Night 60: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[mirthfulness]

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Honk.

Gamzee startled himself a bit by how loud the horn was in the empty hallway, but followed that up with a grin.

Honk honkNever mind that it might be attracting the attention of a monster or something else he didn't want. That possibility never came to mind. If anything, it would help the rest of his group to find him in these dark

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[unpriest]

Seishin had to make an effort not to frown at the troll's language, but he didn't comment on it. It took a little used to on the former priest's part, even if he did know it was simply the way Gamzee-kun appeared to talk.

From the looks of things the teen was to meet with a few women. He wondered what their destination was, and if they truly wouldn't mind someone like him coming along. 'Wicked smart'...was an interesting description he supposed. The 'wicked' part had probably been more accurate than the troll had realized -- how else would someone describe a man who had given in to his darkness, his own selfishness? How ironic, that it hadn't mattered at all in the end. Was ending up here punishment, then? Exile, from the outside world?

"...Alright," he said after a moment of hesitation, "Let's not keep them waiting, then." Gamzee-kun would have to lead the way.

[mirthfulness]

Leading the way was something Gamzee was perfectly content to do. With another smile, he reached for Seishin's hand, tugging him in what he was assuming was the right direction. If they started to get lost without finding the girls, then he expected the older human would set him back on the right path. He was good for things like that.

> Gamzee: Find those bitches.