❀ rapunzel | oo4; [ forward dated to Monday, Valentine's Day! ]✿

[lovingdream]

Characters: Natalia, Rapunzel, and all of you!
Location: The Grand Tregua!
Time: From around 5pm to... however long you stay. c:
Style: I'll be tagging in [ first ] but anything is cool!
Status: Just about as open as it gets! COME ON YOU KNOW YOU ALL WANT SOME LOVING.

[ Through the course of the past week, you may have heard some rumors about the coming

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[faygot]

[Well, he certainly isn't an antisocial type, but he sure as hell has never attended a valentine's day dance. Or done anything romantic ever. But he is here! Because all that music and dance sounded like a wonderful motherfucking party to him.

And he brought his date Faygo!]

Woop woop, sis.

[faygot]

[oh god they are going to kill someone. Gamzee does not have the mental faculties for this.]

Woah, sister. That hair is all up a motherfucking miracle. That's a shitload more hair than I have ever even fucking done seen.

[lovingdream]

[ akjsdhkh Laughing and blushing. So embarrassed! ]

You should see it when it's down! [ alksjd ] And there's a reason it's so long. I'll show you later, okay?

[faygot]

You done gotta make motherfucking sure I get my motherfucking remember on later, cause shit, sister, I wanna see.

[He pauses twirling her for a moment. Sloooow realization.]

Aww, you a brown-blooded motherfucker, sis? All up like my bro Tavros?

[lovingdream]

Brown-blooded?

[ From the extent of her face Gamzee can see, from the twirls, she looks completely confused. ]

Isn't blood red..?

[faygot]

[He come to a complete stop in place. Her braid is probably still swinging. OH GOD LOOK OUT PEOPLE.]

Only if you are all up a mutant motherfucker, right? Shit, I ain't too steady on my hemosphere stuff, sister.

[lovingdream]

Oh! I'm not a mutant!

[ killing everyone with hair brb. ]

Everyone has red blood, right..? I've healed tons of people, [ like two maybe. ] and they've all had red blood!

[faygot]

Maybe it is another motherfucking weirdass human thing?

[He blinks so slowly, before prodding at the indigo symbol on his shirt.]

My blood colour is all up being this motherfucking colour, sis. Ain't not a drop of motherfucking red getting its run on in these veins.

[lovingdream]

It's purple..?

[ The artist in her is like OMG SO COOL but the human in her is like WTF GO SEE A DOCTOR. ]

... huh. That's fucking strange! [ She pauses. How to say this a not sound weird- ] If you ever get hurt, tell me! Then I can show you my... 'secret talent'!

[faygot]

Nah, brosis. It is all up motherfucking being indigo. I ain't a seadweller just yet. Not that all this motherfucking hemosphere shit makes any amount of sense to this motherfucker.

[He blinks and leans a bit closer. Is it like a secret?]

Sure. Can I all up know what the wicked talent is, or is it supposed to be a miracle? Get me all up surprised when you motherfucking do it?

[lovingdream]

It's not a secret, really... [ Rapunzel stops dancing, and brings her braid out to her front side. She pauses momentarily, before snapping her fingers. ]

You know what? If you want to go outside for a minute, I can show you what happens!

[faygot]

Sure. Eh, you need a motherfucking hand getting your carry on for all that motherfucking hair?

[lovingdream]

Nope, I'm fine! It's a little heavy, but I'm used to it!

[ Aaaand leading them out the door, going toward the gardens /o/ ]

[faygot]

[And he follows like a good little boy. He's all up curious about what she got to show him now. But he won't pester. Miracles come to those who wait, after all.]

[lovingdream]

[ They reach the garden! Rapunzel takes a seat at a nearby bench, and quickly goes to work, picking the fresh flowers out from her hair. When she's finished, she undoes the braid. Sure, it would still work if her hair was braided, but it wouldn't look as nice!

Rapunzel takes a rose and uses the thorn to pierce her skin, getting just a bit of blood to spill out. ]

This isn't the miracle, but see? Red!

[faygot]

[He plops down on the bench next to her, reaching over to cradle his hand in his, staring at the pinprick of bright red.]

Woah. I ain't ever done seen a motherfucker with blood that fucking bright.

[Well, no. Maybe he has. Something niggling at the back of his mind that he quickly shoves aside. If it were important, it'd come up again more clearly.]