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Who: The Karkat Welcoming Brigade & Karkat
When: Mid-morning
Where: coral
Style: Action
Status: closed
[Gamzee has been waiting here since practically before sun-rise, and by now he is twisting uneasily in his spot, shifting from one foot to the other. His eyes are on the coral, his shoulders tense. This wouldn't be such a terrible wait if he wasn't here.
Gamzee's eyes flick for a moment, falling on Eridan with undisguised disgust.
His fangs show for a moment, but the three bodies positioned strategically between him and Eridan keep him from adding another scar, another wound, to the one already gracing the seadweller's face. As far as Gamzee is concerned, Eridan's innocence is still a fakey fake tale. His voice is a low, frustrated hiss, though he does not particularly try to keep it quiet enough to keep Eridan from hearing.]
He shouldn't fuckin' be here.
When: Mid-morning
Where: coral
Style: Action
Status: closed
[Gamzee has been waiting here since practically before sun-rise, and by now he is twisting uneasily in his spot, shifting from one foot to the other. His eyes are on the coral, his shoulders tense. This wouldn't be such a terrible wait if he wasn't here.
Gamzee's eyes flick for a moment, falling on Eridan with undisguised disgust.
His fangs show for a moment, but the three bodies positioned strategically between him and Eridan keep him from adding another scar, another wound, to the one already gracing the seadweller's face. As far as Gamzee is concerned, Eridan's innocence is still a fakey fake tale. His voice is a low, frustrated hiss, though he does not particularly try to keep it quiet enough to keep Eridan from hearing.]
He shouldn't fuckin' be here.