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nahhh, bruh.
A MOTHERFUCKER ALWAYS GOT TIME FOR HIS BEST BUDDING BUDDY. >:o)
the fuck be up with your bad motherfuckin self, yo?

[Gamzee had no problem with Stan entering the apartment. As mentioned before, he loved inviting random people into his home. Tossing the door closed (lest he get an earful from his roommates later), he quickly followed after the old man-thing, an intrigued grin plastered all over his face.]

Heh heh heh, sorry, bro. Ain't knowin' that shit were a motherfuckin' sore subject for you.

[In response to Stan's question, he opened his mouth to mention that some of the marijuana seemed to possess a different amount of psychedelics in them than others, but soon closed his mouth again in favor of "hmm"ing quietly. Better to not scare away the customer before he made the sale.]

Not all what I can motherfuckin' be sayin' I do, brother of mine. All the plants what ain't the pointy leafs be havin' some sort of the same motherfuckin' effect no matter what the fuck they all look like, but the leafs be the strongest ones.

[In other words, everything that grew out of him was laced with THC: the passion flowers, the seaweed, his blood, his sap, even the branches growing from his scalp. Obviously the most potently laced was the marijuana, so that's all that he sold.]

Why? You wanna be signing your ass up for the goddamn newsletter if all somethin' else poke itself the fuck outta me!?

_{[He has to be cool about this. He has to not sound like he isn't constantly breaking pencils in attemps to calm down.]}

are you outside somewhere?

_{[Nailed it.]}

[It's like this guy is speaking another language entirely. Navel would marvel at it, if he didn't have an end goal in mind.]

I don't smoke, personally. But if you trust your product enough, then, perhaps, it might be profitable to have a business going. It shouldn't be too hard for me to establish a few runners. However, this will entirely depend on the demand in Bavan. Are you interested?

[ The frown on his face fails to falter, Stan only able to comprehend about half of what’d been said to him. He thinks it’s saying everything on its body had some hallucinogenic property, the leaves themselves significantly more so. But did that also mean it had tried smoking or eating other things growing from its body? He narrows his eyes, uncertain whether to call it cannibalistic or just plain stupid. ]

It’s called variety. [ He says, turning to look around the room. ] Could actually expand your business if you play your cards right. [ What he’d really been hoping for was poison, something strong enough to knock out not just man but beast as well. There wasn’t much on the market and stealing it from a naga or nymph was a last resort for Stan. The consequence of thieving hands could be quite costly; the crystal he'd taken from a troll worth nothing compared to what it had lost him in the long run. Now that had been a bad investment.

Stan rests his gaze on the couch, wrinkling his nose at the smell that comes from it. ] Ugh. [ Getting the smell of this place out of his clothes was going to be worse than removing that Gideon smell from the carpet. ] Lets just see what you got.

Edited 2015-03-04 03:19 (UTC)

[Gamzee is a little surprised Henry is texting him like this, honestly. They hadn't spoken much over their communicators, always more face-to-face. Was something wrong?]

fuck yeah, motherfucker!
BE HUNTING ALL FOR SOME WICKED PRIME MOTHER FUCKING REAL ESTATE.
in the trees and shit.
BUT UH.
you getting your look on for me or some shit?
DID I MOTHERFUCKIN LEAVE THE GODDAMN THERMAL HULL OPEN AGAIN?

[This guy sure is eager to get on board. It would be hella wicked to be able to expand so quickly, but Gamzee was wary about going into any sort of partnership, business included.]

maybe i motherfuckin is.
AND MAYBE I MOTHER FUCKING ISN'T.
what a brother really be wanting to get his know on of is.
WHAT THE FUCK YOU ALL THINKING AT GONNA BE BEING MOTHER FUCKING IN IT FOR YOU, MOTHERFUCKER?

ilived in a tree once it was ok

_{[THIS ISN'T GOING WELL.]}

i just thought we could hang out

_{[ "Hang Out" was what social human beings did, right?]}

[Ahhh, so he is smarter than he writes. Interesting.]

A share of the profits and a proper way to build an underground network.

I could do this on my own, but hallucinogenics of high quality would make this a lot more...efficient.

Once the groundwork is properly established, extending would be a matter of carefully removing rivals that cause issues. The city of Bavan is quite hectic in that sector.

[Hang out? HANG OUT? Henry wanted to hang out with him!? This was the most exciting moment of Gamzee's life, probably. Okay, keep it cool, bruh. Just act natural.]

uh.
LIKE, I MOTHERFUCKIN MEAN.
like, i all fuckin guess or some shit.
IF YOU FUCKING WANNA, THAT IS.
honk. :o)

Mister Makara, is it? [ It was the "gangsta" bit that clued him in. ]

I couldn't help noticing that you're offering something really amazing.

_{[Henry does not get why this guy honks all the time. Even in text. What a weirdo.]}

cool

where are you?

As you all be motherfuckin' wishing at, motherfucker!

[Gamzee ignored the scowls and scoffs effortlessly, gliding around the living room happily, sorting through the mounds of clutter on the coffee table until he procured a rather large, plastic sandwich bag full of weed.]

One oh-zee, like all you was requesting. Five motherfuckin' gold takes this little bitch the fuck home, though if a motherfucker be all getting his remember on correctly, you was wanting a goddamn test drive before you toss that bank up all at my way, yeah?

[He collapsed back onto the couch, pulling a mushroom-shaped bong off of the floor and beginning to pack a bowl with weed from a different bag.]

Hope you a fuckin' friend of the wicked bubbly-bubbly, old man...

["Smart" would be a little generous. "Business-savvy" is more accurate. Gamzee's genius did not extend past the corporate world.]

don't motherfuckin be thinkin much will be being had in the ways of no motherfucking rivals.
ONCE YOU SMOKE MY SHIT, YOU'LL MOTHER FUCKING UNDERSTAND. ;o)

whoaaaa.
HOW THE FUCK ALL YOU GOT UP TO BEING IN THE KNOW ON MY LAST MOTHERFUCKIN NAME, MOTHERFUCKER?
you some kinda spy or some shit.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

[How does he narrow down "in a forest" to someone who wasn't--]

FUCK, MOTHERFUCKER.
all was almost forgetting on you all up and motherfuckin being a tree dude too.
GROVE WHAT'S ALL MOTHERFUCKIN NORTHWAYS OF BAVAN.
thirty clusters in down the stream past the first oaks left of where the honey scent splits two trees right of the birches.
ANOTHER BIG OAK TO THE WEST OF THE MOTHER FUCKIN FELLED HICKORY AND NORTH OF THE FIR SCENT.
thereabouts is where i be. :o)

[Definitely glad Henry was a nymph.]

_{[Henry runs that through his head and creates a mental map as if Gamzee were describing a street with signs and stores he passed every day. It takes a few hours to reach the edge of town and to wander into the woods, especially in this horrid snowy weather, but eventually his presence can be felt.]

[You can't sneak up on a nymph in the woods after all.]

[Henry's movements are sluggish and he walks with his arms hugged around his chest. All the leaves have dropped off his neck branch and tail and a knitted cap hides the sad patches where his grass hair has fallen out. All this for some damn spores. Fuck his life.]}

[Sure enough, when Henry was far enough away to be out of sight, Gamzee could sense him in the forest, his leafy ears perking up and flicking a bit to listen for sounds of snapping twigs or rustling leaves in the distance. It wasn't just sound, though, it was the innate feeling of something else among the presence of nature. Of course, Henry was a part of nature, as much as he could be, but he was still part human, or part monster, or part other along with it. He was harder to sense than any other monster would have been, but he was still sensed nonetheless.]

[When Henry gets close enough to speak to, Gamzee is high up in the branches of a very tall tree. In a flurry of both flesh and bark limbs, he was twisting and bounding down the tree with the skill of a squirrel on drugs, claws hooking into the bark and having the branches twist on themselves to carry him down the rest of the way to the trunk, where he hopped off into the snow.]

Haha, yo, brother! Have yourself any motherfuckin' trouble all at findin' the joint?

_{[Once he hears the scratching of claws on bark, he pulls his attention away from a couple of strangled-looking saplings that were pushing through the snow. He had been wishing them well, it was all he had the energy to do.]

[AND THEN GAMZEE ARRIVES. Henry tenses up and his features shift slightly to hide any emotion that somehow might have made its way to the surface. The troll still scares him to a degree. He's also busy sort of hating himself and regretting that narrow hero streak that tried to rear its head those long nights ago in the fog.]}

No. The evergreens are chatty though.

[Gamzee is in much better spirits than Henry, it would seem. Maybe it's because he's wrapped up in his winter coat, given to him upon his arrival here by a generous merperson. Despite that, he was looking as ragged as his fellow nymph, plant-wise. The flowers in his hair were wilted and missing a few petals. They'd fallen off entirely throughout the course of the winter, but always tried in vain to regrow themselves.]

Mmm, ain't say motherfuckin' nothin' to my ass. Maybe they ain't likin' me.

[Gamzee was more fond of the tree he'd just climbed down from. He looked up at it fondly.]

Ain't never found one I all was likin' to be talkin' at more all than what's this motherfuckin' one is. You ever got one what's the most specialest to you, motherfucker?

[He looks back to Henry, smiling genuinely.]

Haha I guess I am something like that. [ And he's pretty pleased with himself for the lucky guess. ]

But you only ever gave me your last name.

Do you remember?

_{[Henry shivers as he picks his way through Gamzee's speech to figure out what the actual fuck he's being asked. His eyes wander to the tree and the crown that loomed over them. It's really impressive. He can see why Gamzee likes it so much. A very very patient tree.]}

Yeah. Back in Bavan.

_{[His crinkly tail swayed behind him. His brain had made the association and like a withering vine leaning toward the light, he'd dragged his pale striped ass out here. Okay. He had Gamzee. Why wasn't he feeling better yet?]

[Henry gazes down at his feet which are trying very hard to root him to the spot.]}

[ Never one to care for such novelties, Stan looks the piece over with little interest. Whatever got the job done was good enough for him, the bong he owned just something he'd confiscated. Any employee dumb enough to think he wouldn't notice a lineup at the register deserved the scare he'd caused when he found them smoking out back.

The table exhibits little of interest, the accumulated litter reminding him of the floor after Summerween (wrappers and gum that’d lost its flavor sprawled in front the television) before he finds the bag Gamzee produced. It's been awhile but it looks about right for an... oh-zee. He'd moved product by the pound, bricks the best packaging technique when it came to squeezing the most into a small space. When smuggling illegal plants across the border, the smaller the space one could hide something the better. ]

Good lord, they teach you yoots any English these days? [ He asks, sitting to the left of Gamzee while he readies the bowl. Motherfuckers wishing at… Motherfuckers? What did that even mean? ] Yeah, I’m familiar with it. [ That’s what he was asking, right? If he knew how to use a bubbler? ]

Edited 2015-03-12 17:53 (UTC)

uhhhhh...

[Processing... processing... it takes him a while to respond after this. Who the fuck would he ever only give his last name to? Granted, it sounded like some stupid thing he would do, under the right circumstances, but...?]

MOTHER OF FUCK.
you the goddamn prissy ass bitch what all was up to be givin in this motherfucker on his most righteous of outerwears!
WASN'T YOU, MOTHERFUCKER?

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