[Gamzee was back in his own little world, sprawled out on the couch so lovingly labeled "Gamzee's Couch" by a piece of paper taped to one of the cushions. His roommates couldn't stand the sap leaking from him, dripping onto the upholstery and making the entire thing smell like Snoop Dogg's paradise.]
[Bong nestled between his legs, the nymph almost dumps it all over the floor as he's startled into consciousness by the pounding on the door.]
HONK!! Shit...! Fuck...
[Rubbing his half-lidded eyes, he set the bong on the coffee table in front of the couch and sat up. It gave him a huge head rush to suddenly be semi-vertical, but he managed to ignore the feelings of wooziness and instability. Rising unsteadily to his feet, he took his sweet ass time getting over to the door and trying to remember just how the locks worked.]
Hold up, motherfucker... uhhhh...
[Every fucking time. Every fucking time his roommates left, they locked the damn door. Gamzee liked to not only leave it unlocked, but leave it wide open. He encouraged intruders, it made for a more interesting day when strangers popped in. His clawed, green fingers fumbled with the bolt and chain, eventually getting them undone and opening the door.]
Whoaaa, yo, bruh...!
[Gamzee had seen quite a few monsters thus far, but never anyone who looked quite like Stan. He was the first goblin to be encountered, and he definitely didn't put them to shame. In turn, Gamzee was bright green, having just watered himself. Flowers, seaweed, and pot leaves were woven into dreadlocks on his head, some of them pulled back and stuffed under a hat. Purple, pointed thorns jutted out from his shoulders, elbows, and basically any other joint on his body. Luckily, he'd put clothes on today. Loose-fitting things that didn't leave much to the imagination, but at least he wasn't naked.]
Look all like a motherfucker be gettin' his sun tan on for too goddamn long, yo! If I got some of that fuckin' aloe shit ever to be growin' up the fuck outta me, you'll all be the first fucker to get their know on of that noise, promise!
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[Bong nestled between his legs, the nymph almost dumps it all over the floor as he's startled into consciousness by the pounding on the door.]
HONK!! Shit...! Fuck...
[Rubbing his half-lidded eyes, he set the bong on the coffee table in front of the couch and sat up. It gave him a huge head rush to suddenly be semi-vertical, but he managed to ignore the feelings of wooziness and instability. Rising unsteadily to his feet, he took his sweet ass time getting over to the door and trying to remember just how the locks worked.]
Hold up, motherfucker... uhhhh...
[Every fucking time. Every fucking time his roommates left, they locked the damn door. Gamzee liked to not only leave it unlocked, but leave it wide open. He encouraged intruders, it made for a more interesting day when strangers popped in. His clawed, green fingers fumbled with the bolt and chain, eventually getting them undone and opening the door.]
Whoaaa, yo, bruh...!
[Gamzee had seen quite a few monsters thus far, but never anyone who looked quite like Stan. He was the first goblin to be encountered, and he definitely didn't put them to shame. In turn, Gamzee was bright green, having just watered himself. Flowers, seaweed, and pot leaves were woven into dreadlocks on his head, some of them pulled back and stuffed under a hat. Purple, pointed thorns jutted out from his shoulders, elbows, and basically any other joint on his body. Luckily, he'd put clothes on today. Loose-fitting things that didn't leave much to the imagination, but at least he wasn't naked.]
Look all like a motherfucker be gettin' his sun tan on for too goddamn long, yo! If I got some of that fuckin' aloe shit ever to be growin' up the fuck outta me, you'll all be the first fucker to get their know on of that noise, promise!