♑ Many small boxes and Maruzee

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Who: Troll kids and anyone who wants to join
When: Saturday, May 26, in the early afternoon
Where: The Land of Boxes and Joy
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open, feel free to threadjack and use it as a general mingling log.



[Boxes. Boxes! So many boxes.

Gamzee knows how these boxes got here --miracles!-- and for what reason --mating! cause that is what all animals on tv do when they come together in large groups which clearly means that in a few weeks they will hear the pitter-patter of little matchboxes-- but he has no idea what he is doing. Well. He is building. Duh. But he has no idea what it will be. He figures the boxes will just let him know once he is done building. So far he's got a stack of boxes put together in the centre and the starts of a haphazard wall surrounding them. Could be anything really.

But it is totally a boxfort.]

Comments

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Right up until we get out is what I'm fuckin' thinkin' here.

[Yep. That sure is an answer.]

[bethehugejerk]

That doesn't tell me anything.

[No it isn't. Though he's still not trying to climb out.]

[420]

Sometimes it ain't gotta.

[A shitty answer is still an answer!]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat paps at the side of his head in relatively mild frustration, but says nothing further. Rejoice, Gamzee: you have gotten your moirail to be quiet, sit still, and relax. That what he's doing. Not one single other word out of his mouth as he resettles, half-curled against him, half-watching the sky. It's nice, okay.]