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BUT A BROTHER'LL BE ALL EATING *YOUR* MAMA'S BOX WITH IT, BITCH.
honk honk honk.
BUT UHHHHH...
been getting some little squishy motherfuckers to be sprouting up where all they ain't never was sprouting before.
THOUGHT THEY WAS BEING AT SOME NASTY ASS PUSTULES.
but some of them fuckers be all getting they look on somethin like what's them toadstools out back kinda do.
DUNNO WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO TO A MOTHERFUCKER, THOUGH.
ain't ate on one before cuz they ain't full grown. :o/

> zzzzzz
> Lame.
> Well, let me know when they're in, I'll help test run.
> Though if we're being honest with one another, I'll be impressed if they're anywhere close to the crap I got off Pandora.
> Hell, I'd even market it for you.

> I'm not waiting for that to pick up the leaf though.

[As Tavros speaks, Gamzee wilts - both literally and figuratively. His ears twitch and then droop, his shoulders slump. His eyes, had they been able to show any indication of where they were currently looking, darted slowly around the room, evading Tavros' own. As the commas and full-stops rained down upon him, he found himself chewing his nails, or picking at the scabbed-over puncture wounds that riddled his arms, or attempting to tie his dreadlocks in a knot around his face. He was a little too high for this verbal text wall, and even though he was trying his hardest to keep up, sometimes the beginnings of sentences ran into the ends of others, and words kept piling on top of each other, as they are wont to do when one has smoked a little too much of themselves.]

[And then, suddenly, the words stopped. Gamzee was able to untangle some of them from each other in his brain - enough to get a vague idea of what he'd just been told, at least. He untied his hair and took his fingers out of his mouth.]

Uhhhhhhh...

[Good start. Decent opening statement.]

I don't, uh, like... think on that you all should be motherfuckin' getting your ditch all on at nothing, neither. Not no more, at least. And, like, this motherfuckin' be a really fuckin' bitchin' way to all get your start on at that.

[He paused.]

Though, I motherfuckin' sorta be wishing at what you ain't had to all be starting your mother fucking confrontational crusade with me, ha ha...

[He didn't need the truth aura to make him spill those words. Confrontation was something Gamzee hated through and through, high or sober. He'd much rather slink away and leave a thousand things unsaid than have to deal with the stress that came with conversation.]

The things I done at you what you was motherfuckin' alluding to... Wasn't nothing what's a motherfucker's particularly glowing the fuck up with pride on. Though... though that ain't to say I'm motherfuckin' feeling no wicked regrets on it, neither.

[Tavros is, or, was, his best friend. Aside from Karkat, who was now moot as far as Gamzee was concerned, Tavros was the only one who he could feel even marginally comfortable being honest with about his feelings, even if that meant telling him that he wasn't sorry about fondling said best friend's dead body.]

Wish I could motherfuckin' say different on it, but lyin' ain't gonna do neither of us much mother fucking better, right, yo?

> fuck, yo.
> I'LL MOTHER FUCKIN THROW AT YOUR WAY A FREE GODDAMN SAMPLE OF THE FUN GUYS.
> if you all be reporting on at back to my ass on how they is.
> OR IF THEY EVEN MOTHER FUCKING DO SHIT AT ALL.
> or if they make your ass fuckin croak.
> HONK HONK HONK HONK.
> but for reals when all you be wanting to come get your fucking shit.

> i don't know what the fuck a gander bulb is amigo but sure let's talk some fucking business
> the shit i was asking for and who some fuck is getting for me amigo that makes drugs that people back home really really like
> the kind of junk you can't get off of you feel me amigo
> we make glass here hermano there's no competition we set the fucking prices
> people like that shit and they like paying for it
> my proposition is this
> you and me work together we can rule this fucking kingdom

> a gander bulb is a fuckin glance nugget, motherfucker.
> SEEM ALL LIKE WHAT'S WE GOT IS ALL TO BE BEING CALLED A UH.
> a uhhhh...

[What is word.]

> "cultural mother fuckin disparity", motherfucker.
> CAUSE BACK ON WHERE ALL THE FUCK THIS GANGSTA BE HAILING AT.
> ain't no bitch got they rocks off none about no mother fuckin weak ass glass.

> puta madre i think you are right
> glass is a nickname yeah?
> glass ice whatever it's fuckin crystal meth
> you people where you come from you seriously don't have that shit?
> it's like making fucking cookies bro
> i got a guy lined up like an investor?
> he gets us gear we are in fucking business all we need is somewhere to cook

> yoooo, brother.
> A MOTHERFUCKER AIN'T WAS TO GOT ON *NONE* OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN RIGHTEOUS-ASS EARTH FIXINGS.
> only thing close we all fuckin was to have been the slime.
> THOUGH BY THE MOTHER FUCKING SOUNDS OF IT.
> your planet got way more shit what can all fuck a motherfucker right in the nasty ass thinkpan.
> AND THAT SHIT IS THE SHIT THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS FUCKIN *ABOUT*, YO.
> long as you promise it'll fuck me up i'll cook on it with your ass.
> AND, UH.
> long as the mother fucking cut is decent. >:o/

> hermano where i come from people kill themselves as a fucking hobby
> yo we can figure out the fucking numbers once we actually make the shit
> you do this shit wrong it blows up and melts your fucking skin off yeah?
> so we have to be very very careful amigo more careful than you ever were in your whole fucking life
> i like my skin very fucking much where it is

[ "Be careful" he says to the terminally high juggalo made of weed. Yeah. ]

> i figure with paying for shit like dealers mules backers what the fuck ever you and me we pull in thirty five forty % each
> we make more we sell more we get more junkie fucks coming back
> little billy smokes my shit for a week he'll gut his fucking mama for another hit
> you got a place to do this?
> somewhere private where people don't dick around very much we want a very controlled environment
> fucking basement or something

[ The lack of regret doesn't make him feel any better. He remembers a time when Gamzee was all about other people, apologizing for just -- spacing out on him, even if they weren't actually talking. Like he was worried that he wouldn't be checked in when Tavros could possibly need him.

He lets out a long, slow breath. ]

No. And, you aren't the first person. You're just the one that, I think, I need to have an open an honest discussion with, and...

[ he chews his lip. ]

I think maybe, you need someone to help with all of the things you've got, up in your pan when they get to be too much. Someone like... me, maybe.

[Well, at least the fact that Tavros felt comfortable enough with him to use him as the first person to start having open conversations with made Gamzee feel... what did it make him feel? Proud? Relieved? He knew he hadn't treated Tavros the way the kid was probably used to being treated by him, but it was a chore to try to keep recalling how the "old him" used to act. If they were going to be real with each other, Gamzee was going to have to stop trying to be a person that he just wasn't anymore.]

[That being said, he can't quite believe what he's hearing. Gamzee just stares at him, dumbfounded - his eyes glazed over, his mouth hanging open a bit with a barely-audible "uhhhh" drawling out.]

Uhhhh... what?

[His eyes narrow a bit, not in any sort of aggressive manner, but solely in confusion. He's trying his hardest to cut through his drug-induced haze to figure out if Tavros was really suggesting what Gamzee thought he was suggesting.]

You-- You think--? Wait, uhhh...

What?

[ It's a big step.

A real big step. He'd never initiated anything. Been dragged by the nose into quadrant after quadrant, tried to haul himself out of each and every one of them with mixed results. This is the first time he's taken agency, made a choice and it's vital. ]

I, [ a pause, longer than he usually has as he sifts through words and tries to discern their meaning. When he continues, it's a little stronger. Slightly more assured. ] I want to be your moirail. If, you also want to be mine, that is.

[Yeah. That's... what he thought he was getting at. Did Tavros have any idea what Gamzee's track record was when it came to quadrants - pale ones, specifically? If he did, he still elected to proposition Gamzee like this in spite of it? If he did not, why the fuck didn't he do more research beforehand? What if they weren't from the same timeline? Wouldn't he have been better off asking their friends for input first? Gamzee couldn't imagine he was in good enough standing with anyone from back home to warrant anything close to a "positive review".]

[Before he could get any sort of coherent thought out of his sap-coated mouth, he continued to balk at the request, asking in a completely serious tone:]

Bro... you mother fucking high or some shit!? Like... like, for reals, yo. Ain't meaning at no motherfuckin' disrespect or nothing, but...

[Vague hand gestures. Tavros has to know... right? Did he seriously jump into this blind? Oh, who is Gamzee to talk - everything he himself had ever done had been without a prior thought.]

Uh... you all missed a fuckin' lot while you was dead.

[Honestly, the more Vaas talks his "product" up (whatever the fuck it even is), the more Gamzee's soulless, pupil-less eyes shine with wonder. He is definitely not above getting people so hooked on something that they wreck themselves in order to afford more. All he ever cared about were people handing him shit hand over fist.]

> motherfucker.
> I LIVE ALL THE FUCK UP IN A GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING TREEHIVE.
> ain't got no wicked fuckin sublevels in that bitch, yo.
> BUT THE PLACE AT ALL WHERE I FUCKING LIVE BE PRETTY FUCKING DESOLATE.
> neighbors be tree rats though they ain't never ratted on me.
> DUNNO WHAT THE FUCK SORTS OF SETUP YOU NEED FOR MANUFACTURING YOUR GLASS.
> but a brother got a whole forest's worth of motherfuckin space if it'll help.

You, uh, missed a lot while you were alive. To be fair, to, that objection.

[ He works a clawed hand through his mane of seaweed, chewing on his lower lip. He was no good at this, at any of the quadrant stuff. Who was he kidding even asking? Gamzee might be a righteous mess, but Tavros could remember how even Vriska at her worst still had suitors lining up at the door for her hand.

And he knew that Gamzee wanted a different quadrant. He'd known since they were six sweeps old, maybe even before that, when they hadn't cared about anything beyond having a fun time.. When there hadn't been anything to care about other than that. ]

I still want to, if, you want to.

[Were they still on Alternia, Gamzee would be jumping at the chance. In fact, he was still jumping at the chance. The only thing keeping him from having his dewy eyeballs fall out of his head in excitement was his concern for one of the only people left for him to be concerned about.]

[Though, he never was one to be swayed by trivial things like morals or logic. He takes another long, bubbly hit from the hookah before responding with a strained voice from the smoke.]

...Yeah. Fuck yeah.

[He grinned afterwards, leftover smoke filtering through the gaps between his crooked fangs. He looked as relaxed and happy as ever, eyelids drooping in a sleepy manner.]

Maybe a motherfucker all can, like... be all able at protecting in you now... like he ain't was fuckin' able to before.

> not unless you like some fucking forest fires bro
> this shit is uh
> flammable?
> you do it wrong it fucking explodes so unless you feel like burning down the forest we better do it somewhere else huh?
> trust me hermano the new guys will fuck it up a couple of times
> what about that piece of shit town i showed up in
> the empty one
> D something

OK look like it ain' all jus' cause i fuckin' died, i fuckin' failed. that shit hurts worst yo like i don't give a fuck if i kick it, but i kicked it while tryin' to keep someone safe.

they coulda got hurt cause i failed

[And now Gamzee knows why Beat didn't wanna public that]

> bro i ain't got no sliver of motherfuckin clue what all d you crawled your shit self out of.
> BUT IF ALL YOU BEING AT REMEMBERING ON HOW THE FUCK IT IS TO GET AT THERE.
> us can take a wicked as fuck field trip out to check that shit the fuck out.
> YOU DOWN WITH MOTHERFUCKIN THAT, YO? :o)

> well mother fuck, bro.
> MAYBE YOU ALL SHOULD QUIT BEING TO TRY AND KEEP OTHER MOTHERFUCKERS SAFE.
> if all you can't be keeping even your fuckin self alive.
> HOW THE FUCK YOU ALL EXPECT TO BE DOING AT IT FOR SOMEONE FUCKIN ELSE?

No! I don' care how many times I get hurt aight?! I don' give a shit 'bout that! An' if I can help even a little

[There's the rub though, he isn't really helping is he?]

I know I ain't the hero an' shit but like... I gotta try don' I?

> why you all even gotta mother fuckin try?
> TO BE ALL MAKING YOUR FUCKING SELF FEEL BETTER? >:o/
> ain't gonna do no one no good if you fuckin dead, dumbass.

I know it ain't helpin' if I die but bro, I ain't jus' gonna be able to stand 'round an' not help!

Like if you was in trouble an' shit, I'd try an' help!

An' yes I know you can handle yer own.

> you more fuckin help to me when you is alive.

Heh, bro you tryin' to say you care if I go an' die an' shit? Even if we come back?

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