

"ASSHAT." Karkat turned a vibrant red and reprimanded his partner, vigorously waving his arms about.

"Aw shit dude, I hear the police again." Knocking sounded from the door.

"Karkat, Dave? Are you alright my dears?" Mrs Zenkeren calls out.

"Yes Julia, we're chill, just the usual."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I called the police again, I'll tell them it was a mistake then. I made some stew, would you like some?" Dave and Karkat looked at each other quickly before yelling they would be over soon. Mrs Zenkeren made the BEST stew. 

A few hours later they were pleasantly stuffed with the meat stew. All thoughts of arguments flew out of their minds as they collapsed on the love-seat facing the tv. About to fall into a food coma the two fell to their sides, hitting heads but not really caring. That or they were to lazy to say anything.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Flushed for you two. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep." Dave's eyebrows rose as he wrapped his arm around the short troll.

"Maybe we should go to the bedroom for that~" He sang, amused. Karkat's eyes snapped open and an expression that could only be described as 'I'm so completely done with your fucking shit' fell over his face. He hit Dave with a pillow and got up.

"You can sleep on the couch."

"Hey wait! I'm kidding." Dave calls as he trots after his alien boyfriend.

"Whatever... Dickhead."