[Kyle pulls on his nightshirt before he lays down. He knows it's early, but his body doesn't give a shit. He suspects he'll have an off kilter sleep schedule for quite some time.
He wraps himself around Karkat. How is he the perfect size?]
Okay. Uhm. I'm not glad I died, but I'm glad it caused this.
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He wraps himself around Karkat. How is he the perfect size?]
Okay. Uhm. I'm not glad I died, but I'm glad it caused this.