Well, shit. Dammit, Past Dave, learn how to think things through before locking Future Daves into interminable torment, please and T.Y. Hugs and snugs, you irresistible piece of ass, your broself, Present Dave.
[He loosens his arms from around Karkat for just a moment, and only to clap once behind his back before returning, though he does not attempt to eat Karkat's head with his neck this time. Piously, he remarks:]
High five.
[Did he really--yup, looks like he did just high-five himself to close his salutation. Dave leans back so they can look at each other properly without breaking the hug and fiddles idly with a fold in the back of Karkat's shirt.]
So you like it?
[Not that he hasn't spent the last five comments declaring as much himself, but Dave hasn't heard it from Karkat yet, and he wants to...you know, know. He wants to hear it aloud, make sure he really did right by him.
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[He loosens his arms from around Karkat for just a moment, and only to clap once behind his back before returning, though he does not attempt to eat Karkat's head with his neck this time. Piously, he remarks:]
High five.
[Did he really--yup, looks like he did just high-five himself to close his salutation. Dave leans back so they can look at each other properly without breaking the hug and fiddles idly with a fold in the back of Karkat's shirt.]
So you like it?
[Not that he hasn't spent the last five comments declaring as much himself, but Dave hasn't heard it from Karkat yet, and he wants to...you know, know. He wants to hear it aloud, make sure he really did right by him.
In other words, validate meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.]