06-15-2017, 01:20 AM
Well that was...
Quick. Miraculously so. The clown boy was used to making fast friends but this was almost spontaneous. He got the feeling that he and the blue chick were going to get along just fine. He promptly shook the damp and dank from his long lanky ass and tried his best to keep up with his new friend, who was quite literally bouncing off the walls. It seemed as though every step was actually a hop, every swerve and swivel actually a full three hundred and sixty degree twist. Lil' blue gal didn't show any signs of slowing down any time soon, either. The clown resisted the urge to sigh. Been a lo-o-ong time since he's had to actually you know...
Do stuff.
In all honesty, Gamzee was pretty excited. He has a new bro/sis/whatever she was, and a new direction in life. The possibilities were truly endless, as they so often happen to be in situations such as these. Perhaps he should start with the basics though, he thinks to himself as the pair makes their way through a desolate and dilapidated playground - just the first set piece on the road to an objective that Gamzee had already forgotten.
"So uh, I didn't quite get around to catchin' your rightful moniker, if I do recall at all," He begins, rather unabashedly whimsical in tone and speech pattern. The gooey girl ceases her ceaseless skipping about to turn around and face her new tag-a-long, walking backwards to keep a decent pace as she does.
"Oh! Oh right, right. Name's Graowr!" She chirps. Her declaration is met with yet another blank stare from the face-painted boy.
"Yaknow, like the sound? Grraooowwwrrr!" She imitates a feral wolfbeast, snarling playfully and splaying her hands like claws. "But you know, shorter sounds! Maybe less theatrical. Or more! I haven't really decided yet."
"Ohhh that's actually pretty motherfuckin' wicked! Never heard a name sound like a sound before. Pretty chill," he adds, eloquently.
"Those are certainly some words that could describe Graowr! Graowr being me, not the sound. Anyways, what about you?" Graowr asks, falling in line beside the tall alien. He smelled vaguely of fruit. Not unpleasantly so, just pretty fucking odd.
"Oh, oh right I guess that would be ungentle of me to like, not provide the some such similar information. My name is Gamzee Motherfucking Makara," He pronounces proudly with a goofy grin. Lil' Blue tilts her head, tossing him a curious look. She was pretty sure that was an earth swear of some sort, but the placement in between two different names would suggest-
"That a middle name?"
"Yaknow, I've been asked that a lot lately and I never really know what to tell folks, so I's just lets 'em call me what they wants. Same with you, Lil' Blue! Call me whatever man. But like, not 'Whatever', 'kay man?"
What.
Quick. Miraculously so. The clown boy was used to making fast friends but this was almost spontaneous. He got the feeling that he and the blue chick were going to get along just fine. He promptly shook the damp and dank from his long lanky ass and tried his best to keep up with his new friend, who was quite literally bouncing off the walls. It seemed as though every step was actually a hop, every swerve and swivel actually a full three hundred and sixty degree twist. Lil' blue gal didn't show any signs of slowing down any time soon, either. The clown resisted the urge to sigh. Been a lo-o-ong time since he's had to actually you know...
Do stuff.
In all honesty, Gamzee was pretty excited. He has a new bro/sis/whatever she was, and a new direction in life. The possibilities were truly endless, as they so often happen to be in situations such as these. Perhaps he should start with the basics though, he thinks to himself as the pair makes their way through a desolate and dilapidated playground - just the first set piece on the road to an objective that Gamzee had already forgotten.
"So uh, I didn't quite get around to catchin' your rightful moniker, if I do recall at all," He begins, rather unabashedly whimsical in tone and speech pattern. The gooey girl ceases her ceaseless skipping about to turn around and face her new tag-a-long, walking backwards to keep a decent pace as she does.
"Oh! Oh right, right. Name's Graowr!" She chirps. Her declaration is met with yet another blank stare from the face-painted boy.
"Yaknow, like the sound? Grraooowwwrrr!" She imitates a feral wolfbeast, snarling playfully and splaying her hands like claws. "But you know, shorter sounds! Maybe less theatrical. Or more! I haven't really decided yet."
"Ohhh that's actually pretty motherfuckin' wicked! Never heard a name sound like a sound before. Pretty chill," he adds, eloquently.
"Those are certainly some words that could describe Graowr! Graowr being me, not the sound. Anyways, what about you?" Graowr asks, falling in line beside the tall alien. He smelled vaguely of fruit. Not unpleasantly so, just pretty fucking odd.
"Oh, oh right I guess that would be ungentle of me to like, not provide the some such similar information. My name is Gamzee Motherfucking Makara," He pronounces proudly with a goofy grin. Lil' Blue tilts her head, tossing him a curious look. She was pretty sure that was an earth swear of some sort, but the placement in between two different names would suggest-
"That a middle name?"
"Yaknow, I've been asked that a lot lately and I never really know what to tell folks, so I's just lets 'em call me what they wants. Same with you, Lil' Blue! Call me whatever man. But like, not 'Whatever', 'kay man?"
What.
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