[Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Although in this case, the devil is a devilishly smooth black centaur, who trots around the corner and sees them, then comes over with a grin on his face.]

Well, hello there, handsome stranger. And who might you be, that you are wasting time with this poor excuse for a suitor?

[One back hoof rises and kicks some dirt in Karkat's direction while Equius' human half drops into a sweeping bow at the six-limbed young man.]