09-29-2015, 12:10 PM
Karkat didn't know what he was dealing with here. Karkat didn't really know how to deal with what he was dealing with here. This human kid had let loose a slew of swears and curses, and it was clear his skill at hating things was almost equal to the Low-Blood's own. In fact, the crabby little alien was so shocked that he didn't actually know how to respond to this development, other than with more swearing. A lot more swearing.
Gamzee begins to shuffle around in his pockets, searching for something.
"Oh fuck you! Fuck you! You can't just start talking to yourself like a mental patient, swearing at us and yourself all the while, and then turn around and start to fucking greet us like it never happened and as if we were dignified guests instead of some asshats that walked into your fucking domicile!"
Gamzee continues to scrounge around in his bottomless pockets, a look of supreme concentration on his painted face.
"Listen you crazy bastard, I don't know what your goddamn problem is but you better straighten out your internal shit before you start acting all fucking insane. We're all just as confused as you are, so don't act like you're entitled to anything, because you fucking aren't, you little shit!
Adam is speechless. His mouth stands agape.
The High-Blood's face lights up in delight, and it seems he has found what he has been looking for. He begins to reach into his pocket-
“Don’t you fucking dare, you clowny fuck!”
Karkat would be impressed at this human's ability to get a word in if he wasn’t so flabbergasted and mildly pissed off. Adam has made a move for his rifle, grabbing it from the wall it was leaning on. He levies the barrel at Gamzee Makara, the first High-Blooded Troll he has encountered in quite some time. He was making quite the effort at acting cordial at first, but then this little shit stain of a mutant just popped off, and Adam Gaite don’t take no shit from no troll. The clown freezes, hand clutching some unidentifiable item as it is about to leave his pocket. His eyes are wide, mouth drawn together tight. Not necessarily a frown, but...
Slowly, ever so slowly, the tall Troll pulls out a rubber bicycle horn.
Silence.
honk
Adam stares blankly at the creature, barrel wavering.
honkhonk
Adam tentatively places his weapon back in its resting place at the wall. His hands float up to his skull, fingers beginning to massage his temples. God his head hurts. God this is stupid.
Gamzee nonchalantly drops the horn back into his pocket before extending a hand to Adam in greeting.
“Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gun. My moniker happens to be Gamzee Makara, and this crabby little explosive is my best bro Karkat. Mistress Guu said that your disposition is not all up and chummy with what we were all up and motherfucking made to be as trolls, so...What’s good in your hood, brother?”
Honk-Ass human needs some motherfucking pie.
Karkat is too busy catching flies with his mouth to respond to whatever the fuck this was.
Gamzee begins to shuffle around in his pockets, searching for something.
"Oh fuck you! Fuck you! You can't just start talking to yourself like a mental patient, swearing at us and yourself all the while, and then turn around and start to fucking greet us like it never happened and as if we were dignified guests instead of some asshats that walked into your fucking domicile!"
Gamzee continues to scrounge around in his bottomless pockets, a look of supreme concentration on his painted face.
"Listen you crazy bastard, I don't know what your goddamn problem is but you better straighten out your internal shit before you start acting all fucking insane. We're all just as confused as you are, so don't act like you're entitled to anything, because you fucking aren't, you little shit!
Adam is speechless. His mouth stands agape.
The High-Blood's face lights up in delight, and it seems he has found what he has been looking for. He begins to reach into his pocket-
“Don’t you fucking dare, you clowny fuck!”
Karkat would be impressed at this human's ability to get a word in if he wasn’t so flabbergasted and mildly pissed off. Adam has made a move for his rifle, grabbing it from the wall it was leaning on. He levies the barrel at Gamzee Makara, the first High-Blooded Troll he has encountered in quite some time. He was making quite the effort at acting cordial at first, but then this little shit stain of a mutant just popped off, and Adam Gaite don’t take no shit from no troll. The clown freezes, hand clutching some unidentifiable item as it is about to leave his pocket. His eyes are wide, mouth drawn together tight. Not necessarily a frown, but...
Slowly, ever so slowly, the tall Troll pulls out a rubber bicycle horn.
Silence.
honk
Adam stares blankly at the creature, barrel wavering.
honkhonk
Adam tentatively places his weapon back in its resting place at the wall. His hands float up to his skull, fingers beginning to massage his temples. God his head hurts. God this is stupid.
Gamzee nonchalantly drops the horn back into his pocket before extending a hand to Adam in greeting.
“Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gun. My moniker happens to be Gamzee Makara, and this crabby little explosive is my best bro Karkat. Mistress Guu said that your disposition is not all up and chummy with what we were all up and motherfucking made to be as trolls, so...What’s good in your hood, brother?”
Honk-Ass human needs some motherfucking pie.
Karkat is too busy catching flies with his mouth to respond to whatever the fuck this was.
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