[Karkat had been sitting at Gryffindor table attempting to block his ears from the horrible sounds of the rap battle. He had to put up with it almost daily in the 3rd year boy's dorm, why should he have to put up with it in the Great Hall.
And then Dave took the low blow.
Karkat saw red. Even he knew about Tavros's adoration for Peter Pan and though he thought it was childish, he understood the need for something or someone to cling to. He stood from his seat with his hands on the table, looking like he was going to launch himself at his dormmate.
Which happened. For someone as short as Karkat it took him little time to leap the length of Gryffindor table and over to the other side where Dave was, taking hold of him by the scruff of his robes and hitting him with all the strength he could muster in his free hand.]
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And then Dave took the low blow.
Karkat saw red. Even he knew about Tavros's adoration for Peter Pan and though he thought it was childish, he understood the need for something or someone to cling to. He stood from his seat with his hands on the table, looking like he was going to launch himself at his dormmate.
Which happened. For someone as short as Karkat it took him little time to leap the length of Gryffindor table and over to the other side where Dave was, taking hold of him by the scruff of his robes and hitting him with all the strength he could muster in his free hand.]
YOU. FUCKING. ASSHOLE.