#dave writes

“Draco stop it!” Iris huffed, swatting their hands away. “I’m fine! I don’t need to be mother henned.”

“No,” they sigh, “I’m turning off your alarm and you’re getting some real rest, flower.”

Iris simply puffed out her cheeks, glaring at the Elder Demon. She didn’t really have an argument to make that they wouldn’t be able to verbally parry so she left the argument carry on with her cold glare.

“What’s with the look?” They raised an eyebrow.

“I hate you.”

“You’ll be thankful later, even if you have too much pride to actually be like-” Draco put on a high-pitched voice that was supposed to be a poor mockery of Iris’ tone- “oh thank you Draco! I totally forget to take care of myself! What would I ever do witho-”

Iris punched them in the gut.

“-ow. What was that for?”

“I don’t sound like that.”

“You do a little bit.”

“No.”

“Teeny tiny bit.”

“No.” Iris repeated with a huff.

“Stop being so stiff all the time flowers, you need to relax just as much as you need to relax. Just because we’re demons does not mean we don’t get wrinkles or grey hair.”

“Like you?” Iris huffed, elbowing Draconem in the side causing the Elder Demon to whine.

“I do not have wrinkles!”

“Really?” Iris raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Then what’s that I see on your face?”

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><><><><><><Dave sits on his bed, eyes wandering the pages of the books laid out in front of him, not really bothering to read. 

There’s a knock at the door, a familiar one. 

“Come on in, Karkat.”

The door squeaked open and closed behind him. Dave felt the bed dip next to him. 

“Dave… Can you please come out of here?”

Dave sighed and shut the book, looking at Karkat. His shades were next to the book on the bed. 

“Please don’t make me socialize.” Dave whined and sprawled himself across Karkat’s lap.

“Dave, its your fucking wriggling day, you have to come out.”

Dave let out a whine and pulled on the hem of Karkat’s sweater, “do I have to?”

“Yes.”

He huffed a breath.

“Please, Dave?”

“Will you…. Give me something in return?” Dave smirked up at the small troll.

Karkat huffed at this yet still leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the boy’s lips. As he went to lean away, Dave gently grabbed the back of his neck, bringing their lips back together. A few minutes later they broke apart.

“Mmm, thanks, Karkles.”

Karkat huffed a laugh in response and took the boy’s hand, leading him out to the celebrations. 

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