♋ 9th Memo [Action + Text]

[beepbeepmeeow]

[A certain black haired, crabby troll emerges from the Catacombs. It had been awhile since he had shown his face in the city. In fact, he had been sent back home for the time being. Which had been nice, he guessed. Even though Karkat had gone home, as he had hoped for (never wanting to be in this city in the first place) now the city was a breath

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[mirthfulness]

WHERE THE MOTHERFUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?

[mirthfulness]

[His breathing settles, and he releases his grip on Karkat's shirt in order to better wrap his arms around the other troll.

Gamzee's face, devoid of paint for today, remains planted in the other troll's shirt.]

[beepbeepmeeow]

[Well that's relief, he really didn't want to have to get paint out of his shirt today. Not that it matters much. Karkat smiles, yes smiles and wraps his own arms around Gamzee. He only lets out a quiet sigh of relief, but says nothing yet.]

[mirthfulness]

Is this... is this a 'rail thing?

[Gamzee's grip tightens, and his voice has evened out to a single volume.]

Are we 'rails?

[beepbeepmeeow]

[So...he did return the feelings. That alone filled Karkat with joy. His smile brightens a bit and he gives a nod. ] Yes Gamzee we are Moirails.

[He was happy. Actually happy, it was a rare emotion for him to show. He had a moirail here and back home and everything had worked out fine. Now, he had to wonder if he should tell Gamzee about everything else...probably not right now. Perhaps he will later on.]

[mirthfulness]

Okay.

[Nope. Not letting go.]

...I don't like gettin' my harsh on like that. So many motherfuckin' things are upsettin' me.

[beepbeepmeeow]

[Neither is he.]

You can talk about them. It's what a morirail is for.

[mirthfulness]

No, I mean... Like shit that wouldn't all make me bat an eye before is just rubbin' me the wrong way now.

I don't know how to deal.

[beepbeepmeeow]

Gamzee it's hard to help you when I don't know what 'shit' you are talking about. What 'shit'?

[mirthfulness]

I'M SPEAKIN' IN GENERAL MOTHERFUCKIN' TERMS.

It ain't just any one thing, bro. I done lost my chill.

[beepbeepmeeow]

[Karkat jumps a bit as his voice raises, but he gives a friendly squeeze to their embrace. Reassuring himself.] Gamzee, how about this. Is there anything I can do to help? Other then what I already have done.

[mirthfulness]

...I dunno, bro.

[He shakes his head.]

I guess... I just gotta motherfuckin' adjust.

[beepbeepmeeow]

...[He was hoping he would say something more, but hey a lot was going on for the both of them at the moment.]

I'm here if you need to talk. We are moirials....

[He was still getting used to saying it.]

So, you know how to get a hold of me, when you have...adjusted.

[mirthfulness]

Yeah... yeah, I know.

[And it's a good feeling, knowing this. It makes him smile.]

...I... I don't think I should eat the pies no more. I haven't been, even though I got all harsh with everyone.

[beepbeepmeeow]

[He smiles back and moves one of his hands to gently pat Gamzee on the head one last time.]

Probably not. It is up to you Gamzee. I think, if you were to take them again and then stop, for whatever reason...you might 'get harsh' again.

If you don't take the pies. You can probably control yourself more and I'll be here to make sure you don't lose your calm, or calm you back down. Whatever happens first. If it happens.

[mirthfulness]

[He nods slowly.]

Shit, bro. I'm all grateful bein' that you got it the motherfuck in you to pale up with this poor clown.