♑ video.

[narcotizes]

[ hey, network! on the screen is . . . well, you see right. it's a large pile of horns. bicycle horns. to make a pile like that, that's a lot of fucking horns. who the fuck keeps so many horns . . .  anyway, at the moment it's just chilling there, silent as ever on a hardwood apartment floor, until there's speeding footsteps getting louder, closer

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[video]

[deceptive_lulz]

[ALL OF THIS SLANG IS SO CONFUSING.]

The..."dopest"? Hahaha?

[a small pause, and then:] Isn't it uncomfortable sitting in a pile of spikes?

[video]

[narcotizes]

The dopest.

[ also, a pause on this end. he looks down to check, then pats the empty space next to him. honk honk. ]

There be nothin' but honk horns here, sister. Dunno 'bout spikes.

[video]

[deceptive_lulz]

[Well, she didn't sense anything mean from it, so she let it go. Narrowing her gaze, she realized that they weren't weapons.]

Okay, horns. Eheh...still looks uncomfortable.

[There was still a more important issue to get to, though.]

Um...are you okay?

[video]

[narcotizes]

Don't be judgin' the shell first, sis. This pile here is the most comfortable motherfucker you can ever be getting your rest on in.

[ beat ] You wanna try? I can gara-fuckin'-tee you a nap like no other.

[ he then, blinks, and takes another chug of his bottle ] Uhh-- I'm feeling pretty fuckin' natural right now, yeah.

I am so sorry. Voice.

[cinematiques]

Are you mentally ill?

don't be . . . . video.

[narcotizes]

Nah-- I'm Gamzee fuckin' Makara.

[cinematiques]

[Stiffly:]

...Ah. And you are...some sort of mime?

[narcotizes]

Mime? [ a silence, but then he starts laughing a little-- it's a strange laugh, kind of honky sounding. ]

Hell naw, chica-- Mimes are a whole 'nother story, I mean-- Their voice boxes are fucked up I'm thinking, and they could do that invisible shit . . . [ he stops and looks up, voice oozing with fascination. ]

Like . . . what the fuck? How do they even make that happen?

[video]

[brbomnomsouls]

[What the ever loving fuck? Soul's just gonna raise an eyebrow at most of that.]

Dopest?

[video]

[narcotizes]

Yeah, brother. I really like you guys.

[video]

[brbomnomsouls]

Weird way to put it. But you know Jade so you can't be that bad. [He grins a little.] The name's Soul. Soul Eater.

[video] (1/2)

[narcotizes]

You even know Jade too, man, fuck. Instafriend right the fuck here for that. [ another sloppy wave ]

Gamzee, yo.

action (bah)

[frogst]

[ Gamzee what

what are you doing to her apartment.

Is that slime.

It is. ]

Uh.

Gamzee?

action (troll)

[narcotizes]

Oh hey, sis!

[ it is going to start puddling soon . . . ]

'Sup?

(fuu)

[frogst]

Oh, uh, not much really.

[ Just trying to figure out what to make of this. ]

You've got something on your... um, hold on.

[ And she leaves, quickly, returning a moment later with a TOWEL in hand. She isn't really sure if she wants to touch whatever that is so she opts for just throwing it in the general direction of his face. ]

Here.

you like it B)

[narcotizes]

[ and, pchoooo--! it lands right onto his face. jade had good aim! for a moment, gamzee simply sits there, turning his head to another side with the towel still blinding him. it was kind of funny.

reaching for it, he finally pulls the towel off him and obliviously watches jade. ]

I got something on my face, sis? [ in the mean time, the slime is now dripping onto the towel. it won't be long now . . . ]

video;

[quadrifoliate]

[ She wasn't going to reply to this, but that last bit of the video (and okay, the fact that he's obviously not human) leaves her staring in morbid fascination. ]

Oh, gross. [ Despite the words, she seems more interested than revolted leaning in to the feed. ] Is that drool?

video;

[narcotizes]

What is?

[ DRIPPING PLACES DRIPPING ERRYWHERE ]

video;

[quadrifoliate]

[ Sick. Which, of course, in teenage parlance everywhere, translates to bizarrely cool. ]

That stuff. [ She traces a finger down from her lips, like you'd point out a bit of ice cream or barbecue sauce on someone's chin. ] You're leaking.

video;

[narcotizes]

Motherfuck-- I am?

[ how is he leaking-- first, he promptly covers his mouth, untl he feels the goopy wetness. rubbing his hand right across his mouth, quickly-- he didn't want to leak!

so he looks down at that hand. at that moment, his eyes go wide, his mouth agape, and-- well somebody set up the tents because the mirthful messiahs have landed ]

Holy motherfucking shit--