Karkat wasn't yet at the level of exhaustion; if tired at all, it was in the emotional way of being tired of dealing with people. At least it provided a change from the atmosphere of the arena, of the constant concern that something may be near that wanted him dead, but that was the only benefit. He wasn't even at the cafe for caffeine. Instead, he'd ordered a hot chocolate--one he very nearly avoided dropping as someone bumped into him.
"Shit--Watch where you're going, pus sucker!" The lid on his cup had stopped a spill, but that didn't keep Karkat from glaring at the man.
Considering his distinctly nonhuman appearance, he probably wasn't the best person to dispel that hallucination idea.
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"Shit--Watch where you're going, pus sucker!" The lid on his cup had stopped a spill, but that didn't keep Karkat from glaring at the man.
Considering his distinctly nonhuman appearance, he probably wasn't the best person to dispel that hallucination idea.