10-04-2015, 01:03 PM
There were a million and one things Adam really wanted to say about pretty much everything that had just happened. He was kind of curious about this whole tournament business, but more on the, ah....watching end of things, rather than participating. But as he tried to formulate the exact extent to which he would most definitely not be fucking participating in that shit, he was finding it disproportionately hard to form his disagreement into coherent sentences. The fact that there is apparently someone else here that just might be another SBURB player, that wasn't a walking neon sign of "LET'S DIG UP THOSE REPRESSED MEMORIES KID", had him more distracted than he'd care to admit.
The name didn't ring any bells, meaning it wasn't anyone he was familiar with, which didn't exactly do anything at all for his spirits. They were neither lifted nor crushed. They just kind of....were.
Blinking once to snap out of his dazed thought process, Adam is confronted with the painted, dopey visage of Gamzee staring at him. Adam recoils ever so slightly, a visible cringe flitting across his face as he backs away half a step.
NO YOU IGNORANT FUCK I AM NOT DOWN WITH THE CLOWN. I AM NOT UP WITH THE CLOWN. I AM NOT ANYTHING WITH THE CLOWN, CLOWNS ARE FUCKING MORONIC.
A twitch of one eye hinted at his barely-contained rebuttal, but otherwise there was no sign of the shitstorm of anger boiling away in his cranium. He merely slapped one hand over his eyes again, groaning in something approximating weary resignation. "If I said no you wouldn't just leave and we could all forget this entire ordeal ever happened, would you."
For a split second there is a flash of confusion, before the same dopey look that was hard to decipher -- something between being half asleep, utterly oblivious, and probably....high as fuck, or something -- was back in its ever-present position on the highblood's face. "Can't say as there'd be any chance of anything like that happening. Can't go and just be leavin' the task from my mistress all up and half done."
"I didn't think so..." Shaking his head, Adam dropped his hand from his face, and wearily retrieved his rifle from its resting place leaning against the wall. "Okay, okay....whatever. Yeah, I'm in, I guess."
The name didn't ring any bells, meaning it wasn't anyone he was familiar with, which didn't exactly do anything at all for his spirits. They were neither lifted nor crushed. They just kind of....were.
Blinking once to snap out of his dazed thought process, Adam is confronted with the painted, dopey visage of Gamzee staring at him. Adam recoils ever so slightly, a visible cringe flitting across his face as he backs away half a step.
NO YOU IGNORANT FUCK I AM NOT DOWN WITH THE CLOWN. I AM NOT UP WITH THE CLOWN. I AM NOT ANYTHING WITH THE CLOWN, CLOWNS ARE FUCKING MORONIC.
A twitch of one eye hinted at his barely-contained rebuttal, but otherwise there was no sign of the shitstorm of anger boiling away in his cranium. He merely slapped one hand over his eyes again, groaning in something approximating weary resignation. "If I said no you wouldn't just leave and we could all forget this entire ordeal ever happened, would you."
For a split second there is a flash of confusion, before the same dopey look that was hard to decipher -- something between being half asleep, utterly oblivious, and probably....high as fuck, or something -- was back in its ever-present position on the highblood's face. "Can't say as there'd be any chance of anything like that happening. Can't go and just be leavin' the task from my mistress all up and half done."
"I didn't think so..." Shaking his head, Adam dropped his hand from his face, and wearily retrieved his rifle from its resting place leaning against the wall. "Okay, okay....whatever. Yeah, I'm in, I guess."
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