[Text] ♉ Summoner: "Appease the drone."

[rebull]

oKAY vATHEON,
sO MY NERVES ARE WRACKED,
aNY SUGGEST1ONS TO HELP A GUY RELAX?
pREFERABLY TH1NGS YOU CAN DO OUTDOORS,
bECAUSE THERE REALLY 1S NOT STRUCTURE HERE THAT CAN HANDLE MY RACK.
1DEAS?

[BAM - FILTER: To anyone above the age of 18 Earth years / 9 Alternian sweeps.]

bES1DES NOOK HUNT1NG,
bECAUSE THAT'S WHAT TH1S POST 1S NOW ABOUT.
sER1OUSLY,
1 DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW ALL OF YOU CAN GET ALONG SO GREY,
bUT 1 REALLY NEED SOME COLOR 1N MY L1FE.
mY GOAL POSTS ARE W1DE OPEN FOR SOME K1ND OF ACT1ON.
jUST PUTT1NG 1T OUT THERE.
nOT TO MENT1ON...
mY CUR1OS1TY.
uH,
yOU KNOW, aBOUT OTHER SPEC1ES AND THE L1KE.
cOME ON, yOU OTHER TROLLS CAN'T TELL ME YOU'RE NOT CUR1OUS AT ALL.
};)
bUT YEAH, uH, hOT AND HEAVY HORN HANDL1NG 1S DEF1N1TELY SOMETH1NG 1 NEED 1N MY L1FE.
jsyk.

[Kinda laughing his ass off here, but he is pretty serious.]

Comments

I thrive on it.

[420]

Huh?

[He glances up, peering at Darkleer.]

What do you all mean by that?

Like you thrive on horrible puns?

[aim_exorable]

It...

[Fiddlesticks.]

It was nothing. Just a slip of tongue.

They are not horribubble.

[420]

You sure?

I bereef they are atrofish

[aim_exorable]

[A sigh.]

I... I suppose it was to be an explanation of why I address you as I do.

I fink you need to conchider my feelings here

[420]

Order all that fuckin' important to you, bro, that you'd up and be making a motherfucker get his sad on for it?

[aim_exorable]

...I have done such before.

[His hands go still, and he's simply left with one palm up, nothing more than a platform for Gamzee's.]

[420]

[He sighs, before squeezing Darkleer's gigantic hand.]

Should not all be doing that, brother. Ain't fuckin'worth it. Not for that.

[aim_exorable]

[For a moment, Darkleer's shoulders sag.]

It's what I was made for. Without my title, without my duties, I don't know what...

[He shakes his head and straightens up, taking a step back.]

It's nothing. I apologize for prattling on.

[420]

It is something.

[Gamzee scrunches up his face for a moment, looking up at him.]

I don't get it. I don't fuckin' get you. If you ain't all got your title, get a new one. If you ain't got shit to do, find new things. It ain't the end of nothing.

You already got yourself all a new fuckin' title, yeah? Equius done told me. I'm all being like sure you will up and find new shit to be doing too if you just chill a little and wait for it. That's how motherfuckin' miracle work, aight?

[aim_exorable]

...You're still very young. [Very hesitantly, he reaches over and lays his hand on Gamzee's head.] Such things are not as simple as that.

[420]

They can be here.

[hmm headpats. He likes those.]

We all got us a new fuckin' chance at stuff here. Why ain't you all take it?

[aim_exorable]

[Just an echo-]

You're still very young.

[Sighing, he pulls away.]

It's not that simple, and I'm not sure I want it to be.

[...Wait. Fuck.]

[420]

Why not?

[His hand shoots out to catch Darkleer's shirt before he can leave. Not that he could really stop him, but the sentiment is there.]

I all wanna help you get your glad on. But you up and gotta let me do that, motherfucker.

[aim_exorable]

That... That is generous of you, but I don't need any help with anything. I do not want it because I believe this is what I deserve-

[Darkleer stiffens up, but he can't stop himself.]

-because no matter what side I look to, I have already failed by not finishing my duty or by not letting the Signless live and escape-

[He tries to force his jaw shut, and already one of his hands is rising to try and cover his mouth. But the words still come, even if muffled.]

-and I still don't know what is right or wrong anymore, it shouldn't have taken so much out of myself to end some mutant-blooded traitor but what if-

[CRASH]

[That is his fist. Through the wall. Straight through to the other side, leaving dust to gather in the air and some pieces falling to the ground. Even with his shades in the way, it's clear that Dakleer's eyes are wide as he stares at nothing in particular.]

[420]

[Surprisingly, Gamzee doesn't jump from the sudden punch. Maybe his fright reaction is just getting over-ruled by his want to calm the adult in front of him down.

Leaning up onto his toes, he reaches up, resting his hand on either side of Darkleer's face, patting it a little awkwardly. He was usually the one depending on calming touches, not the one supplying them, but he was willing to give it a shot.]

Shoosh, motherfucker. You're okay, aight? You be chill. Shoosh.

[aim_exorable]

[There's a slight recoil, but Darkleer doesn't move his hand away from his face. Instead, he opts for a shake of his head.]

[No, he's not okay.]

[420]

[Well then, Gamzee is going to continue patting his cheeks. Man, if only he was a bit taller to he could reach more easily. Darkleer is kind of crazy tall.]

You gonna be. Just all gotta let yourself up and fuckin' be.

[aim_exorable]

[Another shake of his head, and then he's dislodging his hand from the wall so that he can carefully, carefully push Gamzee away.]

[420]

[When Darkleer tries to push him away, Gamzee latches onto his wrist instead, definitely not looking like he is gonna leave. So the shooshing ain't working, huh? Well, maybe something else.]

Ugh. No, you gotta-- [Latching on a little tighter] Just sit the fuck down and fuckin' listen to me already.

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer's expression is hard to read, thanks to his combined sunglasses and the hand near his face, but then he's sinking to the ground with a heavy thnk.]

[No guarantees on the listening, however.]

[420]

Good. Aight.

[Gamzee runs his fingers through his hair for a moment, pondering. He is not really good at his.]

You... you made a mistake, motherfucker. That be all you did. and I ain't all gonna be up and like it weren't you or you weren't be meaning to or some musclebeast shit like that. You did what you fuckin' done.

But... but just cause you all fucked up once, ain't gonna mean there ain't no motherfuckers ready to forgive ya.

[aim_exorable]

[Were you expecting a reply, Gamzee? Because that's not happening. Darkleer simply stares, utterly silent.]

[Know what solves this curse? Not talking solves this curse.]

[Besides.]

[He already said it- he doesn't want to be forgiven. Not until he knows just... what's the right way anymore.]

[420]

[Oh right, go ahead. Don't talk. WHO IS THE ADULT AND WHO IS THE CHILD HERE, DARKLEER.]

Everybody's got their own thinking on all what is being wrong. That's cool. Just gotta let any motherfucker be so he can fuckin' think what he wants.

[aim_exorable]

[The adult is the one smart enough to realize that if you can't talk, you can't make a worse fool of yourself! So there!]

[Also, still just staring, Gamzee. He is exhausted from that emotional outburst. He's terrified, also, that he'll end up spilling more things he isn't ready to face yet.]

[Which is everything, really.]

[420]

[Gamzee sighs, before he sits down in front of him, not even thinking that he is creating that height difference again.]

Sometimes I wish you were all easier to fuckin' get.