[Fashion is stupid. This is an immutable fact which he is stating for the record. Unfortunately for Karkat, he's gotten stuck dealing with it on a daily basis because guess what, PokéDollars don't grow on trees. There's no other conceivable reason why he'd be stomping through the women's clothing section with an armful of unworthy garments to place back on the racks, and that's what he's doing when he hears, seemingly out of nowhere, some random customer asking for help with...]
[He stops in his tracks.]
["Coordinating an outfit," that's one thing. He wouldn't give a shit if it were just that. "Human epidermis," though, is something else altogether (it's been a year and his reflection still startles him), and that—that precise wording, the voice, the care she takes with every syllable, it's...]
[He turns his head slowly to look at her, jaw dropping because it's never not fucking weird to see familiar features put through a goddamn filter to be all pink and hornless. Is that actually her? Because—]
depaato de ALSO HI I'M LATE AF I'M SORRY
[He stops in his tracks.]
["Coordinating an outfit," that's one thing. He wouldn't give a shit if it were just that. "Human epidermis," though, is something else altogether (it's been a year and his reflection still startles him), and that—that precise wording, the voice, the care she takes with every syllable, it's...]
[He turns his head slowly to look at her, jaw dropping because it's never not fucking weird to see familiar features put through a goddamn filter to be all pink and hornless. Is that actually her? Because—]
... Kanaya?
[(He's missed her so much.)]