Be Dave:

Is that- yes, it definately is. Even from the back, theres no mistaking Karkat. You adjust your signature shades, the same one's you've worn since John sent them on your 13th birthday. It's a purely aesthetic gesture, they obviously didn't need to be moved at all. Your bright red scarf is a sure sign of the cold winter weather outside, the rest of your clothing consists of a nice, custom made black suit. You are famous now, and rich. You can wear whatever the fuck you want. You enter the shop after a moment of assessing the familiar figure, and casually walk up to him and take a seat across from Vantas, as if you were expecting to meet him here.