06-29-2017, 01:44 AM
Jesus. It's motherfucking crowded in this tiny ass office building. Gamzee mutters something profound that only he could hear. He watches that...what was his name? Inal? Anal? Yeah. Yeah that was it. That Anal asshole lounging about the couch. If he wasn't so banged up, he might've taken this shit outside right now, done this shit one on one without Straz. He never really liked anybody that thought so motherfuckin' highly of themselves. 'Specially folks that thought they were gods. Only real gods were the Mirthful Messiahs, Gamzee knew that deep down in his heart. He'd put an end to this blasphemy, even if it killed him - and it just might.
God everything was sore. He can't even imagine how shitty Straz felt. The face painted fool looked down at his best human bro, who was in dire straits if there ever was such a thing to be in. He was pretty sure all that blood had stopped flowin' thanks to the cauterization-ness of Straz. But the pain for fucks sake. Gamzee was surprised he hadn't blacked out at this point. The fact that he was just trying to sleep was admirable.
The troll looks up to find God Anal staring directly at him, all the while seductively licking and engorging his Yellow Phallic Fruit. He had this look in his eyes the High-Blood didn't take too kindly to.
Ew.
Gamzee hoists Strazio over his shoulders. Strawso voices his annoyance in the form of an unintelligible grunt, but is in no position to argue about it. He carries him off down a random dimly lit hallway, just missing Graowr as she and her fellow burst through the doors all in a tizzy.
He follows the length of the hall, looking through each of the doorways presented to him. Finally, he finds what he's looking for. He sees a room that must have served as the break area for the workers, complete with a couch, a vending machine, some tables and chairs, and a fridge. Gamzee gingerly sets his buddy down on the couch, hoping the blood doesn't ruin that fine ass upholstery.
Then he sighs, dropping his ass on the floor. Been a long motherfucking day. Maybe he just gon' rest his eyes for a bit. Yeah.
God everything was sore. He can't even imagine how shitty Straz felt. The face painted fool looked down at his best human bro, who was in dire straits if there ever was such a thing to be in. He was pretty sure all that blood had stopped flowin' thanks to the cauterization-ness of Straz. But the pain for fucks sake. Gamzee was surprised he hadn't blacked out at this point. The fact that he was just trying to sleep was admirable.
The troll looks up to find God Anal staring directly at him, all the while seductively licking and engorging his Yellow Phallic Fruit. He had this look in his eyes the High-Blood didn't take too kindly to.
Ew.
Gamzee hoists Strazio over his shoulders. Strawso voices his annoyance in the form of an unintelligible grunt, but is in no position to argue about it. He carries him off down a random dimly lit hallway, just missing Graowr as she and her fellow burst through the doors all in a tizzy.
He follows the length of the hall, looking through each of the doorways presented to him. Finally, he finds what he's looking for. He sees a room that must have served as the break area for the workers, complete with a couch, a vending machine, some tables and chairs, and a fridge. Gamzee gingerly sets his buddy down on the couch, hoping the blood doesn't ruin that fine ass upholstery.
Then he sighs, dropping his ass on the floor. Been a long motherfucking day. Maybe he just gon' rest his eyes for a bit. Yeah.
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