Feferi tossed her head and threw her hair out of her face, narrowing her eyes at Karkat slightly. She felt the faintest twinge of something that might have been guilt. He wasn't wrong when he said it was time to be serious...

Fef rolled her eyes when he turned his back toward her, fingercombing her hair back and beginning to twist it into a single thick braid. Feferi never TRIED to be cute. Feferi was the fucking cutest. If there was am empire of cute, she would be empress. She watched his back, considering the merits of nailing him a good one, but decided against it as she finished off her braid and tucked the end of it into her mouth to free up both hands for searching in her bag for a spare hair tie.

While she finished with her hair, Fef fixated on her resentment for Karkat's interference. Just from his throw and how easily she had taken him down, she knew she was a better grappler than he was. Probably she was better at fighting all around than him.

He'd told her she wasn't cute, called her a fuckface. Who died and made him leader? Feferi allowed herself a few seconds to glare daggers at his back, then inhaled and exhaled deeply before rolling her shoulders back and plastering a smile back on her face as she looked around for something to vent her bad mood on.