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Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Who: Gamzee & Mrs Brisby
Where: At Mrs B's home
When: Morning
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[Gamzee scrambles over the last few cobble-stones, jumping over the cracks between them, still tasting the potion in his mouth. Lily had made it for him a few weeks backs after an offhand comment of his, and goddamn, he was going to have to thank her so much. Bake her a pie. Bake her a thousand fuckin' pies. He should've done this forever ago, except even he gets that there was too much shit going down recently, really for these kinda miracles. But now it is that right fuckin' time, and his chest is feeling all sorts of fluttery warm at what he knows he is going to do in a few, and it really helps keeping him motivated, cause damn this hood is fuckin' huge if you are magic fuckin' tiny.
He rounds the last corner to Mrs. Brisby's house, putting his hands to his mouth already to call for her. And the moment she opens that door, he breaks out into a dead run, flinging out his skinny little --really little now-- arms to wrap them around her neck, laughing when he feels her whiskers tickle against his cheek, and fuck, she is so soft and warm and squeeze-hug-able.]
Mama!
Where: At Mrs B's home
When: Morning
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[Gamzee scrambles over the last few cobble-stones, jumping over the cracks between them, still tasting the potion in his mouth. Lily had made it for him a few weeks backs after an offhand comment of his, and goddamn, he was going to have to thank her so much. Bake her a pie. Bake her a thousand fuckin' pies. He should've done this forever ago, except even he gets that there was too much shit going down recently, really for these kinda miracles. But now it is that right fuckin' time, and his chest is feeling all sorts of fluttery warm at what he knows he is going to do in a few, and it really helps keeping him motivated, cause damn this hood is fuckin' huge if you are magic fuckin' tiny.
He rounds the last corner to Mrs. Brisby's house, putting his hands to his mouth already to call for her. And the moment she opens that door, he breaks out into a dead run, flinging out his skinny little --really little now-- arms to wrap them around her neck, laughing when he feels her whiskers tickle against his cheek, and fuck, she is so soft and warm and squeeze-hug-able.]
Mama!
Seriously!!
Re: Seriously!!
[Which will be a very long time. Cause he is either getting send home without the choice to remember --weh-- or staying here forever and always remembering this throughout his very long life time.]
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[Even if she goes home! Because Secret of NIMH 2 doesn't exist so there can be a happy ending anyway.]