Anise was actually sleeping well for once. When morning came, she was curled up on her side, her arms tightly hugging her pillow in the same way they would usually hold Tokunaga
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Aw, man. Really? Really? That just wasn't being fair. They hadn't even gotten to see if the place had paint or not. That was just disappointing. He'd need to plead with the nurses a bit more. Maybe if he tried some sort of pouting face
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Well if he was going to be schoolfed on human religion, he might as well reciprocate with information on his own. Not that he'd try and convert this man or anything. A motherfucker had a right to his own way of thinking, and he wasn't the forceful sort. He smiled, pleased to be able to share with someone else, as so few were interested in hearing about it at home.
"The Dark Carnival's just like... Well you know I'm all up worshippin' clowns, right? That's what the Mirthful Messiahs are. So of course they'd all take motherfuckers to a carnival. It's like endless miracles, brother. Where a motherfucker can go and just all be himself, and everyone's happy." It being 'dark' didn't seem to matter much to him. Trolls were a nocturnal species, after all.
"You worship...clowns?" Carter raised an eyebrow. Powerful, benevolent gods seemed worthy of worship, or even powerful evil ones, but clowns were just silly.
The rest didn't sound too bad. A nice place where everyone can be themselves, Carter imagined heaven being somewhere similar. A happy, peaceful places where nobody fought or got hurt, and nobody mocked you for being a little slow and having Indians for grandfathers. That would be quite a miracle in itself, he supposed.
The young troll just nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, bro! Nothin' all bein' up and wrong with that shit. Clowns is bein' the embodiment of laughter and good motherfuckin' cheer, right? Who all's not wantin' that?"
Granted, the clowns on the posters on his walls looked more like the type to take your head off with a chainsaw before they'd throw a party for little children, but it was all good to him. Karkat said they were creepy, but Gamzee figured that was just his way of saying he was more interested in watching romcoms than worshiping them. Everyone had to have their own priorities.
"I...guess that makes sense," Carter said, still very confused. "Clowns are kinda nice. But how do you worship a clown?"
This wasn't a religion that made much sense to him. Not that he'd ever thought deeply about religion, but he'd gotten the general impression that you couldn't just go worshiping people as gods. Even clown type people.
"How does a motherfucker worship anyone?" And it wasn't like it was just any random clown. They were the Mirthful Messiahs! They were particular clowns! That made all the difference, surely. But he saw how this could be confusing for the man, what with him not knowing anything about the religion until it had been brought up just now. All ignorance on the subject was easily excused.
Now that he thought of it, mentally referring to the man as, well, just 'the man' was probably something they could fix before they got any further. "Oh shit, I all forgot." He held out a hand, because this was still something trolls did. "My name's Gamzee."
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"The Dark Carnival's just like... Well you know I'm all up worshippin' clowns, right? That's what the Mirthful Messiahs are. So of course they'd all take motherfuckers to a carnival. It's like endless miracles, brother. Where a motherfucker can go and just all be himself, and everyone's happy." It being 'dark' didn't seem to matter much to him. Trolls were a nocturnal species, after all.
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The rest didn't sound too bad. A nice place where everyone can be themselves, Carter imagined heaven being somewhere similar. A happy, peaceful places where nobody fought or got hurt, and nobody mocked you for being a little slow and having Indians for grandfathers. That would be quite a miracle in itself, he supposed.
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Granted, the clowns on the posters on his walls looked more like the type to take your head off with a chainsaw before they'd throw a party for little children, but it was all good to him. Karkat said they were creepy, but Gamzee figured that was just his way of saying he was more interested in watching romcoms than worshiping them. Everyone had to have their own priorities.
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This wasn't a religion that made much sense to him. Not that he'd ever thought deeply about religion, but he'd gotten the general impression that you couldn't just go worshiping people as gods. Even clown type people.
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Now that he thought of it, mentally referring to the man as, well, just 'the man' was probably something they could fix before they got any further. "Oh shit, I all forgot." He held out a hand, because this was still something trolls did. "My name's Gamzee."
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