DAVE: this is so sick does she even know youre doing this KARKAT: DOING WHAT?? DAVE: splitting up her time in a grid for your stupid rotating hate date plan KARKAT: SHE WILL SOON ENOUGH. DAVE: what a presumptuous sack of shit put the pen down KARKAT: NO, I'M DRAWING. DAVE: step away from your dumb ugly scribble grid KARKAT: GET LOST. DAVE: youre messing up roses book KARKAT: YOU SMELL BAD. DAVE: dont talk to me about rank smells DAVE: you are the fuckin big man of smellin bad DAVE: you dominate the paint with your stonk KARKAT: MY LUSUS BROUGHT THINGS HOME THAT SMELLED MORE APPEALING THAN YOU. KARKAT: IMPORTANT FACT: 100% OF WHAT HE BROUGHT HOME WAS EITHER A DEAD ANIMAL, OR LITERAL FECES. DAVE: oh yeah well check it out: DAVE: you smell like if someone took a dump on a butt KARKAT: HOW CAN SHE STAND YOU WITH HER SENSITIVE NOSE? KARKAT: HAVE YOU EVER EVEN WASHED THAT RIDICULOUS OUTFIT? DAVE: theyre magic fucking pajamas they stay like perma clean or something DAVE: theyre enchanted and comfy as fuck give me the pen KARKAT: NO, IT'S MINE NOW. I'M KEEPING IT ON PRINCIPLE.