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You love listening to Dave go on about things he's excited about. Sure, you tease him a little when he gets off on a tangent and then forgets what he's talking about or you might push for him to get to the point when he's just aimlessly spewing words at you. But when he's happy and comfortable and just talking because he likes to tell you things and he likes what he's talking about? That's your shit.
Well. He's not actually talking to you at this exact moment, but you're standing next to him while he tells some classmate of his, Cecilia, about his family's cats. You've never met her before tonight but she seems nice enough. She'd initially kind of seemed like she was flirting with Dave but she'd stopped that as soon as you'd come over and Dave had introduced you as his boyfriend (that was still new and exciting and you melted a little whenever Dave called you that and you kind of hoped it never stopped feeling like that?).
She still seems extremely interested in what Dave is going off about and honestly, you can't blame her. You've met all the cats (even the ancient and elusive Cryptid, take THAT everyone) but the way Dave talks about them is always amusing.
"Do you still have all the same cats from when you were a kid?"
"Oh, naw. Like obviously some of the cats have died before, y'know? There's a whole mausoleum in the backyard. Well. A whole mausoleum with two cats. Rest in peace Jaspers and Frigglish. I hope they are having fun in kitty heaven. If that's even a thing. Do you think that's a thing? They probably just get to get up on counters and scratch all the couches they want. Absolute fucking paradise. We don't really make them stay off the counters though we just clean stuff up and make sure there's no food laying around. Dr. Spengler- that's one of the cats, not a real doctor. Or he might be a real doctor but not a human one I don't think anyone would let him practice medicine. He likes to try to eat everything. Stole a Dorito right out of my hand once it was kind of impressive."
"So how many do you have right now?"
Dave pauses for a moment. "How many Doritos?"
Cecilia laughs. "Cats."
"Oh! Six. There's six right now. I think? Mom just got two new cats, Albion and Calypso. She got Albion from a coworker whose cat had kittens but Calypso kind of just showed up? No idea where she got her. She's kind of crosseyed it's really cute. Apparently cats can be born cross-eyed there's nothing wrong with her or anything. She's just-"
"Oh my god." Some guy you've never seen before whips around and scowls in Dave's direction. "Can you shut the fuck up? Nobody gives a shit about your stupid cats, you’re just being annoying."
Dave immediately snaps his mouth shut.
"Wow, what's your problem?" You very much echo Cecilia's sentiment.
"Get the fuck out."
Douchebag looks you up and down for a moment before laughing. "Excuse me?"
"I said get the fuck out, chicken dick. Does anyone even know who you are?"
You see Dave stepping closer to you out of the corner of your eye, feel him slide his hand into yours. "It's fine, babe."
"It absolutely is not fine. He probably just tagged along with someone so he could sit here and mooch off Terezi's alcohol. He can leave."
"This isn't even your place. I'm not going anywhere."
You pull out your phone and snap a picture of him, with the flash on so it blinds his rude ass. It's a shitty fucking picture because you stumble a little with your phone since Dave has one of your hands. "Terezi!" you shout. "I got another one for your Wall of Shame!"
"Oh shit." Dave finally sounds kind of amused, rather than nervous or stressed out. "You fucked up man, the Wall of Shame is no joke."
Terezi appears out of nowhere, as you knew she would. She may let random assholes into her apartment but she also lets you veto them. She has a whole corkboard full of shitty photos of people who you, Dave, Roxy, or another one of your friends booted. You think she might actually invite people she doesn't like sometimes just so she can add them to the board but she has admitted to nothing.
"Where is the defendant, Karkat?"
You nudge her in the guy's direction. She looks far too pleased with herself as she pokes him with her cane. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"What the-"
"Guilty as charged!" she shouts. "You are sentenced to never coming to my parties again for the rest of forever. Your sentence begins immediately. No chance of parole, no appeals."
He looks absolutely incredulous. "You're kicking me out because what, this asshole said so?"
"I said no appeals." Terezi pokes him with her cane again, this time in the back. "Out."
"You're all lunatics anyway." He motions for a couple people to follow him and then he's quickly making his way out of the apartment before Terezi can get him with her cane again.
"Who even was that?" Terezi asks.
"You really need to stop just letting anyone and everyone in here."
"But then who would we fill the Wall of Shame with?"
"Whatever."
Dave does not continue his assessment of Calypso and her adorable crossed eyes or start regaling you all with the rare sitings of Cryptid (rare for most people, Dave and his mom AND YOU see that cat all the time). He just rubs his thumb absent-mindedly along the back of your hand. Even when Cecilia asks him what the other cat's names are, he doesn't start back up again. She seems to get that he doesn't want to talk anymore and tells him she'll talk to him later before heading off toward the kitchen.
"Me and Dave are hijacking your room for a bit," you tell Terezi.
"Ooooh. Make sure you change the sheets if you're going to get up to any delinquency."
You know she's just joking. "The only one who does delinquent shit here is you. We're just gonna hang out for a bit."
She cackles. "All yours, go ahead."
Dave tugs on your hand and you leave Terezi to continue doing whatever it is she'd been doing before. The two of you go into Terezi's room and Dave flops down onto the bed. It's actually made for once. Wow.
"...Was Cecilia flirting with me before you showed up?"
"She absolutely was."
"Huh. I thought she just had like. Personal space issues." He holds his arms straight out and makes grabby hands at you. "Speaking of that, come here."
You roll your eyes at that abysmal segue but happily get onto the bed as well, letting him pull you down on top of him. “You don’t have to shut up just because some dolt tells you to, you know.”
“I know.”
“You’re not annoying.”
Dave laughs. “Ah yeah?”
“Not actually. You know that.”
He hums. “So you’re totally cool if I give you a drunk history of Snoop?”
You groan. “You and me both know I’ve already heard that one a million times, that you’re not even drunk right now, and that yes, I would absolutely sit here and listen to it yet again anyway.”
He sighs dramatically. You can’t actually see his face, since your face is mostly smooshed against his shoulder, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Well, we can’t have me doin’ a drunk history if I’m not even drunk.”
“The worst idea you’ve ever had, honestly. What were you thinking when you suggested that?”
“Wasn’t. Think it’s your turn with the brain cell.”
“Well take it back then and come up with something else to talk about.”
He shifts, nudging you as he does so, so that you’re both laying on your sides. You’re almost nose to nose and attempting to look at him is making you go almost as cross-eyed as his mom’s new cat. He pushes some hair off your face and then oh. The kissing thing is also new and exciting and he must have actually taken that brain cell away somehow because you don’t even give a second thought to the fact that you’re making out in Terezi’s room.
He pulls back briefly and laughs when you attempt to follow his mouth with yours to continue the kiss. “Yeah, I thought this was a better idea than talking.”
(You do not actually do anything that would cause you to have to change the sheets, it was still not either of your fucking beds, thank you very much.)