Being snatched up gave Karkat flashbacks to some of his grubhood fears of being found out for his mutation. There was nothing scarier than the thought of Imperial Drones breaking down the entrance to one's hive to be taken to the culling fields. Of course he panicked. Who wouldn't panic? That sort of panic even continued when thrown into that room. Karkat wasn't hyperventilating or anything of the sort. Maybe breathing a little heavy and, well. Jittery. If his hands had been free, he would likely have been torn between clawing someone's eyes out and begging to just be let go.
The rations? That shit was better than what he, Rose, Terezi, and Dave had all been making the last three years. What do you expect when you give the power to create just about any food combination under the sun to teenagers? It still gave him time to clear his head. If these assholes were hellbent on killing him, then they certainly wouldn't be feeding him. Karkat didn't know much about other aliens, but a proper Troll didn't waste time with all of this - unless said fool was going to be made an example of. God... He hoped that wasn't the case.
Being sat down and restrained, he pondered if he would be able to shoot the chair in his fetch modus out to hit one of the bulgebiters in the face. Likely not... Karkat didn't have John's luck nor sylladex type. His eyes wander the room, features turning back to more irritation than that of one fearful of his life. Karkat was scared, really. He didn't know what to expect. Wasn't sure what they would do to him. These guys were not Trolls. No Drones or subjuggulators would pry whatever they could from the little mutant.
Karkat was still tense even as the others left the room. There was no sense in bothering with the cuffs as there was no way to break them. Karkat wasn't a highblood. STRENGTH wasn't his thing. All Karkat could do was glare daggers at the merc in front of him. Focus and channel every other lingering emotion into anger. It wasn't hard when he realized that it was an interrogation. Of sorts.
"You kept my sorry ass in that room for over twenty-four hours just to ask me some goddamn questions? Are you out of your globetickling mind? Did it ever occur to you guys to just ask instead of grabbing some kid off of the street? Or is that a fetish of yours? I wouldn't put it passed anyone here, from what I've seen thus far. Then again maybe you're just the all brawn and no fucking brain type..."
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The rations? That shit was better than what he, Rose, Terezi, and Dave had all been making the last three years. What do you expect when you give the power to create just about any food combination under the sun to teenagers? It still gave him time to clear his head. If these assholes were hellbent on killing him, then they certainly wouldn't be feeding him. Karkat didn't know much about other aliens, but a proper Troll didn't waste time with all of this - unless said fool was going to be made an example of. God... He hoped that wasn't the case.
Being sat down and restrained, he pondered if he would be able to shoot the chair in his fetch modus out to hit one of the bulgebiters in the face. Likely not... Karkat didn't have John's luck nor sylladex type. His eyes wander the room, features turning back to more irritation than that of one fearful of his life. Karkat was scared, really. He didn't know what to expect. Wasn't sure what they would do to him. These guys were not Trolls. No Drones or subjuggulators would pry whatever they could from the little mutant.
Karkat was still tense even as the others left the room. There was no sense in bothering with the cuffs as there was no way to break them. Karkat wasn't a highblood. STRENGTH wasn't his thing. All Karkat could do was glare daggers at the merc in front of him. Focus and channel every other lingering emotion into anger. It wasn't hard when he realized that it was an interrogation. Of sorts.
"You kept my sorry ass in that room for over twenty-four hours just to ask me some goddamn questions? Are you out of your globetickling mind? Did it ever occur to you guys to just ask instead of grabbing some kid off of the street? Or is that a fetish of yours? I wouldn't put it passed anyone here, from what I've seen thus far. Then again maybe you're just the all brawn and no fucking brain type..."