[The troll-gone-human turned to face the walking mound of clothes, a carefully sculpted brow lifting upward. She studied the thin-skinned human for a moment, trying to place where she might have seen this kindly looking boy before. Humans were particularly hard to tell apart -- she'd struggled with the mere four she'd been watching over, after all!]
[But there was something in the pinch of his brow, the way his footsteps had echoed behind her before she had even spoken. And then there was the stunned familiarity, as if he weren't some random battle that she'd indulged in a Fiduspawn battle with.]
[Mixed all together, and there were still a number of conclusions she could have made. Eridan could have been particularly perturbed by the lack of purple in the display. Equius could have spotted a particularly seductive looking horse toy and stormed away.]
[But there was one person she wanted to see, perhaps more than ever. Though she wouldn't allow her thoughts to settle on his face, to even consider hoping, her lips still pushed out his name in a near whisper.]
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[But there was something in the pinch of his brow, the way his footsteps had echoed behind her before she had even spoken. And then there was the stunned familiarity, as if he weren't some random battle that she'd indulged in a Fiduspawn battle with.]
[Mixed all together, and there were still a number of conclusions she could have made. Eridan could have been particularly perturbed by the lack of purple in the display. Equius could have spotted a particularly seductive looking horse toy and stormed away.]
[But there was one person she wanted to see, perhaps more than ever. Though she wouldn't allow her thoughts to settle on his face, to even consider hoping, her lips still pushed out his name in a near whisper.]
Karkat?