The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz, and the sky with no clouds.

[drinkthebleach]

Who: Pickles the Drummer and Gamzee Makara
When: Backdated to the first week of November.
Where: The boarding house in Sector 4.
Summary: Following this conversation over the network. Nothing to see here. Just two bros doing sedative slime together. Totally legit.
Warnings: Alien troll drugs and the effects that they have (will be revised if anything

Comments

[narcotizes]

[ pickles would probably be greeted with a face that wasn't gamzee's ( it was a boarding house! various people lived there, after all! ), but it wasn't hard to find him at all after entering, whether he asked for the troll or just walked a long, down the hallway. wherever there were people, there was gamzee. he kind of unconsciously disliked being alone when John wasn't around-- and ever since Jade left, their room was empty a majority of the time.

without even trying, pickles will see a pile of bicycle horns in the middle of a few people, and on top of that pile, his stoned out troll bro. ]

[drinkthebleach]

[And that's what happened. He's greeted by somebody he never met before, he asks where Gamzee was, and they probably responded by asking Pickles who the fuck he was. But he gets out of that conversation one way or another, strolls down the hallway, and then it's not difficult at all to pinpoint Gamzee: he was the guy on top of the mountain of honk horns.

Pickles arches an eyebrow. Sometimes he forgot that Gamzee was a clown, because the troll-thing kind of trumped it on the list of descriptive nouns. And he wasn't the first high-as-a-kite clown that Pickles has met in his lifetime (though Gamzee was a hundred times cooler than Dr. Rockso). Nudging a loose horn with his foot, he waves.] Uhh...hey, dude. How's it going?

[narcotizes]

-- Yo!

[ he shifts in his horns to face pickles, crawling rather sloppily off the pile to stand. he's-- tall. tall for a supposed thirteen year old. maybe it was the horns that added to his height, but being kind of lanky probably added to it too. he extends his hand, inviting pickles to hand-smack and fist bunp. ]

Haha-- 'Sup my mothefucker?

[drinkthebleach]

[He reaches for Gamzee's hand and expects your normal, every day, run-of-the-mill handshake. He wasn't expecting a bro shake, so Pickles a little slow to catch on.] Oh.

[Fist bumping back, his face cracks into a grin.] Not much. What's goin' on with you?