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[faygot]

[ LOCKED TO LYSUNDER ]

[Okay. Okay, he goes. He has been psyching himself up for this since he woke up, all throughout fixing his paint and... kinda just letting his hair be what it was. He's gotta do this, that much is sure. Lysunder deserves an apology for what Gamzee said to him. Text would probably be easier, but no, this kinda situation

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[redbullrenegade]

[He watches when the video pops up, but he doesn't turn on his video or respond for a while. Not necessarily to make a point or anything, just because he's not sure what he should tell the kid. After a bit of thought, and starring into his campfire for a while, he finally turns on the video feed. The sound of the crackling fire is heard first, and the 'sky' of the bubble is seen before he turns the camera to himself. Another pause before an audible sigh.]

Yeah, you did fuck up, kid.

[A purse of his lips, his vision snaps back to see Gamzee back to his self during that Aradia situation, yelling, angry, hands with nails in his skin. It was like some other wordly reminder of home, just like when he saw the Grand Highblood. Summoner didn't enjoy it, that feeling, remembering without getting to be there, getting to do something. But the kid did something that should be acknowledge.]

But you realized you fucked up and said apologized, so don't worry about it.

[faygot]

... really? Just all like that?

[He can't help but sound a little hopeful. He knows he is not the most pleasant to deal with like that. He knows Lysunder was already giving him an extra chance. He had been pretty sure he had blew it with that, to be honest.]

[redbullrenegade]

Yes, really, yes, just like that.

[A small sigh as he leans back a little bit, looking away from the camera.]

Now about your arms. Have you washed and properly bandaged them?

[He doesn't want to linger on that subject too long. He doesn't want to think about it honestly. Gamzee does something no indigo blood he's ever seen before do, and ontop of it, he was apologizing. He's pretty sure this wasn't a trick.]

[faygot]

Thanks. I'm really sorry.

[The question about his arms distracts him though and he glances down, dragging the camera down with him. His arms are a colourful mess of stuck on bandaids. Because he was left to patch up himself.]

Yeah. I all like took fuckin' care of it.