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We Start... NOW!!

((Okay, I'm not working off of much, so I'll make this the best I can.))

Laying in his bed, David felt the cool air float through his bedroom door, reminding him he had a normal life again from saving the world. Dave shook his head, allowing his light blonde hair to softly bounce on his head. Throwing some clothes on, he grabbed his sunglasses almost instantly, concealing his bright ruby red eyes. He glanced at the mirror, smirking at himself wide enough to reveal his pale gray teeth -- which is something that he rarely did -- then ran out of the door of his house.

Hearing the warning bell, Dave savored the sweet high-pitched noise as it rung through his ears. He stopped by his locker, leaning against it casually. He glanced at a whispered noise next to him, noticing Karkat.

(Hold up. What's the plot going to be in this... just want to know before-hand so it won't be awkward in a few comments.)

(Hm. Probably.... like... Dave could... hm. I guess that's pretty straight forward. I guess Karkat has a love-hate relationship with Dave, just by the tone he's giving off around him? (<<< Didn't seem like a question but that was. XD))

(I'll just wing it, if we don't have one!)

(Going to bed, and I love how your text is so straight! Mine... is all weird. o.o)

Dave let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes, which were hidden meticulously behind his glasses. "I didn't say anything," He snapped back, with a surprisingly calm tone, patting himself down. "Anyways," He continued, waving off the fact that Karkat had already verbally insulted him, "You seem like you've had a wonderful morning." He muttered, letting the sarcasm in his voice linger around him before saying anything else. Adjusting his sunglasses, he raised an eyebrow, searching Karkat's eyes as he waited for his nasty response.

(Okay, and thanks!)

Sucking in a deep breath to cover the laugh that was about to burst, Dave chewed the inside of his cheek, swallowing it. He contemplated Karkat, as he practically did a dance before stopping almost immediately after. This kickstarted Dave's laugh once again, as he felt it bubbling up in his throat. "I-I can see that," He responded, his voice faltering as he tried to keep a straight tone. He narrowed his eyes as he noticed a slight red mark on his hand.

(Wh-What? Does Dave know that he's a troll?)

Dave shook his head slowly in a taunting way with a seductive smirk obvious on his face but with his mind still plastered on the red mark he saw on Karkat's hand. Turning to face his locker, he roughly shuffled through the books, knowing he didn't need anything from it in the first place. Pulling away from it, he adjusted his backpack before rumpling Karkat's hair teasingly and sauntering off.