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♑ > Gamzee and the big big big world.
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]
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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[Also, the table would break.]
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Hehehe, look, I look like you now, babe.
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I'm pretty sure I'm not nearly as cute and fluffy as you are right now.
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Yeah, but you got your own good look.
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Gamzee!
[The shock! The outrage! The... flattery, and please pay no attention to how his face is turning blue.]
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[Sorry, distracted again. He's hungry, you know.
Also, being a mouse body makes libido things weird anyway so they shall be ignored! Valiantly!]
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[Hey, did you know?
Your boner is bigger than Gamzee like this.]
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[He watches Gamzee eat with a ghost of a smile on his face--some things don't change with size, including appetite--and clears his throat when it looks like Gamzee is almost done.]
Do you want RoboEquius this week? He could help you get around and things.
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I got my motherfuckin' paws, babe. I can manage, I feel like.
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[Just mice are small and fragile and he doesn't want Gamzee getting hurt.]
Just call me or him if you have trouble with anything, okay?
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hey, no worries, aight? Shit's all gonna be just fine. Momma be a squeakbeast all the motherfuckin' time, yeah, and she don't do badly.
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[He's still going to worry.]
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Hey, I'm--
[Hmm, wait. No. This is not working properly from where he is sitting on the table. He reaches out his paws.]
Wait, pick me up, pick me up.
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Where do you want me to put you?
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Up to your snout!
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Like this?
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[He leans in to pat Equius' face, looking at him as serious as a mouse can manage.]
Aight, now see here, babe, leave your worrying be, yeah? Serves nothing but to get your chill all harshed without no reason to. I'll be fine, I promise.
[He leans in to kiss to end of Equius' nose.]
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Your whiskers tickle.
[He feels a little reassured, though. If Gamzee gets into trouble, he'll call him, right? And he's been around Mrs. Brisby enough to know what kinds of dangers mice face.]
But all right. I'll try to not let this harsh my chill.
Just... watch out for cats, okay?
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