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[faygot]

I GuEsS
I AiN'T GoT AnY OtHeR ShIt tO Be fRoNtIn
At yOu mOtHeRfUcKeRs eXcEpT
I'M ReAlLy fUcKiN SoRrY.
So mOtHeRfUcKiN SoRrY.
I DoNe uNdErStAnD If yOu mOtHeRfUcKeRs
AiN'T WaNtIn tO Be sPeAkIn tO Me aGaIn.
It's cOoL.
I'M GoNnA Be tRyIn mY FuCkInG HaRdEsT
To kEeP ThIs sHiT FrOm hApPeNiN AgAiN.
If yOu pEoPlE CaN DiG ThAt.

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

H3H3H3H3 SO WHOS3 BLOOD D1D YOU US3 TO WR1T3 TH4T?
YOUV3 GOT SOM3 N3RV3 M4K4R4, TH4TS FOR SUR3!
1F 1 H4D MY W4Y YOUD B3 SW1NG1NG FROM 4 ROP3 R1GHT NOW

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

[ Regardless of whatever the fuck he "looks" like, Terezi smells a dirty rotten clown coming towards her... and rises in one fluid motion, twisting her upper body with her cane held high...

And, without warning, swings it at his face as hard as she can. ]

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[faygot]

[Even if he could've dodged her fluid quick movements while high, he doesn't. Doesn't want to. He has caused enough damage fighting, hasn't he? So he won't fight ever again. No matter what happens. A half-baked, rash idea, but that's the way Gamzee rolls.

He takes the cane to the face, dropping backward, already none to steady on his feet. Indigo blood starts dripping from his nose, but he doesn't move, just staying where he has fallen.]

Done deserved that fucker, didn't I?

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

Yeah. You did. That was for what you did to Dave.

[ She's glad he didn't dodge it. It's somewhat vindicating, having landed that blow, and she feels a lot better having dealt it. ]

...

[ But then she kneels down and does the unexpected-- using her sleeve to wipe the blood dribbling from his nose with tender care, a touch far too gentle for a legislacerator. ]

You could have dodged that, dumpass.

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[faygot]

[Her wiping away his blood is surprising, but this is her show, innit? Hes willing to roll with whatever she does to him. He's pretty sure he deserves it anyway.]

I ain't wantin' to fight anymore, Terezi. I done enough of that shit, yeah.

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

I owe you drubbings for the others too, but to be honest, I don't want to smell anymore blood for a while. Not even yours.

[ She offers him a hand up. ]

Come on.

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[faygot]

[ He takes her hand, letting her pull him up. He stands there, slumped and tired. ]

Shit. I'm so fuckin' sorry, brosis. I know it ain't gonna be makin' shit right or anything, but here.

[ He fishes around in his pocket, before finding the crayon, holding it out to her. ]

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

[ That's enough to bring a smile to her lips, at least. ]

Well, it is my favorite color... hehehehe...!

[ She offers him a piece of chalk and gestures towards the pavement. ]

Wanna?

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[faygot]

[He takes the crayon, starting to draw in great long lines on the pavement. He has no idea where he is going with this, but he's sure it'll be what it was supposed to be in the end. Like a miracle.]

Hey, you mindin' if I ask you some shit?

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

[ Draw, draw, draw! Terezi's working on a very crude-looking dragon, which just so happens to be eating the clown she drew earlier. ]

Depends! What is it?

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[faygot]

[It seems Gamzee might be drawing a whole lot of crude stick figures? Who knows. Certainly not him. They've all got horns though so that is a give-away.]

How's best frien-- Karkat?

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

[ A frown and a pause. Terezi debates on whether or not she should even answer him. ]

How do you think he's doing? Miserable and self-loathing, but... hahahaha, that's not really all that unusual, is it?

[ Okay, okay, she answers him a bit more seriously. ] He blames himself for all of it.

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[faygot]

[He leans his chin on his knees, adding another stick figure. This one is supposed to be Karkat, you can tell by the utmost grumpy expression it has.]

It ain't bein' his fault. I'm the one who fuckin' fucked up. Shit, it gets my glad on he did what he done.

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

Now if we can just get that through Karkat's stupid think pan we'll be all set! [ Scribble, scribble, scribble... ] Heh! At least you don't have to worry about me. I blame you thoroughly.

[ Leaning over his work, Terezi gets a whiff of his drawing of Karkat. ]

No, no, no, that's all wrong! Grumpbeasts are waaaaay more frowny than that! Hahaha!

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[faygot]

Shit. Lemme--

[He gets his scribble on again. And keeps scribbling until the frown is bigger than the stick figure's head. He's such an artist.]

I want him to be chill again, but I don't know how to be fixin' that.

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[omnomr3dch4lk]

[ She nods, happy with this work of art. That captures his likeness perfectly! ]

You'll have to fucking figure that one out, because I don't know what to tell you!