It had been three years and sleep STILL didn’t come easy.
Karkat stared up into the blackness of the Furthest Ring, trying to see if he could ease his mind about the group’s upcoming arrival to the next session. He was failing miserably. He grumbled softly as he sat up straight, rubbing the back of his neck.
He looked at the troll sleeping next to him.
Terezi was resting on the length of her dragon cape, which was bundled up into a make-shift pillow. She was snoring lightly. There was a bottle of Faygo resting on its side between her and Karkat. She was still without pants.
Karkat looked at both the bottle and Terez