[Over seven months getting thanked regularly for things he never thinks to be thanked for, and Dave still hasn't quite found a way to land comfortably on the proper response. He just sinks, warm and surprised, into the hug and tries to find a way to sound cool about his complete uncoolness.]

Yeah. Happy birthday.

[It's kind of public, but he gathers Karkat up anyway and settles against the tree again, comfy.]

I can do it in back or split stitch, too, but my chain stitch is still pretty shit. And don't even ask me about the fancy kinds or knots and shit, I haven't gotten to those yet. But the farm lady let me borrow her thingie hoop and showed me what I was doing wrong when I fucked up the first couple times, so I gotta thank her later.

[He rubs his nose in Karkat's hair, then smiles into it so Karkat can't see.]

Maybe I'll do up a cape for you when the weather's cooler. Just get you dicks and daisies all over it, it'll be great.