[Like Davesprite, this little troll can be found passed the fuck out after the night's travel, curled up as comfortably as he can in a deep purple sleeping bag. To be more accurate, he's almost comically enveloped in it; the only really visible parts of him are a lock of wild dark hair and a single horn. The edge of a blanket peeks out from inside too, but it's not enough to discern any sort of pattern besides also space.]
[The more crowded the house becomes, the less likely he is to be found actively asleep; at some point, he hauls himself awake and begins poking through the room for anything usable. His hair is a fucking disaster, but he seems to neither notice nor care. More of the blanket is visible too; it depicts a solar system that contains, among other things, what looks like a red giant and a planet with one green moon and one pink.]
B
[If trolls have pancakes, they are 1) absolutely not called pancakes and 2) probably contain enough insect parts and/or other fucking bizarre ingredients as to be completely unrecognizable to their Earth counterparts. Consequently, while Karkat does settle down sssssssssomewhere (up to you??) to consume these delicacies, it's clear from the vaguely perplexed expression on his face that he's not one hundred percent sure what to make of them.]
[Occasionally, he will reach out with his spork (AKA the one utensil he's managed to pick up) to lightly poke at one. He may also be sniffing occasionally because the scent is goddamn everywhere and, seriously, what are these things made of?]
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[Like Davesprite, this little troll can be found passed the fuck out after the night's travel, curled up as comfortably as he can in a deep purple sleeping bag. To be more accurate, he's almost comically enveloped in it; the only really visible parts of him are a lock of wild dark hair and a single horn. The edge of a blanket peeks out from inside too, but it's not enough to discern any sort of pattern besides also space.]
[The more crowded the house becomes, the less likely he is to be found actively asleep; at some point, he hauls himself awake and begins poking through the room for anything usable. His hair is a fucking disaster, but he seems to neither notice nor care. More of the blanket is visible too; it depicts a solar system that contains, among other things, what looks like a red giant and a planet with one green moon and one pink.]
B
[If trolls have pancakes, they are 1) absolutely not called pancakes and 2) probably contain enough insect parts and/or other fucking bizarre ingredients as to be completely unrecognizable to their Earth counterparts. Consequently, while Karkat does settle down sssssssssomewhere (
up to you??) to consume these delicacies, it's clear from the vaguely perplexed expression on his face that he's not one hundred percent sure what to make of them.][Occasionally, he will reach out with his spork (AKA the one utensil he's managed to pick up) to lightly poke at one. He may also be sniffing occasionally because the scent is goddamn everywhere and, seriously, what are these things made of?]