GaMzEe MaKaRa ♑ ThIrD hOnK ♑ Video (backdated to Sunday night)
[There is just...noise. And the screen is moving around frantically while a deep, throaty chuckle rings out behind it, accompanied by the chattering of a less than impressed butler-bot
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[Tavros stares at the screen, blinks, then bursts out laughing.
Said troll is looking a little different right now, right down to his posture. Far more confident than usual, standing on real legs, streaks of red dyed into his hair.]
Holy shit, you're huge! Look at all that troll.
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[He gets his feet situated right between Gamzee's horns.]
Okay, try and just move with the pressure here, I guess.
[He braces his hands on the ceiling, bent in the space between, and begins pushing both upwards and down. Hopefully he can work like a lever and help his friend get freed.]
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[He cuts himself off when he feels Tavros start pushing. It's relatively uncomfortable, but he had a lot of hair as padding. Gamzee first goes limp, thinking that will help, but then braces his feet far in front of him, legs in a "V," and pulls down in a squat.
After a long moment, something Tavros is doing up there works, and Gamzee is freed--falling down onto his ass, ripping out bits of ceiling and crushing a poor, forgotten end table in the process.
He looks up as he wipes some ceiling bits off his shoulders.]
Tav? A brother didn't get himself up and gored or nothing, right?
[He keeps trying to look up, which is stupid, because it's moving his head and probably making it harder for Tavros to stay up there. Hope you're holding on to those horns, Tav!]
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I'm fine!
And you're out! Now try not to do it again, because I'm not sure I want to do this all day.
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[He glances at the front door. Why is everything so small.
But Tav is laughing, so he decides to focus on that instead.]
...what do you think your miracle wish was, this week? Not just for your oldschool legs...
...it was all for fuckin' more than that. Right?
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[Tavros grins, hopping down to the floor and resituating himself.]
How about you take a guess?
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[He smiles back at him, and then screws his face up in thought.]
A Tavbro's definitely been gettin' his chat on like he didn't before.
Was it...to not be so fucking hard on yourself? That'd be a good one, I think.
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I've got self-esteem coming out of my ears.
[He plugs said ears with a finger each, still grinning.]
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You could use some of that shit. Up and get your wicked hate on too much when it comes to your own self.
That miracle looks fuckin' good on a brother.
[He shrugs.] But I liked how you were before, too.
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[He smirks.]
And I get the feeling you just like me whatever way I am.
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[...that stops him.
But then, again--
Gamzee sits so his legs are crossed, Indian-style, and tries not to jack anything with his knees, and maybe purposely pretending like he didn't see that smirk.]
...brothers're all....supposed to like each other no matter what motherfuckin' way they are or...what they all get down to.
[Even if what they all got down to involves murder and bloodshed and a little bit of insanity, Gamzee hopes.]
Right?
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[Another grin.]
Even if you turned into a little pricklybeast I had to pull around on a leash.
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And I'd like you even if a brother was a big, fat, curly-tailed oink-beast. And I'd hold that wiggly brother in my arms and show him off, all like, "Check out this snorty motherfucker, gettin' down with the best oinkings on the fucking farmhive!"
...maybe I'd give a little oinkbrother a hat, even.
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Oh man, I would strut my stuff in that hat too. I'd be the most prized oinkbeast in the lawnring.
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[That's what they're called, right?]
...you think a Tavbrother'll get this big when he's older?
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I would assume so? Given how big you are.
[They'd have to get bigger hives when everyone grew up.]
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