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Who: The purple skittle brothers; thegreathonk & lonelyglub.
Where: Marshall roof.
When: NOW.
Rating: PG 13 for language and the use of faygo.
Summary: Just two of the chillest brothers sharing some faygo. YEAHHHHHHHHH. Maybe feelings will be talked about, maybe not. Anyways it is time for a miracle adventure in which two brothers indulge in theatrics of the miraculous kind.
the log:
Hey, Gam, let's go up to the roof. To drink this crap in peace and quiet wwithout Kar or Sol hovverin ovver us constantly.
[Eridan mumbles and grabs one of the giant bottles of faygo out of the bag containing his belongings and glances over at Gamzee. He had promised his purple sand brother a couple of shots of faygo, and he intended to keep his promise. Sure, he hated Gamzee's guts at times. Okay. All the time. But Eridan had to admit, Gamzee was one of those trolls that you could whine to and not even worry about him judging you.
Probably because the poor dude spaced out half the time. Anyways he motions for his faygoholic friend as he heads on up the many flights of stairs in Marshall.]
You comin or wwhat, Gam?
Where: Marshall roof.
When: NOW.
Rating: PG 13 for language and the use of faygo.
Summary: Just two of the chillest brothers sharing some faygo. YEAHHHHHHHHH. Maybe feelings will be talked about, maybe not. Anyways it is time for a miracle adventure in which two brothers indulge in theatrics of the miraculous kind.
the log:
Hey, Gam, let's go up to the roof. To drink this crap in peace and quiet wwithout Kar or Sol hovverin ovver us constantly.
[Eridan mumbles and grabs one of the giant bottles of faygo out of the bag containing his belongings and glances over at Gamzee. He had promised his purple sand brother a couple of shots of faygo, and he intended to keep his promise. Sure, he hated Gamzee's guts at times. Okay. All the time. But Eridan had to admit, Gamzee was one of those trolls that you could whine to and not even worry about him judging you.
Probably because the poor dude spaced out half the time. Anyways he motions for his faygoholic friend as he heads on up the many flights of stairs in Marshall.]
You comin or wwhat, Gam?