“Well if it isn’t Ampora. What a sight for sore ocular globes.” The voice comes from behind the seadweller, curt and to the point, like most of Karkat’s interactions.
When the other decides to face him, the short troll folds his arms across his chest. White eyes staring up at the other while his brows furrowed in mild displeasure, eventually giving his head the smallest tilt as he spoke again.
“If you’re looking for someone in particular, good fucking luck. The most you’ll get out of that experience is a headache. Dream bubbles are geographical nightmares.”