First level

[walksonrooftops]

[Since there's already a good few animals parading the city now, have one more.

Asato is now a...well. It's not anything that can be named outright, like a cougar or a bear or a crocodile. But it's big, covered in tough hide like thick leather, walking around on strong legs with coarse black fur. His stature is hunched, like his top is too heavy

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[makaracles]

[A shaggy black goat ambles up, apparently completely unafraid of the drooling monster. He appears to be chewing something, and he blinks sleepily at Asato, his tail flicking behind him.]

[walksonrooftops]

[At first he figures it must be another person affected by this transformation, and he wonders if he knows him.

Then he catches the goat's scent.

Immediately, he begins to hiss and growl, back arching and fur bristling. He recognizes that scent--and he remembers being kicked and beaten, albeit only vaguely. The most he remembers is fear, and he reacts accordingly.]

You.

[makaracles]

[Gamzee flicks his ears, looking confused, or at least as confused as a goast can look.]

Think I'm me, bro. [looks down at his hooves and just ... stares at them for awhile] Maybe not. Man, I don't even know.

[walksonrooftops]

[Asato assumes it's some sort of ruse, a game the goat is playing with him. He lets out a sharp, threatening sound like a screeching bark.]

What do you want?

[makaracles]

[The ears immediately flick back at the loud noise.] Woah, motherfucker, I was just all saying hello, you don't gotta get your screech on about it.

[walksonrooftops]

Liar. [He growls, teeth bared, stance low as if he's ready to pounce if the goat comes closer.]

I don't believe you!

[makaracles]

[Gamzee just stands there, though, looking completely befuddled.] Oh. Okay. Well. [his tail flicks back and forth] See you, bro, I guess.

[walksonrooftops]

Why are you doing this? [It's a cruel game the other is playing. It must be.]

[makaracles]

Woah, I don't even know. I just woke up like this, motherfucker.

[walksonrooftops]

Not that. Don't play stupid! [He hisses.]

I remember you. You attacked me. You did...something...to my head. I don't just forget things like that.

[makaracles]

[The goat's silent for a moment, because he does sort of remember something like that. He remembers that it felt damn good, too, that there had been a taste ... but he's pretty sure Karkat wouldn't approve of that.] Oh. Yeah. Guess I got my subjuggulate on a little hard.

[walksonrooftops]

A little?

[He lets out a screeching roar in anger. Too bad he's not his usual shape right now or he could show all the bruises, especially the huge black-and-blue patch on his side and chest from the impact of the juggling clubs, and demand to know if that really constitutes 'a little'.]

[makaracles]

[Funnily enough, the bruises wouldn't convince Gamzee of anything - trolls tend to get rough normally. If he remembers anything, it'd probably be the screaming he'd feel guilty for.]

Hey, you ain't dead, motherfucker, what's all the big?

[walksonrooftops]

That just isn't something friends do. I trusted you!

[Maybe he'd been wrong in doing so. Maybe he'd opened up too easily. It was his fault, he figures, but it doesn't keep him from being deeply hurt.]

[makaracles]

Oh. Okay. [is obviously a bit confused and at a loss, and his tail switches back and forth restlessly] Sorry, bro?

[walksonrooftops]

[He snorts and tosses his head in agitation. He doesn't really get why Gamzee is acting this way now, but he's wary.]

I don't understand you.