its a date
You wondered if he took you seriously. You weren’t sure if you took you seriously. You couldn’t help but re-read his messages over and over the next day, wondering why time seemed a lot less convenient when you were waiting for something to happen. Not that you were super excited or anything. The picture of composure, naturally. (By four o’ clock the next afternoon, you’d changed your clothes at least four times before settling on the first outfit you’d tried on and settled and re-settled on which movie to watch at least triple that. What were you? Twelve?)
You made spaghetti. Did Karkat like spaghetti? You’d never asked. Stop checking your watch, dumpass.