[In front of the golden entranceway stood a tall, muscular troll, staring idly at the architecture before him. Once the influx of light fully flooded his shades, he hissed under his breath. This wasn’t his hive! Equius Zahhak, sweaty and confused, was somewhere he had never meant to end up. Was she here as well? One could only hope, he mused
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Maybe he has a condition. A condition related to his grey skin and, uh, horns. Chrome doesn't like to be judgmental of other people so she isn't going to be freaked out by this. Ken is her friend and he has fur sometimes, so.]
Um.
Are you. Okay?
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I... am just in need of a clean towel. Now, I will direct that question right back to you; you look awful.
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I - I feel fine.
[Chrome is sort of sickly at times, but that's only because her organs are technically illusions. She feels all right at the moment, though, and she doesn't have any visible injuries besides her missing eye.
Maybe he is saying that she is unattractive. Chrome does not make a habit of looking in the mirror unless she needs to disguise herself somehow. It wouldn't bother her precisely to hear such a thing, although she would wonder if this man was attempting to pick a fight with her.
AT ANY RATE, here is Chrome holding out a clean towel, courtesy of her abilities. ]
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Thank you. My name is Equius Zahhak.
[His words are shaking just a bit, but we'll crack that up to his sudden nervousness. He's only just realized that he has no idea where this creature lies on the hemospectrum. Could he have offended a highblood...?]
Might I... ask your place in the hierarchy?
[Aaaand now he's preparing himself for a slap in the face, or worse, might this woman be a highblood that he's spoken out of turn to. Not that he wouldn't happily accept any punishment...]
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turns it off
almost immediately]
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Heeeeeeeey, it's the mechanic. We're really piling them up here.
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Oh, you're here too. This is somewhat of a relief.
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[ though in typical unlucky fashion, that meant she had to explain everything. ]
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Your judgment surrounding the nature of things is questionable, at the very best. However, this situation may call for cooperation with you, and so I will ask that you erase my confusion.
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except today, she's found something even better!
she spots him near the city hall building, grinning widely - it's unmistakably him! yes!! she approaches him, fast on her feet--]
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you now have one (1) moirail sitting, proudly and excitedly, atop your sweaty chest. what do you do?]
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N-Nepeta...?
[And so he stares, his eyes glistening behind his shades. His lip might have wibbled a bit, but he's just so STRONG it might have been a vein about to burst. Yes, that's exactly what that was. It just would not do for someone of his masculinity to show this amount of relief openly.]
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Be hushcoddled motherfucker, and become what is now a joyful ninja straight tippin the magic of the planet of magic.
It is this planet, brother.
And we
are on it.
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Planet of magic, you say? I won't argue the logistics of where we are with you, but... I encourage you to remove your hand from my soiled back, please.
That was a suggestion; not a command, if that might have been unclear.
[Aaand we all know that last comment was a lie. If anything, Gamzee's subtle touch was only making his sweating issue many times worse.]
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[And he holds up his sweatpalm, showing it to Equius. He himself hasn't seen it, but he can feel it, and what he feels is a glistening image of mirth itself. He knows what Equius wants. He knows it better than perhaps anybody, that what he needs is not a towel. It is bliss.]
Gaze upon that surface what has once been alone and but now has found you, my motherfuckin brother. How motherfuckin right it be, here on a flying miracle itself, to be all up on my greeting.
You straight perspire joy, am I right?
[The weird palm sweat has become magical powder in tandem with the wishes in Gamzee's soul. It has begun to float away from his hand, but not from Equius, because he is straight living in his natural self.]
Embrace it, motherfucker!
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Yes, it is good to see you, Gamzee.
However, perspiring joy... No, I'm afraid I can't place that in the list of my bodily functions.
[You know what he will embrace? Towels. These glorious towels that so readily sop up the mess covering his STRONG body without a single word of complaint.]
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