[Karkat's expression changes to something unreadable. More dangerously serious than actually angry.]
I wouldn't rip your horn off. And why is it always a quadrant? First you got mad at me and said you weren't pale for me now you're saying you're not black for me. Next is it ashen or red?
[He grabs at Sollux's hands softly, a gentler touch than ever imagined from the ragey troll.]
Calm the fuck down so I can trust to try to get off of you without getting kneed in the bulge.
[His demeanor is different, not even angry, just different.]