06-21-2017, 01:27 PM
"Where exactly are you going?" Batman growls, piercing eyes falling on Gamzee.
"Aw, I was just you know. Gon' enjoy some fresh jungley air. Is uh, that okay?"
Batman's gaze lingers on the clown for a second longer, before he nods. "Be back inside soon. We need to rest for the trek ahead."
Gamzee exits the safe house nonchalantly."Okay, Bat Dad," he snickers under his breath once outside.
He still trying to get the hang of this whistling thing. It was difficult, kinda frustratingly so - and Gamzee never got frustrated about anything! As he stepped outside, he was immediately feeling a little drained and depressed. The loggers really took a chunk out of this forest. It was as if someone just drove a knife into a tree trunk repeatedly, forever scarring the wood and leaving some of the bark blank and bleeding. Scattered equipment lay in heaps and piles, ranging from big pushy monstrous looking things to chainsaws, helmets, axes; anything that could be found on a person. It kinda made Gamzee wonder what had happened to all the inhabitants of this island before it was appropriated for Dante's Abyss.
He traverses the logging field with relative ease, using his staff as needed. He had to pole vault over a pile of stray logs once, but did so with elegance and grace. Elegance and grace befitting a cat with tape stuck to its foot, that is. He barrel rolls on landing, eventually coming to a groaning stop. He sits up, brushing off the wood shavings and dirt. The troll would very much like a shower, at this point in his life, more so than he ever has before. Twigs, grass, and the like clung to his mass of wild hair. It was gonna take forever to get that shit out, he just new it. I mean, it was all up and just doing its own thing up in his hair, but it was like, there you know?
"Aw, I was just you know. Gon' enjoy some fresh jungley air. Is uh, that okay?"
Batman's gaze lingers on the clown for a second longer, before he nods. "Be back inside soon. We need to rest for the trek ahead."
Gamzee exits the safe house nonchalantly."Okay, Bat Dad," he snickers under his breath once outside.
He still trying to get the hang of this whistling thing. It was difficult, kinda frustratingly so - and Gamzee never got frustrated about anything! As he stepped outside, he was immediately feeling a little drained and depressed. The loggers really took a chunk out of this forest. It was as if someone just drove a knife into a tree trunk repeatedly, forever scarring the wood and leaving some of the bark blank and bleeding. Scattered equipment lay in heaps and piles, ranging from big pushy monstrous looking things to chainsaws, helmets, axes; anything that could be found on a person. It kinda made Gamzee wonder what had happened to all the inhabitants of this island before it was appropriated for Dante's Abyss.
He traverses the logging field with relative ease, using his staff as needed. He had to pole vault over a pile of stray logs once, but did so with elegance and grace. Elegance and grace befitting a cat with tape stuck to its foot, that is. He barrel rolls on landing, eventually coming to a groaning stop. He sits up, brushing off the wood shavings and dirt. The troll would very much like a shower, at this point in his life, more so than he ever has before. Twigs, grass, and the like clung to his mass of wild hair. It was gonna take forever to get that shit out, he just new it. I mean, it was all up and just doing its own thing up in his hair, but it was like, there you know?
Quote:SHB -> B15, splitting off from Dante and Batsy.
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Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
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