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WHO: Tavros Nitram and Gamzee Makara
WHAT: LOTS OF TISSUES AND TALKING ABOUT SHIT and maybe some sad rapping if they feel up to it who knows
WHEN: After Gamzee and Karkat's hug fest
WHERE: Gamzee's crib I guess?
Well, that was bullshit.
He was, rather. Karkat had toddled off, back to his apartment, probably to fix the parts of his face that Gamzee had taken his ragefit out on. Ah, gog, did he really do that?
Ugh, his head is a mess. A big fucking mess. He feels so weirdly calm, and the feelings with that are not, at present, helping anything at all.
Gamzee cracks a bottle of Gatorade, the blue kind because that shit is delicious, and takes a long drink.
He wonders if Anders has bought any of those luxurious 'Skettios' that he has fallen for. He climbs the counter, looks in the pantry, then remembers he still doesn't know how to open those fuckers, so he gives up.
The Gatorade is cool for now. He hops down from the counter and takes up his bottle again before heading to his room to stuff himself under the blankets and nurse his drink and just never go outside again. Depression, he decides, is also a bullshit thing he's not used to and he wonders if being angry is always followed by this mucky, yucky feeling he's got filling his stomach and making it heavy.
He wonders if electric lights can fix this like they fixed him being sick, or that's what he thinks they did.
Didn't he have someone coming over?
If he did, he doesn't even remotely remember.
WHAT: LOTS OF TISSUES AND TALKING ABOUT SHIT and maybe some sad rapping if they feel up to it who knows
WHEN: After Gamzee and Karkat's hug fest
WHERE: Gamzee's crib I guess?
Well, that was bullshit.
He was, rather. Karkat had toddled off, back to his apartment, probably to fix the parts of his face that Gamzee had taken his ragefit out on. Ah, gog, did he really do that?
Ugh, his head is a mess. A big fucking mess. He feels so weirdly calm, and the feelings with that are not, at present, helping anything at all.
Gamzee cracks a bottle of Gatorade, the blue kind because that shit is delicious, and takes a long drink.
He wonders if Anders has bought any of those luxurious 'Skettios' that he has fallen for. He climbs the counter, looks in the pantry, then remembers he still doesn't know how to open those fuckers, so he gives up.
The Gatorade is cool for now. He hops down from the counter and takes up his bottle again before heading to his room to stuff himself under the blankets and nurse his drink and just never go outside again. Depression, he decides, is also a bullshit thing he's not used to and he wonders if being angry is always followed by this mucky, yucky feeling he's got filling his stomach and making it heavy.
He wonders if electric lights can fix this like they fixed him being sick, or that's what he thinks they did.
Didn't he have someone coming over?
If he did, he doesn't even remotely remember.