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♑ & ♑ | Misery loves company
Who: Gamzee Makara & Kurloz Makara
When: Some time after this mess
Where: beach
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[Gamzee isn't really sure on how long he has been sitting here since... just since. He hasn't been zoning, he knows that much. Zoning is pleasant, letting his thoughts go all adrift in the fog that makes up the majority of his pan. Now there are no pleasant thoughts, and the fog is starting to run a little thin. He should be getting his slime, dose himself in a fresh batch of miracles, but that'd involve climbing to his feet, getting off the beach and he don't got an interest in that right now.
But some motherfucker to speak with... that'd be real chill about now.
His movements are mechanical as he brings out his SFC, and he's already halfway down to scrolling to Karkat's name on sheer muscle memory before he realizes what he is doing. For a moment his hand jerks up, SFC clutched in it, like he is making to toss it in the ocean, before he drops it, too tired for anything really.
Slowly he returns to scrolling through the list once more, his fingers making to scroll to certain names before realizing that they aren't there no more; Mrs Brisby, Zelda, Minato... seems he been losing too many motherfuckers what can help him get his peace on. His fingers hover over Signless' name for a few moments before he scrolls along. He can't. Not right now. He digs Signless plenty, appreciates his opinions, but he's too much like Karkat right now, like he'd be trying to fit a too similar motherfucker in the hole in his pump meant for another. His eyes skim the list some more before-- yeah.
Kurloz could help him, he knew he could. With a few taps, he's got the message screen pulled up.]
HeY MoThErFuCkEr
YoU GoT AnY TiMe tO SpArE On a bRo?
I NeEd sOmEoNe tO GeT My sPeAk oN WiTh iF YoU AiN'T Be mInDiNg tHaT
[Yes, the mute mime was definitely the proper choice to talk with. Definitely.]
When: Some time after this mess
Where: beach
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[Gamzee isn't really sure on how long he has been sitting here since... just since. He hasn't been zoning, he knows that much. Zoning is pleasant, letting his thoughts go all adrift in the fog that makes up the majority of his pan. Now there are no pleasant thoughts, and the fog is starting to run a little thin. He should be getting his slime, dose himself in a fresh batch of miracles, but that'd involve climbing to his feet, getting off the beach and he don't got an interest in that right now.
But some motherfucker to speak with... that'd be real chill about now.
His movements are mechanical as he brings out his SFC, and he's already halfway down to scrolling to Karkat's name on sheer muscle memory before he realizes what he is doing. For a moment his hand jerks up, SFC clutched in it, like he is making to toss it in the ocean, before he drops it, too tired for anything really.
Slowly he returns to scrolling through the list once more, his fingers making to scroll to certain names before realizing that they aren't there no more; Mrs Brisby, Zelda, Minato... seems he been losing too many motherfuckers what can help him get his peace on. His fingers hover over Signless' name for a few moments before he scrolls along. He can't. Not right now. He digs Signless plenty, appreciates his opinions, but he's too much like Karkat right now, like he'd be trying to fit a too similar motherfucker in the hole in his pump meant for another. His eyes skim the list some more before-- yeah.
Kurloz could help him, he knew he could. With a few taps, he's got the message screen pulled up.]
HeY MoThErFuCkEr
YoU GoT AnY TiMe tO SpArE On a bRo?
I NeEd sOmEoNe tO GeT My sPeAk oN WiTh iF YoU AiN'T Be mInDiNg tHaT
[Yes, the mute mime was definitely the proper choice to talk with. Definitely.]