[... Wicked buff redhead. Is this description supposed to be reassuring, because. Oh, forget it.
Karkat turns his head in the direction Dave is pointing, confident that he should be able to at least spot red hair from this distance. Surely the beanpole would probably have been better suited to this task, but maybe those shades welded to his face are legitimately fucking with his vision and he's too attached to the idea of becoming some kind of fabulous douche centerfold to take them off. Or Karkat just likes making disparaging comments about his best friend in his head for no reason. Whatever.
Either way, a redhead he thinks might be the one Dave's referring to soon crosses his line of sight, and he points, too.]
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Karkat turns his head in the direction Dave is pointing, confident that he should be able to at least spot red hair from this distance. Surely the beanpole would probably have been better suited to this task, but maybe those shades welded to his face are legitimately fucking with his vision and he's too attached to the idea of becoming some kind of fabulous douche centerfold to take them off. Or Karkat just likes making disparaging comments about his best friend in his head for no reason. Whatever.
Either way, a redhead he thinks might be the one Dave's referring to soon crosses his line of sight, and he points, too.]
That her?