With a flourish, you sarcastically gesture to the small room you usually sleep in by yourself, in the Knight barracks. Small and stuffy, but not as bad as the Page allocations, at least. A bunk bed stands in one corner, and only the bottom bunk has blankets on it.

"Here you go, Prospitian. I'm sure this doesn't hold a candle to your planet's splendor." You snicker and close the door, letting him drop his suitcase on the floor. He only replies with an annoyed grunt.

“So…Karkat, was it? What’s your first impression of Derse?” You ask, sitting on your bunk bed as he fiddles with the lock on his suitcases. “I think it’s a shit planet colored in the most eyesore shade of purple I’ve ever seen in my life, and with the most annoying people to match.” He replies, glaring at you. “But it’s not any worse than Prospit when it comes to underhanded tactics to keep the people at bay. Derse is just more open about it.” He hesitates, seeming to realize he let his mouth run free and said too much. “Whatever. I just want to unpack my things and go back to doing my job.”