2 Works by striderlog
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If there’s one thing Karkat hates to see during a Saturday night dinner rush, it’s Dave Strider’s ugly mug making its way into his kitchen.
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“Hey, I'm home!" Dave called out, carefully setting down the black case that housed all his mixing supplies before recklessly slinging his ratty messenger bag onto the coat hook beside their front door.
He heard grumbling from the kitchen, and that's when the sweet smell wafting through the apartment hit him.
His feet moved on their own towards the kitchen, and he would’ve kept going if Karkat hadn’t come barreling out, arms outstretched to corral Dave towards his bedroom.
“Nope, absolutely not! Sit in your room until I tell you to come out.”
“But–” Dave tried.
“No!”