[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?
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[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?