Unspoken Attraction

Karkat carefully managed to get to his feet, all the while not turning his glare from Dave. He shuffled towards where Dave gestured, still not turning his back on the Strider. He didn't trust him.

Dave got the message, the troll did not trust him. He rolled his eyes, not really bothering to watch Karkat bore holes through his skull as he slinked off towards his room. He might have the body of a fourteen year old,though he was technically eighteen, but he acted like he was two years old. Just Dave's luck. He would be stuck baby sitting the biggest pansy on the planet.

Dave's phone buzzed on the table with a message from Bro not long after Karkat disappeared into Dave's room.

Dave grabbed his phone off the table and read the message his brother sent.

'How much cash do you have saved up at the moment? Its important, trust me'

'A few thousand, why?'

'still want a ride of your own?'

'please tell me you werent serious about buying me a fucking pony.'

'Don't be a shit stain. There's a nice truck in the club lot with a sale sign on it and I'm chattin up the owner.' There was a picture attached of a decent looking red truck with what little light there was left outside.

Dave's pulse quickened.

'how much?'

'He's wanting about 8 grand for it. I think I can talk him down to six with how old the car is, but I would need at least 1500 from you. Sound fair?

'this is kinda sudden, man'

'yeah well, you were so eager to volunteer to help take care of Karkat while I was at work, and the duration of his stay, I figured I wouldn't mind dropping four and a half grand getting you a car when I know you had been saving up to get one on your own. I just need to know in the next hour, because that's how long until this guy is leaving'

'not what i was saving up for. dont worry about it'

'what were you saving up for?'

'dont worry about it'

'I will, tell me'

'i gotta go'

'tell me what's more important than getting a car'

Dave turned his phone off.

Karkat returned a few minutes later, still not turning his back on Dave. He had briefly hosted the idea of locking himself in Dave's room, but he had decided he'd rather keep him where he could see him. It also helped that the lock on Dave's door was broken. He sat at the opposite end of the futon, denim clad legs drawn up to his chest, where they were held in place by sweaterclad arms. He continued to Glare at his fellow player.

Dave didn't really look at Karkat, still a bit flustered from his prior interaction with his brother, which would likely wind up with an ass whooping when he got home.

Deeming Dave as much less of a threat than he had originally thought, Karkat let his attention turn to the television instead.

"Not much of a talker, are ya?" Dave side glanced the troll.

Karkat growled at Dave, glaring at him from the side