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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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I'm afraid I've never had maroon blood, so I wouldn't know!

But how odd is that? It seems rather strange that you'd be given that color. What would be the point? Maybe there isn't one!

[That grin just won't get any smaller.]

Here, go ahead and sit down. We can discuss it over sandwiches.

[He will more than happily sit. Maybe he can distract her over sandwiches.]

Wouldn't all got a motherfuckin' clue on that. Maybe they just all thought it did up and suit a motherfucker. Best not to be layin' question at this miracle occurrences.

Maybe that's all it is!

[Here, let's have us some plates. All civilized trolls use them.]

If you had to pick another color to have been given, though, what would it be?

[And as we all know, Gamzee is clearly the most civilized of all trolls.]

Awww, that ain't all a real fair sort of thing to be askin' a motherfucker, like, how can I be fuckin' choosin' on this, you know? All up and got their own motherfuckin' miracles dealt in with it.

[He makes a thoughtful noise. Is sort of sounds like a hmmm-ed honk.]

Maybe... maybe a lil' higher than what hue a motherfucker usually got flowin' at his pump. Get some of those wicked fin miracles all up on this husk. I'd dig that.

Fins? Really?

[Terezi snorts.]

Gamzee, can you even swim?

Sure motherfuckin' can.

[Not like... gracefully. It's mostly a really clumsy ~~dog~~ clown paddle, but it gets him where he needs to go.]

Used to swim the fuck out when the Ol' Goat was coming up in! Haha, got him salty like no motherfucker's business, but he usually chilled down real fuckin' fast like again.

[He leans his elbows on the table, and then, cause he doesn't have much of a filter.]

Used to be like, when I was a motherfucker much shorter, that I went on thinkin' like, if a motherfucker got to havin' fins, I could fuckin' swim with the Goat forever. That would've been the bitchtits.

[Well that's something. She'd almost figured the clown just sort of sat on the beach all day eating pie. Didn't know if he actually went in the water. Could get dangerous in there.

That was also sort of a sad thing for him to say, but Terezi was devoid of her own guardian for the most part and had never really had much sympathy for Gamzee's similar plight. Feeling sympathy for Gamzee in general is still a strange thing right now, so she tries not to think about it too much.

He's also not playing along properly.]

Yes, I'm sure that would have been nice.

[Then she sighs as though put upon.]

[There was indeed a lot of sitting on beaches, eating pie. In fact, he only went in the water for real if his lusus was there.

He notices her sigh though, his brows climbing.]

Something what's wrong?

[A pause.]

You ain't diggin' what hue you got yourself motherfuckin' set down with now?

Well no, but that's beside the point.

[She crosses her arms over her chest.]

I just can't shake the feeling that you might be lying to me, Gamzee! But surely you wouldn't.

Uuh.

[NO. Don't put him in this situation. What are those stabbing sensations? It might guil-- NO IT IS TOTALLY HUNGER AND HE WILL JUST EAT A SANDWICH.

Awkwardly. While not meeting her eyes.]

Haha, yeah. Definitely...

That doesn't seem like a DEFINITELY to me, Gamzee!

[She slaps both hands down on top of the table, leaning over the sandwich mountain.]

That sounds very much like a NOT definitely!

[Oh fuck.]

Haha, uh, you look kinda... fuckin' hungry, sister. Maybe you should all like bite down.

[Here. See. He will hold up a sandwich of +5 distraction in front of her nose.]

[Unwise decision, Gamzee!

The indigo blood currently flowing through Terezi's veins makes this decision a little easier than it should be. She bites down, alright. Just not into the sandwich.

Sharp teeth go chomping right for the other troll's hand.]

[Gamzee gives a grunt in pain when her sharp teeth slice into his skin, quickly bringing beads of pure red to the surface.

And then, as an equally quick decision to try and ward off the discovery of his new, shiny red blood, he stuffs his bitten fingers in his mouth. The look he gives her is almost betrayed. A little. Mostly it is just stupid cause he is sitting there with most of his paw stuffed in his food hole.]

[Terezi runs a tongue along the top row of her teeth, grin returning.]

That's what I thought! Bright as a cherry!

[That discovery made, she sits back comfortably in her chair as though nothing had happened.]

Why would you want to keep that from me, Gamzee? You don't honestly feel revolted to have it, do you?

Doh. I'b--

[Oh yeah, maybe talking does work better if you remove your hoof from your mouth first. You know. So to speak.

He gives her a long look, before pulling his fingers free again, casually wiping off his saliva on his shirt.]

Sister, there might be alls manner of motherfuckin' bizznasty what would churn my fuckin' digestive sack, aight, but to be all in possessing of my best motherfucker's hue ain't it.

And did you think I would care, Gamzee?

Did you think for any one moment that I'd be bothered by the thought of you having temporarily stolen his color?

[Hell, she'll trade you, Gamzee. You can have the purple back.]

No. Didn't think any of you motherfuckers would get a care on at that.

[He glances down at his hand, just barely capable of making out the small red dots.]

But see, sister, here where the motherfuckin' rub be at, aight? Karkat cares. Motherfucker cares a lot. Like it all has got him to thinkin' like it's a motherfucker's ticket straight to the wicked Carnival to be, you get? I ain't wanna get his worries on more.

[She sighs, and her eyes would have rolled upwards if she had pupils left in them.]

Of course he cares. Went and told you not to go telling anyone, huh?

I mean, I guess it's for the best. He's looking out for your safety and his own... but who doesn't know he has that color blood by now? Even the ancestors would be aware of the Sufferer, and the relation between the two is obvious!

...At the very least it shouldn't matter if I know.

[Pretty much everyone knows. At least everybody who was around when Karkat's corpse was put on the SFC rather publicly. But Karkat's got his oddnesses and Gamzee ain't here to question those.]

I don't think it would, but shit like, it's some real motherfuckin' pan-ache for me all to get my figure out for what motherfuckers I could speak at and Karkat'd be chill with it and what motherfucker would get him all salty. [A little shrug.] Just fuckin' easier not to be speaking at all, you dig? Let fallen clubs lie and all that shit.

Edited 2013-01-13 00:14 (UTC)

Gamzee, Gamzee, Gamzee.

[Another sigh and a shake of the head.]

You are a surprisingly good moirail. But if you ever repeat that I said that, I'll bite more than just your hand!

[He blinks for a moment, then gives her the biggest, doofiest, goofiest smile that can all doof and goof.]

Thanks.

Stop looking so happy and eat your sandwiches.

[Must make up for compliment...]

You really should have brought something else with these. Like a soup, maybe.

[He had already sank his teeth into one of the sandwiches, not bothering to clear his mouth to speak.]

Got some wicked elixir for my sister to drink if she be wanting to.

No. No Faygo. No thank you.

[They had plenty of that on the meteor, thanks.]

Nor are you making Faygo soup, because we're not even going to discuss how gross that would be!

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