Stephen wasn't limited by the curfew, a fact that he usually tried not to shove in his Tributes' faces. He tried to get back by 11, he really did. However, he'd been out visiting family, and had lost track of time. He pushes open the door to the D6 rooms a little after one, glancing around to see if anyone was still up.
He sees one of the new trolls -- or, well, one of the old trolls, but at the very least a new version, since he's been reassigned to Stephen's district, and it's hard to tell with the stubby-horned ones anyways because there are usually at least two of them -- still awake, playing some kind of game.
"You're up late," he says mildly. Stephen hasn't spoken with Karkat -- any Karkat -- much before. He hadn't had time to do more before the mini-Arena than work out a publicity angle; there had been no room to get to know Karkat socially.
(One last thing Karkat might notice: half-hidden by the glittery suits Stephen Reagan always wears, on one of his wrists, is a plain metal cuff that marks him as someone who has committed an offense against the Capitol.)
B -- let me know if this is all right!
He sees one of the new trolls -- or, well, one of the old trolls, but at the very least a new version, since he's been reassigned to Stephen's district, and it's hard to tell with the stubby-horned ones anyways because there are usually at least two of them -- still awake, playing some kind of game.
"You're up late," he says mildly. Stephen hasn't spoken with Karkat -- any Karkat -- much before. He hadn't had time to do more before the mini-Arena than work out a publicity angle; there had been no room to get to know Karkat socially.
(One last thing Karkat might notice: half-hidden by the glittery suits Stephen Reagan always wears, on one of his wrists, is a plain metal cuff that marks him as someone who has committed an offense against the Capitol.)