♑ > Gamzee and the big big big world.

[420]

Who: Mousezee, and anyone that wants to hang out with a tiny little mouse.
When: All week.
Where: Allll over the bubble, check individual threads for more details.
Style: I prefer [], but I can roll with what you got.
Status: Open


[All throughout the week, dear Vatheon, you might find a tiny little mouse skittering around in this great big ol' world. Luckily someone, at some point, put a tiny little shirt on him to make it rather clear that this is no ordinary mouse, it's someone who got really unlucky during the latest curse.

Well... unlucky. Actually, Gamzee doesn't mind it too much! It is fun scurrying around, peeking in everything. The world looks like an entirely different sort of place now. All the food is giant and that certainly is fun. And sometimes he just sits there like woah, man. Man. Maaaaan have you seen this fuckin' tail? What even, man. What even.

Too bad there are so many cats around.]


[ooc: Okay, rather than make a bunch of small, individual logs, Vatheon, consider this your one go-to point if you want to hang out with Gamzee this week. He'll be all over the place, so the sky is the limit. You can also drop me a line if you wanna hash out something more exact first.

plz don't eat]

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[420]

[Maybe if he will roll onto his back she'll rub his belly too.... must try sometime this week.]

I don't got to posing any sorts of objections at that. I ain't being in the business of wearing them this week anyway.

[flyingdreams]

Ah, well, you can certainly borrow my cloak, if you like. It's always fairly nice temperature-wise, but it's more helpful to keep people from letting their pets try and eat you.

[She'll just... go up these steps.

Wow steps are weird.]

[420]

[He skitters over to the edge of her hand, holding onto her fingers as he peers down.]

You okay? You gotta fuckin' watch those. They can be a real danger to a troll's health.

[flyingdreams]

Yes, I am sure of that... here.

[She'll just put you onto her shoulder and climb up the stairs on all fours. Yeah, that'll be easier.]

[420]

[Yes good. That is much better! And Gamzee doesn't care about how silly it might look. Whatever, man. Looks just be looks and whoever got all caught up on them needed to chill more.

He pats the side of her head with a small paw, holding on tightly with his other ones.]

Almost there.

[flyingdreams]

[Aaaaaand they make it!]

Well! That wasn't as difficult. Let's see... where do you keep your clean clothes?

[420]

[He points a tiny little paw at one of the door.]

Mine and Equius' respiteblock. There.

[Hopefully Mrs Brisby is prepared to view the room of a couple of teenage boys who both aren't too neat.

.... at least they have very nice posters? Horses and clowns and stuff.]

[flyingdreams]

[She is not prepared, and she gasps loudly.]

Gamzee! When you change back, you and Equius better clean this room up, young man!

[420]

[His ears flatten and his tail droops. He normally isn't all too in command of his body language, but right now in a new body with all these odd new body parts, he gives away his every thought.]

Aight, aight.

[It isn't even that bad! Just cause there are some towels laying around and robot parts and random boy things and empty faygo bottles and the bed is never really made and man, that is a bunch of dust on the shelves, okay, maybe it is that bad.]

[flyingdreams]

I mean it! Don't you forget, either! Ugh, you could choke yourself on this dust!

[She'll gingerly step over the mess.]

Are your clean clothes in your drawers?

[420]

[They'd probably break their necks on the junk first, but that hasn't happened yet so it seems like a silly thing to worry about.]

Yeah. That one. [He points.] The other one be belonging on my babe.

[flyingdreams]

[Ugh. She digs through the drawers, looking for his larger shirt and putting it on, followed by his pants.]

Okay, that will do. Let's go get you my cape, now.

[420]

[Man, his clothes look kind of ridiculously huge on her, don't they. That surely is the downside of being kind of freakishly tall.]

You sure? Hey, I think we got some better fitting duds, for sure.

[flyingdreams]

It's alright, I'll get something for myself. I'd rather wear a dress, after all.

Okay...

[Alright, now down the stairs. BAH... she sort of hops her way down, managing to keep stable.]

--Phew! It's so hard to balance when I'm so heavy and don't have a tail.

[420]

[Stairs should be forbidden. What if they would just get a big slide? Slides would be great.]

You just gotta be gettin' a feel at it. And when you trip over your hooves, you just get up again no biggie. Ain't nobody what gotta judge.

[flyingdreams]

[But then getting upstairs would be hard.]

I'm sure that no one would really laugh at me. That would be fairly rude, and really, my situation is very understandable.

[420]

[What if an elevator though?]

Aww, sometimes peeps get to spewing all sorts of harshnasties at a bro, but yeah, you just gotta shrug that crap off. Words ain't but noises what can't hurt you anyway.

[flyingdreams]

[That would be nice, yes.]

Hmm... I don't agree... words can be very hurtful. It's the intent behind them that can be harmful.