"Oh," says Karkat. He looks at it, frowning slightly. He's never had a pet. Never really thought about having one. Part of him--the part of him who'd been slowly starving in the arena--wants to kill the thing, skin it, and roast it, but that's stupid, they can eat whatever they want when they're in the capitol, he doesn't have to cull Signless' stupid little fuzzbeast.

He reaches out, gingerly, to touch it, just like Signless had.