"Stab them," Karkat replies, freeing another hank of hair from Sherlock's head. "Slit their throat. Send one of Bert's throwing stars into their vulnerable parts. You're getting special fucking treatment, fuckwaffle, because you're an arrogant know-it-all sack of freeze-dried shit that humiliated Cuthbert and tried to steal Effie's boyfriend."

He adds the last bit in on a whim, although he's pretty sure it's true after what happened at Wesker's party right before all hell broke loose. And Karkat was okay with Effie, really. She reminded him way too much of a less creepy and sweaty Equius with rumblespheres and a pink wig, but she let him live in her suites with Signless and not on his own with the psycho brigade, when she totally could have kicked him out and called him an inter-district spy.

He's working on a sideways mowhawk thing. Like Tavros' hair, only going from ear to eat instead of front to back.