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Dave had thought the insane amount of romantic comedies he and Karkat had watched through the past decade, both from Earth and Alternia, would have prepared them for this moment, but now that he was in the moment, he realized he was very, very wrong. He wasn't sure about Karkat, though the slight panic in the troll's eyes made Dave assume he was in a similar boat, but Dave's hands were clammy. Hell, his whole body felt clammy. And each second his body reminded him what an awkward position he was in, slightly hovering over Karkat on the couch. His right hand and left upper arm were cramping, and his right shin was digging into the metal frame beneath the cushion. But he was here. He was so close. He just had to fucking do it!
Dave took a deep breath to steady himself, then pushed forward confidently. A little too confidently. Teeth clashed. Noses crunched. And while Karkat's teeth weren't nearly as sharp as some of the other trolls', Dave still felt blood well to the surface where one of his teeth had pinched it.
The pair sat there together for a few moments. Faces still squashed together, not doing anything, certainly not kissing. Dave allowed his head to tilt forward and rest his forehead on Karkat's.
He wasn't sure who started laughing, first a quiet chuckle then full blown glee, but the other soon joined in.
Dave pushed himself off of Karkat and flopped back into the couch. "The only way that could have been better," he said, "is if we both had braces to get caught together and have to get our moms to take us to the orthodontist, overseer of all teenage mistakes."
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE BRACES?" Karkat asked.
Dave just smiled and shrugged, which Karkat accepted. Karkat had turned full body toward Dave, his face resting against the back of the couch as he stared up at him.
Dave rubbed his nose, more at the comedy than for any lingering pain. "So," he said, tilting his head slightly toward Karkat. "Want to try again?"
Karkat reached up and grabbed the collar of Dave's shirt and jerked him downard, catching his lips with his own.
There was still a clash of teeth, but less.
Their noses did not quite get in the way.
And they had plenty of time to perfect their technique.