dave/karkat/terezi, or if that's cheating cause you already did dave/karkat, then just dave/terezi
Dave/Karkat/Terezi is an exercise in pissing off Karkat.
Dave/Terezi is actually kind of romantic if you imagine them growing old together as married artists. You know the kind: out on the street doing performances one day, painting buildings the next, discussing their agenda over burned toast and strawberry jam and having moments of “did you use my coffee mug for paint water” “D1D YOU W34R MY SK1NNY J34NS TO TH3 CLUB L4ST N1GHT?” “fine lets call it even.”
On Thursday nights they play D&D and drink until they pass out on top of their dice. Terezi occassionally wears her dragon suit while doing this, though only because Dave bribes her not to wear it every time.
They live in a studio apartment with concrete floors and bright red shag carpeting in the bedroom, lifesize puppets hanging out on the couch in the livingroom and chalk drawings on all the walls. They leave memos to each other on rainbow coloured sticky notes and their supply of surface disinfectant is endless because Dave doesn’t want her catching a cold after licking the counter for whatever reason. He doesn’t question it anymore.
Basically they’d let their weird hang out in every way.
