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"Daaaaaaaave," Karkat groaned. "You've been making beats forever. Pay attention to me now."
Dave smiled at his boyfriend's neediness. It didn't come out very often, but he loved when it did. He would've been happy to drop what he was doing to comfort Karkat, but antagonizing him was always so much more fun.
"Ehhhh. Just a little longer."
"How much longer?"
"Dunno. Few hours?" Dave stifled a laugh when the troll responded with a loud, irritated groan.
"Come onnn, Dave; I miss youu." Never mind the fact that they were sitting right next to each other, Karkat's head on Dave's shoulder, Dave with one headphone off of his ear so he could hear Karkat.
"My music misses me too, Karkles. I can't abandon it. I'm like its father. What kind of father would I be if I just left my kid alone every time my boyfriend was horny?" Karkat sat up and threw a half-hearted punch at Dave's arm, blushing. Dave, of course, took this as his cue to continue.
"Kid's like, 'Hey, Dad, let's play catch!' I'm all, 'Sorry, kiddo, Daddy's gotta go fuck the shit out of your other daddy, who also happens to call me Daddy-' " Another punch.
"I do not call you 'Daddy', you ass-faced fuck! And I'm not horny!" Karkat paused and lowered his voice. "I just want attention."
"Yeahh, some ~special~ attention from my monster don- OOF!" Karkat, tired of Dave's shit, pushed Dave down on the couch, tearing off his headphones with them.
"Would you SHUT UP, STRIDER?"
"You'd have to make me," Dave said, as smug a piece of shit as ever.