[012] [Voice/action for around the coral]

[witchbuster]

[A nice SLAP sound disrupts whatever peace and quiet there was on the SFC network and the outside in general. This rude awakening comes in the form of two teenagers sprawled over each other looking disoriented as all get out.

Eventually, a voice one would recognize as belonging to Maka Albarn filters through.]...Soul? We're not in Death City

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[faygot]

[Let just assume he did at some point figure out they were gone.]

Hey lil' sis. You're back. What's the motherfuckin' haps?

[witchbuster]

Hey, Gamzee.

...Well, it definitely wasn't snowing the last time I was here. What's up with that?

[faygot]

[He shrugs, smiling. You ready for this?]

Miracles, sister. Motherfuckin' miracles.

[witchbuster]

Oh, right--I totally forgot about the miracles. They don't really happen a lot back at home.

[faygot]

You sure? Fuck can all be way fuckin' sneaking. All like to be like fuckin' ninjas. Just cause you ain't all can be settin' your lookstubs on them, don't up and mean the motherfuckers aint' all there.

[witchbuster]

[Her mind. She has a fairly good grasp of English but why is there no Gamzee to English dictionary?]

--So, how are you handling the snow?

[faygot]

[aww yes lets talk about his newest favourite miracle.]

Awww shit, lil' sis, this shit be tight, yeah? All coming down from where the fuck even. Being all white. I ain't never even seen that much motherfuckin' white all together.

[witchbuster]

I'm more used to it, I guess. It doesn't snow where I live since I live in a desert, but I've been to a country that's covered in snow. Everywhere!

[faygot]

Woah.

[He tries to imagine that for a moment. So many miracles.]

I all hear about miracle all happenin' like this, but it weren't never all went down at my motherfuckin' beach. Couldn't all build my hive nowhere where I up and got too cold.