03-07-2018, 04:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-07-2018, 04:52 PM by Gamzee Makara.)
"Ain't Mama Godwin a sweetheart, Strawso?" Gamzee chirps. He had a pep in his step and his hand in a bag of candy the Mixtress had given to them as a gift. "Y'all share now," She chided after them out the door. It was a bag filled with small gelatinous creatures of all different colors and flavors. Bears, Strazio had called them. Gummy Bears. Gamzee fuckin' loved them. He ate them by twos and threes, delighting at the fusion of flavor.
"She is certainly kinder than most, I'll give her that," the mage says with a nod. In all honesty, it surprised Strazio how caring the woman was. While she made a nice living selling brew, life had clearly not always been so kind to her. She was in the Omniverse, after all. That alone was enough to give lesser people a bitter outlook on existence, but not Mama Godwin. No, she was an endless supply of sunshine and empathy. Even when her son Peter had been lost to the wild, possibly never to be heard from again, the woman was a font of hope and perseverance.
"So, where to now, friendo?" Gamzee says with a light elbow and a gummy bear offering. Straz takes the confectionery, studying its red hue before promptly plopping it into his mouth.
"It's getting late. We need to talk to Rumford. After that? Probably find a place to bed down."
"Oh geez, take me out to dinner first, motherfucker," the troll says with a smirk and a wink. Strazio promptly ignored the terrible joke.
They walk in relatively comfortable silence. Once in a while, there would be a rustling, and some gummy bears would be sacrificed to the cause of Gamzee's sweet tooth. The moon is hung high by the time they reach Rumford's residence. Gamzee goes to knock, but his mentor stops him.
"Note," he says plainly, ripping the piece of paper from the door. It had been stuck into the thick oaken wood with a shiny silver dagger.
"Daggers really just be the knife's more dangerous cousin, know what I'm saying?" Gamzee says. Strazio does not in fact know what he's saying, he thinks.
"Stop thinking, Gamzee."
"Way ahead of you, Strawso."
The mage suppresses a groan and holds the letter up into the moonlight.
And with that information, Strazio Rockwell sighed and leaned his forehead against the door, right next to the knife. From behind him, he hears his apprentice make a poor attempt at stifling a giggle.
"You alright back there, Gamzee?" Strazio chances in an exasperated tone.
Fighting through the little snickers and snorts, Gamzee smiles a big, winning smile before saying, "That motherfucker called me lovely!"
Wonderful.
"That sugar better not keep you up all night. I don't wanna have to knock you the fuck out," he says. He only really half-meant it.
"She is certainly kinder than most, I'll give her that," the mage says with a nod. In all honesty, it surprised Strazio how caring the woman was. While she made a nice living selling brew, life had clearly not always been so kind to her. She was in the Omniverse, after all. That alone was enough to give lesser people a bitter outlook on existence, but not Mama Godwin. No, she was an endless supply of sunshine and empathy. Even when her son Peter had been lost to the wild, possibly never to be heard from again, the woman was a font of hope and perseverance.
"So, where to now, friendo?" Gamzee says with a light elbow and a gummy bear offering. Straz takes the confectionery, studying its red hue before promptly plopping it into his mouth.
"It's getting late. We need to talk to Rumford. After that? Probably find a place to bed down."
"Oh geez, take me out to dinner first, motherfucker," the troll says with a smirk and a wink. Strazio promptly ignored the terrible joke.
They walk in relatively comfortable silence. Once in a while, there would be a rustling, and some gummy bears would be sacrificed to the cause of Gamzee's sweet tooth. The moon is hung high by the time they reach Rumford's residence. Gamzee goes to knock, but his mentor stops him.
"Note," he says plainly, ripping the piece of paper from the door. It had been stuck into the thick oaken wood with a shiny silver dagger.
"Daggers really just be the knife's more dangerous cousin, know what I'm saying?" Gamzee says. Strazio does not in fact know what he's saying, he thinks.
"Stop thinking, Gamzee."
"Way ahead of you, Strawso."
The mage suppresses a groan and holds the letter up into the moonlight.
Strazio Rockwell
You took too long, you lazy bum. I've finished my business with the day and retired to my quarters for the night.
I know you're a homeless vagabond, so I've prepared a guest room for you and whatever 'lovely' company you dragged along to their doom(s).
Key is in the houseplant next to the ruddy door
Second Room on the left.
Dinner in the kitchen.
7 am sharp.
You took too long, you lazy bum. I've finished my business with the day and retired to my quarters for the night.
I know you're a homeless vagabond, so I've prepared a guest room for you and whatever 'lovely' company you dragged along to their doom(s).
Key is in the houseplant next to the ruddy door
Second Room on the left.
Dinner in the kitchen.
7 am sharp.
And with that information, Strazio Rockwell sighed and leaned his forehead against the door, right next to the knife. From behind him, he hears his apprentice make a poor attempt at stifling a giggle.
"You alright back there, Gamzee?" Strazio chances in an exasperated tone.
Fighting through the little snickers and snorts, Gamzee smiles a big, winning smile before saying, "That motherfucker called me lovely!"
Wonderful.
"That sugar better not keep you up all night. I don't wanna have to knock you the fuck out," he says. He only really half-meant it.
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