Nov 08, 2011 09:09
[ You might notice more and more people getting oddly touchy with each other, along with their strange red welts and cuts on their wrists, fingers, necks, arms... they might scratch them occasionally. Except when in the presence of a special person, of course.
Today, however, Marcy is... knitting? So many red tentacle-warmers. Aww. ]
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(( will be slow!! )
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thought i smelled a familiar set of badtouchy appendages
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You 'smelled' them?
[ jeez dave you're sounding a lot like GC! ]
If that is how you're getting around these days, then no wonder it's taken us this long to meet.
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just trying to do my part in bridging troll and human cultures
helping us all build the best rainbow rumpus peace and understanding party i can
its kinda uncanny how much cultural sensitivity im filled with right now
all these lessons man
how do i even hold them
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I'll be looking forward to the records and data concerning your painstaking research on the social and economical differences between us and how our respective species have learned to cope with the harsh environment surrounding Midwestern agriculture and subsistence farming.
That's what you meant, right?
[ this is how she expresses that she's happy to see you, ok. ]
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keep them all in a big ass notebook where i keep all my ill jams
page after page of rudebrazen attitude and hardhitting analysis
any aspiring young psychiatrist wet dream of undiscovered complexes and mental fuck-ups
page up
and page down
of the good stuff
try and keep your panties from combusting though its a long ass way back to the underwear tree
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of course it is
would i ever be slinging untrue information around her flightiness general direction
thats just ungentlemanly and i am
as weve established
a culturally sensitive as all fuck high class gentleman
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Though perhaps while you're slinging around wicked facts, you could enlighten me on another.
Like how long you've been stuck here.
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a year in a few days
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Sounds like Kanaya was right, then.
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time makes these insane pretzel turns in here
drives you nucking futs if you think about it too much
best way i can tell it is that it works kinda like a youtube video
youre sitting there doing your thing in in your own world
then whatever badtouchhappy horrorterror runs this place hits the pause button after a particularly badass moment and opens up a new tab with fanfiction.net
thats the metaphor for camp btw
and throw you assfirst into their latest fucked up cross-over fic
in this story magic mistletoe makes dave and karkat hateslobber in each others mouths while optimus prime watches
better give me 50 good reviews or i cancel the fic bipches
and then youre stuck in there until camp gets bored and plays the rest of the video
keeping you in rudebrazen suspense of when the fuck youre gonna go back and do something marginally more useful than jam with mickey mouse
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The bizarre cross-species makeouts garnered at least half of those points for pushing the creative envelope and exceeding my expectations in the department of fictional romance.
Two points for the setting managing to baffle even my own wits despite what we have already seen.
One point for the inclusion of a massive voyeuristic robot.
The half point is for the classless yet edgy demand for bolstering asspats to continue.
Congratulations on scoring with Karkat, I suppose.
And I can't pretend that the pause button vacation of sorts isn't a welcome one.
Most of the time.
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anyway thats not all
even if were usually paused sometimes camps acts like we still got one rudebrazenly erect digit in our original timestream
probably the pinky in your case
so what happens back home sometimes trickle its way over to you and you wake up one day with like two years worth of memories
like you were this outrageously adorable dutch kid holding back a damn with your finger and then when it finally breaks who you used to be gets washed away and then youre grimdark as fuck with an eyepatch and a onearmed man you gotta get your revenge on with
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