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1 WOULD JUST L1K3 TO PO1NT OUT TH4T TH1S 1S 4 JOK3 1N V3RY POOR T4ST3
1 WOULD F1L3 4 FORM4L COMPL41NT ON TH3 M4TT3R 1F 1 B3L13V3D 1T WOULD DO 4NY GOOD
BUT W3 4LL KNOW TH4T 1SN'T TH3 C4S3!
4S 1T ST4NDS, 1 M4Y JUST H4V3 TO S3TTL3 FOR G4NK1NG 4 C3RT41N CLOWN'S FONT COLOR
UGH, BUT 1T F33LS SO D1RTY

((Translation: I would just like to point out that this is a joke in very poor taste
I would file a formal complaint on the matter if I believed it would do any good
But we all know that isn't the case!
As it stands, I may just have to settle for ganking a certain clown's font color
Ugh, but it feels so dirty))

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DoEs tHaT MeAn i gOt mE SoMe mOtHeRfUcKiN TeAl tO TyPe aT?
CaUsE ShIt, ThAt dOn't

[Wait. Right. No telling about his new blood colour.]

ThAt dOn't eVeN AlL FeEl rIgHt tO A BrOtHeR'S PuMp, YoU GeT Me?
LiKe, ShIt's a fUcKiN' mIrAcLe aNd a hAlF On yOu, SiStEr.
BuT It aIn't gOt nO RiGhT FeElInG To iT WhEn iT Be mE.

OF COURS3 YOU C4N'T US3 MY FONT COLOR
1 H4V3 TH3 ONLY OR1GIN4L
4NYTH1NG 3LS3 1S JUST 1M1T4T1ON!
SO L3T'S T4LK PR1C3S H3R3
1 COULD 4LW4YS US3 4 B1T OF 3XTR4 DOUGH
4ND 1 DON'T M34N TH3 SORT YOU B4K3 YOUR P13S 1N

A BrOtHeR DoN'T GoT MuCh bOoNiEs lInInG HiS PoCkEtS At tHe mOmEnT, sIsTeR.
WoUlDn't aLl tO Be lIkE SoMe dIfFeReNt mOtHeRfUcKiN MaNnEr oF PaYiNg, YeAh?

TH4T D3P3NDS!
4R3 YOU 4NY GOOD 4T COOK1NG TH1NGS TH4T DON'T 1NCLUD3 TOX1C SLUDG3?

SuRe aS MoThErFuCk cAn, My wIcKeD SiStEr.
YoU GoT YoUr aPpEtItE AlL To bE AcHiN FoR SoMe gRuB?

1 WOULDN'T S4Y NO TO SOM3 HOM3 COOK1NG!

AwW, sHiT, iF YoU GoT To hAvInG An eMpTy fOoDsAcK AlL ReAdY FoR ThE MoThErFuCkIn sTuFfInG
YoU DiD AlL CaMe aT To tHe rIgHt fUcKiN DuDe.
:o)

W3LL TH3N YOU H4D B3TT3R G3T TO D3L1V3R1NG!
YOUR COLOR 1S 4T MY M3RCY UNT1L YOU G3T H3R3!

BeSt tO Be bUrNiNg mY FuCkIn hEeLs hErE ThEn.
GoT AnYtHiNg wHaT CoUlD Be bRiNgInG ThE MoThErFuCkIn jOy aNd gLaDnEsS To mY SiStEr tO EaT?

1 M4Y R3GR3T S4Y1NG TH1S, BUT
SURPR1S3 M3!

HaHaHa, YoU GoT It, SiStEr!
:o)

[How bad could it possibly be?]

[How bad indeed!

Terezi will, of course, expect the worst as she waits for him to come visiting.]

[After some time, an additional text first arrives.]

HeY SiS, wHeRe tHe fUcK YoUr cRiB At aNyWaY?

[Because asking direction at a normal point in the conversation is just not Gamzee's style.]

[Facepalm.

Terezi sends the address over the network. That would be somewhat impotant, wouldn't it?]

[Definitely! He can't exactly sniff his way around. Well, he could, but it wouldn't bring him anywhere.

It takes a little bit but eventually he manages to make it by, ringing the doorbell. And apart from wearing a long-sleeved shirt for once, he doesn't look very different from normal. Feels different though. Compared to his normal body temp, he's a damn near walking furnace.]

[The moment the door opens, Gamzee will find Terezi's nose right in his face. She needs to see if he's been affected the way she has, after all.

With a faint 'hmmmm' she then pulls back to let him in. The smell of food isn't helping her usual sense of "sight".]

Okay, get in. What did you bring me?

[Oh he is certainly affected, all right! But Karkat said not to tell nothing.

He startles a little at the nose suddenly in his face (at least it is not a tongue) but he recovers quick enough. And then he is quick to present her with the delicious treats he has brought her. Which end up being a plate stacked rather high with grilled cheese sandwiches. Which are, lets be fair here, the god amongst stoner foods. And see. There is even ketchup for her. That is red. She'd like that, right?]

Nothing short but the best motherfuckin' grilled loaf slices all for filling your fuckin' sack up with.

[Terezi stares at the offering for a while, then back at Gamzee, then back at the food.

Honestly, she shouldn't have expected anything different. At least they actually look edible, which is better than if he'd tried to make something fancy and ended up bringing her a large mess.]

You are ridiculous, but at least you deliver. I suppose I can relinquish my hold over your most noble of font hues.

[Comfort foods are the best food, okay. Especially if you have a pile of them vaguely resembling a mountain.]

Thanks, that does do a motherfucker good. I was just like, fuck, what am I gonna be typing in now, haha.

I hope you expected to be eating some of these with me, otherwise I might have to take this as an insult to my girlish figure!

[That or she'll be eating leftover grilled cheese for a week.]

[He blinks, before eyeing her girlish figure. Nothing all wrong with it to him!]

Weren't meaning for it to be carryin' no insult here, your figure up and fuckin' looks as fine as always.

[He just made this much cause this is generally the portion size he devours.]

But shit, if you want a bro to be tuckin' in with, I'm down all with that.

[Fine, or "Fine"? Should it matter? Probably not.

She sighs, reaching out to grab his wrist in order to drag him toward the kitchen.]

Let's see if I can make room for a clown, then!

[If he wasn't a taken troll, and she wasn't Karkat's ex, he wouldn't all be opposed to honking them titties, is what I'm saying.

He lets himself be led easily.]

Always some room for a mirthmaker.

Maybe to some!

[Hm. Wait, no. Something is off.

Terezi stops, gives a little tug on Gamzee's abnormally warm wrist.]

...You aren't sick, are you?

Illin'?

[No, he certainly doesn't feel ill. The last time he was ill he was all scratchy and disgusting, and none of those feelings are any so what present.]

No? What got you thinkin' like that?

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