BLIND DATE LOG Y'all can thank Corey for this being up

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Characters: The Blind Date People and anyone who wants to stalk the threads, I suppose.
Location: All over Vatheon
Time: Presumably spread out over 3 days
Style: Any!
Status: Semi-open?

[Okay guys here's how it will go down:

♥ Each match-up will have it's own thread. You've also been given time and place prompts, so work with the setting! You're

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KARKAT & DAVE

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Date Place: In the Nostalgia Nook, There's this fascinating little shop called the Hub. It's full of all forms of metalworks-- maybe something will inspire you in there!
Date Time: Midmorning

[ishades]

[ And Dave isn't going to take this date the least bit seriously. He drops the act rather quickly, preoccupied with plans to shake Karkat from the possibility of him gaining confidence. There's no way this is happening. ]

[ So would he have to do... The opposite thing? Act like he likes Karkat? No, that would be too obvious at this point. He could, at the very least, state that hatred is something he's incapable of? Karkat could be just an annoyance! That's a possibility. ]

[ Nonetheless, he continues on with his hands now in his pockets. ]

Go on, check it out. I'm already bored with the place so have at it, bro.

[ishades]

[ ... Well damn. ]

Oh sure, I've got all the time in the world.

[ Snort. He made a funny. ]

[ This place gives Dave the least interest, and he shows such by taking a seat and crossing his arms. Maybe he can sneak away? Something! Being in the same room with Karkat's bad enough. ]

[ishades]

[ PFFFFFFFFF. Oh god. Dave can't resist the snort and brief, silent laughter at the very idea. ]

Our hatedate, huh?

Man, this is so one-sided, it's almost hilarious how pathetic you're being about it.

Why are you even trying?

[ishades]

That wasn't--

[ BLUH! Fuck you, Vantas! Dave does an internal flying finger before he stands up and shoves his hands deeply into his pockets again. ]

Right. Sickles. Yay.

[ EYEROLL. ]

[ishades]

[ GOD. ]

[ POKERFACE. POKERFACE. THIS IS THE MANTRA OF THE DAY, STRIDER. ]

[ Dave sighs and presses a hand to his chest. ]

Gosh, for me? Oh Karkat, you spoil me.

[ Internal translation: GO TO HELL. ]

[ishades]

[ God, what the fuck are you doing?! This is the most boring date he's ever had the pleasure of being forced into. CAN'T HE JUST LEAVE? ]

...

[ He sits down again, placing his cheek onto his hand. ]

That's sounding more tempting the longer this "hatedate" goes. [ He whispers that, and his voice trails off as he imagines knocking Karkat upside the skull with metal parts. ]

[ishades]

[ Another sigh. Great, he really does have to watch what he says, lest Karkat take it the wrong way. Troll hateflirting and romance is just. Irritatingly weird. ]

Get your head out of the gutter. That's not what I meant.

[ishades]

[ He gets up again, following just as Karkat expects. He hopes the more he walks around, the quicker this date will be over with. ]

Oh, just that a near-fatal injury sounds more appealing than spending time with you.

... Wait...

Okay, if you take that as hate-flirting, I'll leave right fucking now.