"'Tribble' doesn't describe anything," Karkat mutters under his breath. It's exactly the kind of name a species that would call their nutcreature equivalents 'squirrels' would come up with.

"I don't know," he says louder, a bit peevishly. "It's supposed to be a spontaneous offering for the cessation of hostilities, okay? I have no fucking clue what we're supposed to do now. You did a really shitty thing, Terezi! And then I was incredibly shitty back to you! And somehow, despite how shitty I was, you ended up putting yourself between me and a raging clown even though I hadn't done fuckall to deserve it. So yeah, I sent you shit in the arena. I wanted you to stay alive as long as you could!"