[Karkat accepts the pants and the Org XIII coat with bad grace. Well, the pants aren't too bad, but the coat is pretty goddamn ridiculous looking he's sure.]
Right.
[A pause.]
Er. Stay there.
[He flashes the beam of light to another pile of debris, tosses it back to Nepeta, and feels his way over to it. Like fuck he's stripping off in front of ANYONE. Let alone Nepeta, who'd watch even if she couldn't fucking see it.
He managed to wrestle the pants on okay, but the coat is a bit of a struggle.]
Whoever fucking designed this can crawl back up the mothergrub's unholy fucking sphincter so I can abort them properly, for fuck's sake.