♑ 22; Video - Please talk to your cats about catnip or someone else will.

[420]

[When the SFC turns on, there is just a little mouse sitting there, wringing his little paws, and looking at something off screen, with his ears held low. It isn't until a few moments after that he realized the SFC turned on -- he had pressed the button himself and everything, he'd just gotten distracted-- and Gamzee turns back, his ears lifting a little, his tail flicking up hopefully.]

Aigh. Does any motherfuckin' one of you know shit about purrbeasts? [a pause.] Cats I mean for those all not possessing the correct vocabulations there. [He rubs the back of his head for a moment.] Shit, it's all like... my best bro be tossing the most wicked of fuckin' fits and we don't get whats the haps, you know? Just alls of a sudden being like fuuuuuck, I'm making like an out of control bottle of wicked elixir and rolling my shit every fuckin' where. [He is motioning with his tiny little hands as if to make things clearer. Mostly it is just adorable looking.] Psii blames himself on it, saying like he's gonna kick his wicked shit but I don't think it be like that.

[He furrows his brows again, glancing off at the side.]

I think maybe he be illin'. Here, look.

[Gamzee hops in to bodily shove and push the SFC around until it is pointing at Karcatkat. A Karkat that is rolling on the floor like a goddamn loon, kicking his paws at nothing in particular, rubbing his face all over some flowers left on the ground and just generally acting the cat equivalent of high as fuckin' balls. There's a purple bee looking very sad (if bees can indeed do things like look sad) overhead, occasionally dipping down, before flying up again.

Well, until Karkat aims a very lazy, and very out of it swat at the buzzing bee, managing to topple himself over with that.]

Woah, bro, don't--

[Whatever he don't should do isn't really clear as when Gamzee raises his paws to admonish Karkat, the sfc topples over and the feed cuts.]

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[420]

[The SFC tips over with a clatter, making Gamzee jump into the air with a squeak, pressing a paw against his chest.]

Fuck.

[420]

[Oh right, calming Karkat down so he won't use Psii as a buzzy tennis ball.

Scurrying over, he raises up onto his hind paws, motioning a little with his hands.]

Bro, hey, cool it. No smackin', remember? You're bros!

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Buzzing the hell right behind Gamzee. It might be cowardice, but clearly Karkat was attempting to have his vengeance and he surely wouldn't eat his moirail. Cowering is the best idea. ]

[bethehugejerk]

[Oh man look at that fuzzy thing, he is totally dancing for him, dang. And he smells amazing, like that other stuff that smelled so good. Karkat's focus leaves Psii for the moment, but HORROR STRIKES as he grabs for Gamzee and--!]

[Uh.]

[If Gamzee doesn't move, he's gonna get a big fluffy cat face rubbing against him.]

[420]

[Move? That sounds like something someone smart might do.

So. Basically not Gamzee.

Instead he actually freezes for a moment when Karkat starts rubbing his giant ass skull against him. It is a bit of a fight trying not to topple over.]

Hey, bro.

[thekidsare0kay]

0h my g0d.
y0u guy2.

[420]

WhAt???

[Sollux, plz, this is not helping. Karkat could be really sick.]

[thekidsare0kay]

what did y0u d0 t0 him?
i mean, 2eri0u2ly, he'2 0bvi0u2ly p0i20ned!

[420]

Do:
YoU SuRe?
FuCk wE DiDn't fUcKiN DoNe aNyThInG I ThOuGhT.
Oh fUcK CaN YoU FiX It?

[thekidsare0kay]

d0n't w0rry.
d0cterr0ri2t 20llux capt0r i2 0n the ca2e.
d0 y0u have any 2tring?

[onlyasign]

[Fortunately, at least one person here is both experienced with cats and not a giant dick coughSolluxcoughcough.]

It's okay, Gamzee, I can help. Where are you?

[420]

At the other room.

[yes, all this nonsense is already happening in your Dualscar's hive. Possibly they could've asked someone in person, but SFC seemed like the smarter idea at the time.]

... is he gonna be ok?

[onlyasign]

He'll be fine. I promise.

[Sufferer makes his way into the room where all this is happening, and sits cross-legged on the floor beside his fuzzy friends.]

Karkat! Come here! Come here, kitty, come on, come and let me scratch behind your ears!

[He pats invitingly across his thighs.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Woah, what? He hears a voice, and it sounds like his voice, but also not his voice! What is going on man, that's amazing. And so are these flowers he's been chewing at, but ear scratches? Those are way too good to ignore, he knows from Gamzee demonstrating the first day of the curse, and the siren call of a lap tugs at his feline brain in a way he has yet to be wary of.]

[He heaves himself up from the floor, lazy, meandering steps carrying him over until he can flop across a thigh, half-on his lap, half-off.]

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer suppresses an amused little smile and gently tries to maneuver Karkat's limp body so it's fully on his lap.]

Looks like someone got into the 'nip, didn't you?

[He starts scratching behind Karkat's ears with one hand, and under his chin with the other.]

You need to watch that stuff.

[bestestfurrend]

Oh my paws, is that catnip?? I want some, I want some!

[420]

Catwhat?


[What are we talking about help.]

[bestestfurrend]

Catnip!! It is the bestest thing efur aaaah I want some, Gamzee!!!! [She rubs her furry little face against the screen eagerly.]

[420]

Uhh, sure. If you wanna.

[He still has no idea what they are talking about but if she wants some and it is apparently the best thing efur! then who is he to deny her. Shit, it sounds like a right good trip, he'd be one hell of a bad motherfucker denying his sister that kinda amazement.

Even if he doesn't have a fuckin clue what they are talking about.]

[whereyoulead]

catnip congrats you got him high

[WITH ALL THE PRACTICE HE'S GOTTEN THIS WEEK KEN CAN ACTUALLY TEXT WITH HIS BIRDY FEET NOW]

[420]

[Meanwhile typing for Gamzee has just become a circus. He has to stand his backpaw on the shift and type with his front paws and try not to fall off. Comedy gold!]

YoU BrOs kEeP AlL SaYiNg tHiS StUfF At mE WhAt i dOn't kNoW WhAt tHe fUcK Is wHaT.
HoW CaN He bE HiGh wHeN He aIn't gOt aLl tO BeInG NeAr tO ThE SlImE?

[shippingmath]

What'd you do, get him drunk?

[420]

Not by my imagining. We just all got him this fuckin' flower and my bro went through his fuckin' roof at it. Like, so fuckin' happyful, you know. And he ain't ever get that motherfuckin' excitable about pretty weedplants.

[shippingmath]

So you got him high instead. Good work.

[He means that mostly sincerely.]

[420]

But, I ain't gotten him dealt any pie though.

[Not even a teeny tiny crumb!]