((btw I’m going with indigo-Equius, purple-Gamzee, violet-Eridan.))
"Dude," someone mutters against his neck. "Dude, your communicator is beeping."
Karkat blinks away the afterimage of his dreams -- some boring cliché horsebeastshit about wading through a mess of alien larvae during a mission. It's dark in the recuperacoon, but a faint greenish glow comes from outside.
The slime isn't great, but better than they get in the barracks; it would be easy to sink back into its embrace...
He doesn't care about the dream (terrified pupae, gore squelching under the tread of his combat boots) and he does vaguely want to find out if the other troll pressed against his side would let him sink into his arms again (maybe his nook, even, shit, that part of yesterday was good.) Hey, the guy didn't steal Karkat's wallet or cull him during the day, Karkat likes his odds.
"Dude," the man mumbles, eyes entirely closed, and disappears under the surface with a quiet glop. His horns emerge from the orange up, two windswept, rolling curves that Karkat is almost (vaguely, entirely) sure he had his hands on at some point...
Karkat grabs the edge with both hands and fits his feet in the holds and executes a smooth-as-hell roll through the round opening.
(He lands on his heels and stumbles back, but the wall of the recuperacoon breaks his fall before he can get very far.)
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