"I BROUGHT MY PAJAMAS, PILLOWS, AND BLANKETS FOR SLEEPING, EVEN THOUGH WE AREN'T EVEN ON THE SAME MOON... YOU HAVE SNACKS, RIGHT?"
"dude, you dont sleep at a sleepover."
Karkat sets down his pile of pillows and blankets on the futon, frowning.
"BUT IT'S A **SLEEP**OVER."
The slightly-shorter-than-average-height troll sighs, and plops down on the couch, his spikey hair poking out in different directions as his head hits the back of the futon.
"THAT'S THE SHITTIEST NAME IN THE UNIVERSE," he scoffs.
"well, we sleep eventually, but, yknow, not right away. we do sleepover shit first."
"AND WHAT, EXACTLY, IS SLEEPOVER SHIT?"
Dave pauses.
"well, i have popcorn, snacks, movies, we could build a pillow fort, i also bought a basic friendship bracelet kit for 12 year old girls from the craft store..."
He takes out the items from plastic bags as he lists them (except for the pillow fort, of course.)
"YOU PICK."
"bracelets, easily."
He puts the box on the coffee table in front of the couch, and opens it up, pulling out the unnecessary plastic holder. There are lots of beads, ranging sizes, colors, two types of lettering beads, and even wacky shaped ones.
"I DONT EVEN WEAR BRACELETS."
"cmon babe, not even if i make it for you?"
"...BABE?"
Dave pauses. His face quickly flushes a red color.
"haha yeah like platonically and shit. yknow. yeah. uh. anyway, bracelets."
"O..KAY... SO WE JUST. MAKE THEM?"
"for eachother, yeah."
Dave grabs the unopened bag of spicy lime Takis, pulling on either side of the package to open it. He takes one and pops it in his mouth.
"have some if you want," he says, opening up the package of wire-like string from the kit.

Dave made good progress on his bracelet. He wouldn't admit it, but he was trying to put good effort into it so Karkat would like it. It had the weird shapes at the ends, mostly black and white beads in the middle so far, and, though there was no cancer sign bead, there was a 6 and a 9. Heh. 69. Nice, he thought. He was about halfway done.
Karkat, meanwhile, was just finishing picking through the letter beads. He looks over at the Taki bag.
"HM." He reaches his hand over, taking one and putting it in his mouth.
At first, its fine, but after that, the heat hits him. His face heats up and he sweats a little, opening his mouth and letting the Taki drop on the table.
"AH- WHAT THE FUCK?!"
...He does it again.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER SNACKS?" the troll asks, after accumulating a small pile of flavor-sucked Taki's.
"we can make popcorn," the blonde replies as he ties off the end of the string of his bracelet, "but i wanna make a pillow fort first."
"MMKAY." Karkat gets up. His bracelet was basic, so he's been done a while. "HOW DO WE DO THAT."
Dave shrugs, looking up at Karkat. "its just microwave popcorn."
        "NO, THE FUCKING FORT, STRIDER."
    "Hm-? oh, vant-ass," the mentioned troll rolls his eyes. "we need chairs, safety pins, or clips or whatever theyre called, you use them to hang your clothes to dry, clothespins or some shit, uh," he rambles, "lots of blankets and pillows, and yeah, thats about it."
         "CAN WE GET FOOD FIRST?"
     "nah."
          "WHY?"
      "my house, my rules."
           "I THOUGHT THIS WAS AN APARTMENT."
       "...my apartment, my rules."
      Karkat huffs. "OKAY, FINE."

    "Fuck," Dave mumbles as the blanket falls again. "a little help?"
        Karkat laughs a little, with an undertone of harsh amusement to it. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU COULD HANDLE IT."
     "i did not, now shut up and help me."
       Karkat groans as he hefts himself to his feet, and grabs the blanket's corner, holding it up against the chair while Dave clips it in place.
      "thanks," he mutters. "now to fill this bitch full with blankets and pillows and comfy shit."

    Pop!
      "SHIT-!!" Karkat jumps at the first crackle. Dave laughs.
         "jesus, we havent even turned on the horror movie yet and youre already jumping out of your panties."
      "I WAS STARTLED, DIPSHIT." He hesitates for a moment. "...WHY WOULD I WEAR PANTIES?"
        "theyre sexy. why not?"
       Karkat sputters over his words a little. "BECAUSE THEYRE EXPENSIVE, FIRST OF ALL-"
        "-and secondly?"
       Another pause from the troll. Dave's smile lowers a little at that, realizing, but before he could understand this revelation, the troll's loud, raspy voice cuts through his thoughts.
       "THEYRE FEMININE AND STUPID AND WOULDNT EVEN COVER MY BULGE IF IT SLID OUT OF ITS SHEATHE, JEGUS FUCKING CHRIST. DONT GET THE WRONG IDEA."
       "too late. haha." Karkat with panties, he thinks. Wicked. Unbeknownst to him, his face turns red a little. Karkat notices.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
    The microwave's timer goes off, making both of them jump this time.
      "shit- fuck- uh. cool, snack time." He awkwardly reaches around Karkat to open the microwave, instead of asking him to move. He grabs the popcorn bag.
       "movie time," he says.

Karkat rolls his eyes. "DONT SPLIT UP DIPSHITS." He huffs angrily. "I HATE THIS."
"well why didnt you bring any movies, genius?"
"I DIDNT KNOW WE WERE WATCHING MOVIES," another huff from the angry troll. He rests his head on Dave's shoulder, crossing his arms.
The shade-clad boy immediately tenses. His heart flutters a little. This is normal best friend feelings, right? yeah, its gotta be, he thinks. That's why they're best friends. Does Karkat feel the same way? this has to be normal.
"(snz...)"
Strider's panic is interrupted as he hears a soft snore come from Karkat.
"aw," Dave mumbles. He grabs a blanket, pulling it over the two of them, and turns down the tv volume before laying back, and closing his eyes.
Karkat snuggles closer in his sleep. Dave smiles.