[Stop saying "all." Ugh, no, he isn't going to say that. Instead, he'll inspect Dave's work with mock severity, his mouth slightly pinched. This has to be the longest he's ever seen Dave with a smile on his face, and while that's good, it's also wreaking havoc on his ability to not flip his shit everywhere and profess his very-definitely-not pale feelings to this complete shitheel.
The fact that he'd been about to ask Dave's help in tying the bandanna to his arm before being preempted is the mucus on the grubloaf at this point. He's not sure how much more of this he can take.]
It'll do.
[He'd sniff haughtily or something to complete the act, but a) he's not a tool, and b) he made the mistake of looking up again and Dave really has no fucking idea at all, does he? Argh.
Hurriedly, Karkat points out the remnants of their abandoned lawnmeal. Food, right. That thing.]
So, uh. Sandwiches, right? [The fuck kind of name for a food is that, anyway?] What's in them?
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The fact that he'd been about to ask Dave's help in tying the bandanna to his arm before being preempted is the mucus on the grubloaf at this point. He's not sure how much more of this he can take.]
It'll do.
[He'd sniff haughtily or something to complete the act, but a) he's not a tool, and b) he made the mistake of looking up again and Dave really has no fucking idea at all, does he? Argh.
Hurriedly, Karkat points out the remnants of their abandoned lawnmeal. Food, right. That thing.]
So, uh. Sandwiches, right? [The fuck kind of name for a food is that, anyway?] What's in them?