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[sniffdeceit]

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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[420]

[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.]

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[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?

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[420]

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.

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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.]

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[420]

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.

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[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.

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[420]

[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.

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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!

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[420]

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

Thanks.

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[sniffdeceit]

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.

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[420]

[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.

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[sniffdeceit]

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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[420]

[But would it be gross, Terezi? Would it be?

The thought of it sure has Gamzee drifting a little, trying to imagine the beauty of faygo soup while his eyes go slightly unfocused and the sandwich he was eating just kinda hangs there, half-way to his mouth.]

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[Terezi rolls her eyes and gives the troll a light thwack on the head.]

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[420]

[He jerks upright. Not that the thwack hurt any. He's got too much bouncy hair for that. He does end up giving Terezi a doopey smile though.]

Woah. Shit. Guess what, sister, I just did all had me the most motherfuckin' beautiful plan get to happening here in my sponge, just like poof like that.

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[sniffdeceit]

No. Whatever it is, no.

Especially if it's Faygo soup.

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[420]

How did you fuckin' know what I was gonna say? Are you seein' in at a bro's sponge?

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[sniffdeceit]

Yes, you got it in one, Gamzee! I am the Seer of Sponges. It is me.

Or I just used my superior nose for evidence. Take your pick.

[Action] 1/?

[420]

...

can you smell my brain?

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[420]

[what would thoughts even smell like? do they smell like the thing he is thinking of? How does this work?]

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[420]

Can you sniff like what I'm thinkin' at right now?

[Action] OH I AM DONE NOW. i should. say that.

[420]

[it is totally faygo.]

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[sniffdeceit]

[Where's Cal for a 3xFacepalm combo when you need him?]

I'm sure it has to do with rainbows, miracles, or the usual disgustingly sweet fizzy drinks.

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[420]

[Just this face. His voice is kinda soft and awed. Like he just witness something amazing. You might even say

a miracle.]

Goddamn.

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[sniffdeceit]

Yes, I know. I'm incredible.

[She grabs another sandwich off the plate, but doesn't really do anything with it. Her brow is furrowed in a frown.]

How can you stand that, anyway?