"Go get your stuff," you tell him. "You're moving in here with me."
He protests, you expected him to. "I can't. I'm a slave. I'm a lowblood. It's not right. What will others think?"
You pull him against your chest. "Shhh. It's ok. Who cares what others think? They don't matter."
He sniffles against your chest. "OK."
He returns later with a bag that looks like it's about to fall apart. You raise an eyebrow in question.
"My things," he explains.
"That's it?"
"I'm a slave. We are issued two pairs of pants, one pair of shoes, three shirts, and a tunic."
You shake your head. "That won't do." You wave over another slave. "Damien, go get my seamstress please."
"You know his name?" Karkat asks incredulously.
"Of course. I know all my servants."
"You mean slaves."
"No, I mean servants. Damien has been in my service for over a sweep now. I pay him. I pay anyone who makes it past a sweep here."
Karkat's eyebrows go up.
"I told you I've changed." You hear a knock on the door. "Come in!"
Your personal seamstress lets herself into your room. "Good morning Eridan."
You smile. "Good morning dear. How are you? Did you receive the birthday gift I sent you?"
She smiles. "Yes, thank you. I needed more red fabric for a new skirt. What can I do for you today?"
You gesture to the corner, where Karkat is almost cowering. "He needs a new wardrobe." To him you say, "Karkat, come over here. Kanaya won't bite."
"Kanaya?" he asks in amazement.
"Greetings Karkat," she says. "I've missed you."
"What? How? Huh?"
You allow yourself to chuckle. "I've been collecting our game-members. Everyone is in either my employ of Feferi's. All are well provided for. You were the last one I needed to find."
Karkat ducks his head, old habits die hard after all. "Wow."
Kanaya fusses around him, measuring and poking him. Before she leaves, you say quietly to her, "Keep in mind, I don't intent to let him stay this skinny." She nods, and leaves to busy herself with her work.
You pull Karkat against you, enjoying the feeling of finally having him in your arms.
Kanaya comes back later that day, saying, "I'm not finished, but he needs to wear something."
She fusses around him, making him stand on a stool and try on the garments she made. He refuses to change in front of either of you, and you obediently avert your eyes. He stands on the stool with his arms out and Kanaya beams. He looks good.
She made his clothing in red and silver. It complements the uniform you wear, yet doesn't give the impression that he has more status than he does. It's casual enough for daily wear, but impressive enough to gain him respect, and remind others that he's yours. His sign is on the silver buttons. He stares down at himself, biting his lip.
"Good job," you tell Kanaya. "I think, for starters, if you can make him something completely casual and something formal that will be good."
"I agree," Kanaya says. "Shall I go work on those now?"
"If you like, or tomorrow. On your way out, will you have Aradia come in her please? He needs a haircut."
She nods and leaves. Karkat still looks slightly stunned. You smile and pull him against you again.