09-30-2015, 07:41 AM
Good fucking mother of apparently not really that merciful GOD this was the most bullshit Adam had ever seen in recent memory -- not that recent memory was all that inclusive of anything that wasn't bullshit to one degree or another.
But this....THIS......THIIIIIIIIIIIIS was a huge, fresh, steaming, fragrantly spewing its horrid stink everywhere PILE of bullshit that he was finding very hard to cope with without devolving into the incoherent rage-drivel he had once been quite well known for.
It was only the sheer amount of "what" running through his mind at Gamzee suddenly pulling a bicycle horn that was restraining him from launching into a counteroffensive right back at the crabby little expletive-spewing troll and attempting to match him expletive for expletive and pointless rage level for pointless rage level.
That and the growing headache that was now firmly settled in place.
"You just....the....with the....and the....." His hands dropped from trying to massage the pain out of his head to cover his eyes, curling into fists and looking like he was on the verge of clawing his eyes out. A long, quiet groan of disgruntlement issued forth from the incredibly confused and thoroughly displeased heir of time, trailing off into an odd growling muttering.
He was reacting about as well as anyone else might who's rage had just been straight-up executed by a three honk volley from a clown's bicycle horn.
He didn't quite recoil and shriek when Gamzee extended a hand, but he most definitely did jerk away, flinching and dropping one arm from over his eyes to over his chest, looking ready to ward off an assault, and keeping the other one over his face in a gesture that said clearer than any words "OH DEAR GOD PLEASE DON'T HIT ME".
When the highblood merely went on talking Adam slowly shifted the hand over his face so he could see again, his expression locked into a wide-eyed stare of still-present confusion and what looked to a barely-restrained mixture of fear, anxiety and slowly-dwindling rage.
"I....you....and Guu.....what." It was more than just simple exasperation at that point. It was more of Adam's brain chugging along two steps behind and struggling to keep pace with the conversation. He just stared blankly with his expression unchanging, as if awaiting clarification or trying to formulate things to make sense in his head.
Admittedly probably both.
But this....THIS......THIIIIIIIIIIIIS was a huge, fresh, steaming, fragrantly spewing its horrid stink everywhere PILE of bullshit that he was finding very hard to cope with without devolving into the incoherent rage-drivel he had once been quite well known for.
It was only the sheer amount of "what" running through his mind at Gamzee suddenly pulling a bicycle horn that was restraining him from launching into a counteroffensive right back at the crabby little expletive-spewing troll and attempting to match him expletive for expletive and pointless rage level for pointless rage level.
That and the growing headache that was now firmly settled in place.
"You just....the....with the....and the....." His hands dropped from trying to massage the pain out of his head to cover his eyes, curling into fists and looking like he was on the verge of clawing his eyes out. A long, quiet groan of disgruntlement issued forth from the incredibly confused and thoroughly displeased heir of time, trailing off into an odd growling muttering.
He was reacting about as well as anyone else might who's rage had just been straight-up executed by a three honk volley from a clown's bicycle horn.
He didn't quite recoil and shriek when Gamzee extended a hand, but he most definitely did jerk away, flinching and dropping one arm from over his eyes to over his chest, looking ready to ward off an assault, and keeping the other one over his face in a gesture that said clearer than any words "OH DEAR GOD PLEASE DON'T HIT ME".
When the highblood merely went on talking Adam slowly shifted the hand over his face so he could see again, his expression locked into a wide-eyed stare of still-present confusion and what looked to a barely-restrained mixture of fear, anxiety and slowly-dwindling rage.
"I....you....and Guu.....what." It was more than just simple exasperation at that point. It was more of Adam's brain chugging along two steps behind and struggling to keep pace with the conversation. He just stared blankly with his expression unchanging, as if awaiting clarification or trying to formulate things to make sense in his head.
Admittedly probably both.
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