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adiosToreador [AT] joined chat.

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terminallyCapricious [TC] joined chat.

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AT: gAMZEE,

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AT: gAMZEE, aRE YOU THERE?

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AT: i KNOW THAT YOUR STATUS SAYS ONLINE BUT, iT ALWAYS SAYS THAT,

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TC: yeah, i'm motherfucking here. what's up, bro?

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AT: ,,,

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AT: wHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR QUIRK?

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TC: THAT QUIRK IS DEAD NOW, BRO. :o/

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TC: what you trolling a motherfucker for? not that i'm up and complaining.

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AT: i WANTED SOMEBODY TO TALK TO,

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AT: aND FOR SOME REASON EVERYBODY ELSE IS EITHER OFFLINE OR PREOCCUPIED WITH SEEMINGLY MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS AS THEY REFUSE TO ANSWER MY REPEATED ATTEMPTS TO CONTACT THEM,

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TC: WELL THAT AIN'T MOTHERFUCKING NICE OF THEM, IS IT?

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TC: i'm all here, anyways, brother. always motherfucking happy to talk to one of my best bros. :o)

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AT: tHANKS GAMZEE,

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AT: i KNEW i COULD COUNT ON YOU,

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TC: OF COURSE. HOW YOU MOTHERFUCKING DOING, ANYWAYS?

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TC: got anything buzzing in your thinkpan you wanting to be sharing?

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AT: yEAH,

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AT: iT'S VRISKA AGAIN,

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TC: DID SHE UP AND DO SOMETHING? ... AGAIN?

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AT: yEAH,

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AT: sOURCES HAVE POINTED THAT SHE WAS PARADOX RESPONSIBLE FOR CREATING BEC NOIR,

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AT: i DO NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND WHY SHE WAS A MAJOR VARIABLE IN HIS CREATION BUT i CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL ANGRY TOWARDS HER FOR BEING IT,

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AT: i'M CONSIDERING CONFRONTING HER,

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AT: aND, wELL, rEMOVING HER FROM THE PICTURE IN THE MOST PERMANENT SENSE POSSIBLE,

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TC: motherfuck, well ain't that a pickle if i ever saw one. i'd be all kinds of angry at her finding that out, too. i am. she's never done anything good for any motherfucker.

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TC: YOU SHOULD CONFRONT HER, BROTHER. BUT BE MOTHERFUCKING CAREFUL, SPIDERBITCH HAS SOME WICKED TRICKS UP HER SLEEVES...

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TC: like sources have all up and indicated. honk.

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AT: dO YOU REALLY THINK THAT THIS IS THE BEST CHOICE?

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AT: i DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING i WOULD LATER REGRET,

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AT: wHICH IS WHY i CAME TO YOU FOR A SECOND OPINION,

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AT: tO ME, i BELIEVE THAT YOU HAVE THE BEST INCITE OUT OF THE TWELVE HERE,

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AT: dON'T ASK MY WHY BECAUSE i WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH A SURE ANSWER,

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TC: WELL SHIT, YOU UP AND FLATTER A BROTHER, BUT I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S TRUE. I CAN TRY AND TELL YOU WHAT I'M THINKING, THOUGH.

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TC: i want you to confront her of course, she done all sorts of bad things, specially to you, so it seems like it would be all sorts of righteous, just if you motherfucking will, if you took her out.

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TC: BUT I ALSO DON'T WANT MY FAVORITE MOTHERFUCKER TO GET HURT EVEN WORSE THAN HE ALREADY HAS BY THAT BITCH... :o(

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TC: now this is a real motherfucking pickle, ain't it?

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TC: MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD DO IT... I DON'T MOTHERFUCKING KNOW, THOUGH.

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AT: tHAT'S WHERE i DISAGREE WITH YOU,

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AT: iF IT HAS TO BE DONE, i WANT TO BE THE ONE TO DO IT,

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AT: sOMEHOW IT SEEMS LIKE THAT'S HOW IT WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO END,

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TC: i know why, like i said a motherfucking minute ago, it seems right. always do what you motherfucking think is right, tavbro. but don't get yourself hurt.

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AT: i MEAN, tHAT'S WHAT i AM AIMING FOR,

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AT: tO COME OUT WITHOUT A SCRATCH, aND, yOU KNOW, aLIVE,

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AT: bUT IT ISN'T SOMETHING i CAN COMPLETELY PROMISE?

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TC: THAT'S THE PROBLEM. :o(

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TC: she could up and kill you if you ain't careful, bro.

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TC: THEN THE PROBLEMS WE HAVE WOULD BE WORSE.

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TC: maybe you should get another person's opinion. i ain't really that great right now.

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AT: iS SOMETHING WRONG ON YOUR END?

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AT: i SHOULD HAVE GUESSED THAT THERE WAS CONSIDERING THAT YOU'VE DITCH YOUR WRITING STYLE,

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AT: aND USUALLY THAT WOULDN'T BE SO CONCERNING BUT THIS IS YOU WE'RE TALKING ABOUT,

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AT: yOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A CREATURE OF HABIT FOR THE MOST PART,

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TC: IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN, BRO... BUT WE RAN OUT OF SOPOR, AND MY HEAD'S MOTHERFUCKING HURTING. I GOT SOME OTHER THOUGHTS GOING ON...

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AT: ((brb!

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TC: things rattling up in my thinkpan like motherfucking crazy, i ain't in my best mind but i'm clear-headed enough to tell you that i ain't.

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TC: ((Okay

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TC: probably ain't your biggest concern about what i'm feeling like, but since you motherfucking asked, i guess saying it's fine. i dunno... it feels like i got someone else in here saying things in my mind, and i know it is but i can't all motherfucking help it.

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AT: tHAT,,,

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AT: iSN'T REASSURING TO THINK ABOUT,

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TC: I KNOW.

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TC: you got other things to worry about, though, motherfucker, ask karkat maybe and when i'm feeling right up again maybe we can chill together, i don't know. not knowing if it's gonna go away neither.

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AT: mAYBE IT WOULD BE BETTER IF WE FIGURED OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH YOU FIRST,

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AT: aND THEN DEAL WITH VRISKA LATER,

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TC: i think it's just me. think if we knew what was wrong we couldn't do anything anyways.

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TC: I WAS THINKING ABOUT MAYBE IT'S THE SOPOR, BUT THEN...

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TC: how come i'm hearing these wicked mean thoughts?

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AT: i DON'T KNOW,

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AT: bUT LIKE, yOU'RE NOT GOING TO ACT ON THESE THOUGHTS, aRE YOU?

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TC: I DON'T MOTHERFUCKING WANT TO... BUT MOTHERFUCK IF THEY AIN'T GETTING LOUDER.

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TC: i don't motherfucking like this

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AT: uHM,

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AT: lOOK,

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AT: a LOT OF CRAZY THINGS ARE GOING ON RIGHT NOW,

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AT: aND i KNOW THAT ALL THIS INSANE SHIT CAN'T LAST FOREVER,

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AT: sO MAYBE, jUST MAYBE, tHIS IS ANOTHER THING THAT WILL COME AND GO,

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AT: iT'S ALL BEEN FESTERING AMONG US FOR A WHILE NOW SO i THINK EVERYBODY IS JUST SNAPPING UNDER THE PRESSURE,

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AT: aND IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE NO EXCEPTION,

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AT: bUT IT'S OKAY, i THINK,

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AT: lET'S NOT BLOW THIS COMPLETELY OUT OF PROPORTION YET,

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AT: i MEAN, iT CAN'T BE ***THAT*** BAD, rIGHT?

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TC: I GUESS NOT. MAYBE IT'S PART OF THE GAME I HAVE TO GET OVER, LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING TEST...

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AT: yEAH! a TEST!

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AT: yOU HAVEN'T DONE OF THOSE YET,

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AT: sEE? wE'RE ALREADY SOLVING THIS SHIT OUT BEFORE ANYTHING GOES FROM BAD TO WORSE,

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TC: maybe... man, you so smart tav. maybe if i just think of this as a test they will go away. fuck these shitass thoughts.

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TC: MOTHERFUCKER...

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TC: i'm sorry for bothering you with this extra shit but motherfuck if it ain't scaring me.

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TC: ((Yay it crashed

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adiosToreador [AT] disconnected.

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TC: IT'S FINE... IT'LL GO AWAY, BUT FOR NOW IT'S JUST SCARING ME... YOU DON'T GOTTA WORRY.

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AT: }:/

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AT: hEY,

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AT: wHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW,

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TC: on the horn pile... no one else is around.

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AT: i COULD MAKE A PIT STOP TO THE YE OLD HORN PILE IF YOU DON'T MIND THE COMPANY,

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TC: :o)

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TC: i wouldn't motherfucking mind, bro. don't know what any other motherfuckers are doing.

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AT: aW, wHOS CARES?

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AT: wE HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO OURSELVES IN FOREVER ANYWAYST,

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AT: iT BE BETTER THIS WAY,

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AT: iT'D*

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TC: YEAH, SOME TIME ALONE TOGETHER COULD BE MOTHERFUCKING NICE. :o)

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TC: maybe motherfucking chill out.

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AT: yEAH!

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AT: aND GET ALL THESE COMPLICATED EMOTIONS SORTED OUT,

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TC: SOUNDS NICE, TAVBRO.

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TC: come on come over here, then, don't keep a brother waiting too long. :o)

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AT: hAHA, i'LL BE THERE AS SOON AS i FINISH OILING UP MY ANKLES!

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AT: eQUIUS SAID IT SHOULD BE DONE EVERY OTHER DAY BUT i DO IT EVERYDAY JUST IN CASE,

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AT: aNYWAYS, i WILL BE THERE AS SOON AS i FINISH UP HERE,

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TC: OKAY. DON'T USE TOO MUCH, DON'T WANNA SLIP OR SOME SHIT.

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TC: see you soon, tavbro.

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AT: bYE, gAMZEE!

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AT: }:)

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TC: :o)

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AT: --adioToreador [AT] has ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]--

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AT: --Already finished with one ankle, Tavros moves onto the other, making sure that everything is working properly without any squeaks or creaks to be heard. The can of oil is stashed back in his sylladex before he boards onto the one and only available teleporting pad stationed in the center of the room. Here he disappears in a flash of white light and reappears in the room where all piles were to be kept, in same fashion. He steps off the platform.-- gAMZEE?

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TC: *Gamzee, of course, was sitting in the horn pile the whole time, looking around anxiously as he waited and tried to tune out the voice in his head, yet it was persistant. He sighed heavily, chewing on his lip and fiddling with a horn before he saw a flash and looked up, his eyes wide. He stayed seated and soon recognized the figure standing there as Tavros. Who else would it be? He called out to him.* tavbro...?

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AT: --Tavros turned his head towards the voice, looking over piles upon piles of scrap metal and plush dragons before spotting Gamzee peering over the top of his own pile, He waved,-- rIGHT HERE!

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AT: --He crossed from his side of the room to where Gamzee was, stepping over a few objects here and there until he could safely seat himself next to his friend,-- gEEZ, i FORGOT HOW MUCH THE BOTTOMS OF THESE THINGS JAB THEMSELVES INTO YOUR SPINES,

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TC: THAT SUCKS... *He frowned slightly, but then smiled at Tavros.* THANKS FOR COMING, TAVBRO... LOTS OF SHIT GOING ON, GLAD TO HAVE YOU HERE. *He wrapped arm around Tavros's shoulders.* ...STILL THINKING ABOUT VRISKA?

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AT: yEAH, a LOT ACTUALLY, i DON'T KNOW WHAT DO TO, kILLING HER IS THE BEST OPTION I CAN CONJURE UP AND IT PROBABLY WILL ONLY EVER BE THE BEST OPTION BUT i'M AFRAID OF HOW THE OTHERS WILL PERCEIVE ME IF i MANAGE TO DO IT, --He lays back on the pile, just enough where it isn't completely uncomfortable for him especially with the new presence of a comforting arm around his shoulders,-- nOBODY PARTICULARLY ENJOYS HER COMPANY, bUT, i DON'T THINK THEY WANT HER TO DIE EITHER,

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AT: i DON'T KNOW, mY PROBLEMS ARE STUPID AND OVERLY COMPLICATED,

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AT: lET'S TALK ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH YOU INSTEAD,

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TC: *he shrugs.* alright, brother... i'm not all sure what to say about it, though... it's getting louder... and... fuck, i should be talking about this with a moirail, right? *he sighs.* but i ain't got one of those. you're the next best thing, brother... but i'm afraid of turning you off and shit. like you said, it's probably a test or whatever but it feels like i'm failingn

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AT: dON'T WORRY ABOUT PUSHING ME AWAY WITH YOUR ISSUES, i REALLY DON'T MIND IT, jUST,

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AT: wELL, i GUESS IF I WERE IN YOUR POSITION i WOULD KEEP TRYING? i DON'T KNOW, i'M SORRY,

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AT: tHIS IS ALL NEW TO ME TOO, lOWBLOODS DON'T USUALLY HAVE THE SAME MENTAL ISSUES THAT HIGHBLOODS TEND TO HAVE,

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AT: hAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE?

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AT: wHEN YOU'VE RAN OUT OF SOPOR SLIME BEFORE, hAS THIS HAPPENED?

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TC: NO, NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED... I GOT REAL MOTHERFUCKING IRRITABLE, BUT NO VOICES... *he furrowed his eyebrows together for a moment and pressed his hand to his forehead, then closed his eyes for a moment. He stayed in this position for a few seconds before sighing and holding his head in his hands.*

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TC: i just want it to stop... *he growled softly.*

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AT: mAYBE WE SHOULD TRY TO FIND YOU MORE SLIME,

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AT: iT SEEMS LIKE AN EASY FIX UNTIL WE FIND SOME OTHER WAY TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM PERMANENTLY,

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TC: THERE ISN'T ANY SLIME LEFT...

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TC: maybe we can find a distraction. *he suddenly stood up and started walking, eventually just ending up pacing a few feet in front of the horn pile.*

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AT: yOU'RE DISTRACTION IS TO PACE IN THE SAME SPOT?

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AT: your*** omg))

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TC: *He shook his head and slowed to a stop, then sat down.*

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TC: let's just keep talking.

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AT: lISTEN, mAYBE WE CAN GET YOU SOME SLIME,

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AT: aS LONG AS YOU'RE NOT PICKY ABOUT WHERE YOU GET IT,

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TC: I DON'T MIND... AS LONG AS IT HELPS.

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AT: gOOD BECAUSE, yOU KNOW, wE DO HAVE RECUPERACOONS ON BOARD,

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AT: i AM POSITIVE THAT NOBODY WILL NOTICE IF SOME OF IT GOES MISSING,

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TC: do you have some slime in your recuperacoon, bro?

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AT: mORE THAN i NEED,

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TC: YOU WOULDN'T MIND SHARING...?

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AT: nOT AT ALL!

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TC: *He smiled a little.* we should test it out.

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AT: aND WHAT BETTER TIME THAN THE PRESENT? --He stood up from his place on the pile, reaching both hands out to help Gamzee to his feet,-- sHALL WE?

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TC: *He stood up, giggling.* LET'S, MOTHERFUCKER.

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AT: tHEN IF YOU WOULD BE EVER SO KIND TO FOLLOW ME THIS-A-WAY WE CAN GET YOU THAT SLIME BEFORE ANOTHER UGLY THOUGHT POPS INTO YOUR THINKPAN,

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TC: heheh, lead the way, tavbro. *he smiled and started walking forwards, taking his hand.*

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AT: --Tavros smiled back, allowing Gamzee to take hold of his hand as he led them both onto the transporter, Here, they both vanished in a white light, morphing back into a physical form in another hall lined with six doors on each side,--

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TC: NOW, WHICH ONE OF THESE IS YOURS AGAIN, BROTHER? *he looked at each side, the door to his own block was open.*

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AT: iT'S BETWEEN ARADIA AND SOLLUX SO,,, --He stepped off the platform, dragging Gamzee along with him,-- iT SHOULD BE THIS ONE, --He stepped up to the second door at the end of the hallway, tapped in the code he had been given into the keyboard and took a step back, It swished open not two seconds later,--

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TC: *Gamzee walked in without a word and walked to his recuperacoon, then looked over at Tavros and waited for him to come, feeling anxious.*

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AT: --Tavros followed him in, pausing only a moment to press the button that would seal the door shut before joining him at the recuperacoon,-- uHM,

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AT: dIG IN?

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TC: *he shrugged and took a scoop with his hand, shoving it into his mouth, then doing the same thing a few more times and sitting on the floor afterwards.*

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AT: --Tavros knelt in front of him after he had sunk down to the floor,-- iS IT WORKING? iS THIS WHAT'S SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN? wAS THE SLIME NOT UP TO PAR? tALK TO ME DUDE!

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TC: *he shrugged.* i mean, it'll take some time for it to sink in but... i think it's helping.

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AT: yEAH? tHAT'S GREAT TO HEAR,

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AT: dO YOU NEED ANYMORE?23:41:57


Exchange Student!golgothasTerror [GT] joined chat.

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GT: It took the better part of eight hours until jake’s plane touched down in the texan runway. His grandmother had signed him up for an exchange program in hopes that learning about a different culture would encourage him to give more thought about his future. Jake had never stepped foot out of the european borders so coming to america would definitely be an experience. Arriving somewhere in the afternoon jake had only a short amount of top to observe the camo clad natives of this state before parking himself in a bench at the airport entrance. Here he sat up straight, craning his neck over the airport crowd in an attempt to locate a member of his host family. Apparently one of them was suppose to come down and pick him up, bring him back home so he could unpack, and show him around. When it looked as if nobody was coming for him he pulled out the prepaid phone his grandmother had bought for him the day before he left london and dialed in the number his teacher had scribbled on a piece of scrap paper for him. He held the device up to his ear, listening to it ring.

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TT: So, Dirk had been notified only an hour ago that there would be an exchange student living in the apartment with him. His older brother was a fucking professional at bad timing, considering this pleasant reminder was over text while the other was in LA. Thanks for that one. Now he has to share the house with someone he's never even met before. A Jake English, apparently. Dirk was supposed to be his ride to school by next week, show him around, let him get to know the city, blah blah blah. So, here he was, pushing through the heavy crowds at the airport. It was summer, but Dirk wasn't wearing obnoxious camo shorts like literally everyone else in the city. He was in his regular white t-shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. He heard his phone's obnoxiously loud default Apple ringtone go off in his pocket, and got it out to look at the number. A European one. He looked over to find a boy on a pretty old looking phone on a bench, letting the number go to voicemail as he got closer to the other. "Jake?"

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GT: Jake heard the robotic voice alert him that the owner of the phone could not be reached at this time but if he wanted to leave them a message he could after the sound of the beep. He did not let the voicemail system get that far as he flipped the top part of his temporary cell phone shut, stuffing it in his front pocket shortly afterwards. About to get up and ask one of the locals for directions jakes train of thought was screeched to a stop when a blonde boy around his age approached him, addressing him by his name. He stood up, shouldering the straps of his backpack. "yes, thats me! Are you one of the striders?"

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TT: Oh shit. This was definitely going to be interesting for the time Jake was going to be here. So far, they were polar opposites, from what Dirk noticed. Dirk was a bit tall and lanky, Jake seemed to have more muscle. Dirk was pale and freckly, while Jake seemed to most likely be outside a lot. Shit. Dirk never agreed to this, he didn't even know about it! His brother was literally like, hey, here's a kid, fucking enjoy! God damnit. "Yeah, I'm Dirk." It was sort of hard to hear him over the large crowd of people, and suitcases being thrown around. The entire hustle of this place was pretty uncomfortable. "Do you need some help carrying anything, or are you good?"

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GT: "i think i can handle my hefty baggage." he pats the side of his camping back pack now full of supplies he was required to take with his to the states plus a few extra. "are we taking a bus to your home? Do i get to sit next to a wise cracking homeless chap who will unload a life times worth of advice to me? How many horses are around this area? I heard that texas has a lot of horses and firearms and closeted homosexuals! But, i am mainly interested in the first two out of those three, the last one is none of my business. Hey wait, i forgot to ask for your name! How rude of me, im going to be living with you the remainder of this year and i dont even know what to call you!" he stuck out a hand. "you already know who i am, but to recap my name is jake english. Your new roomie!"

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TT: Dirk simply started leading this kid out of the traffic way as he talked about homeless gay people or something. He wasn't exactly listening to whatever the fuck he was talking about, nor could he hear him that well. Once they were a bit out of the way, he turned to him and quickly shook his hand, seeming a bit uninterested. Really, though, he was already so fucking stressed about this guy living with him. It's probably gonna throw his entire schedule off. "Dirk Strider." A simple statement before he tugged on Jake's arm a bit. "Let's just get outside without getting trampled, ok?" With that, he turned again, finally being able to lead the other to the parking lot.

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GT: Jake held his hand a few seconds longer even after dirk had bluntly ignored it, allowing it to drop to his side once the other more or less dragged them both through the herds of people and across the blazing parking lot. He fanned his face with his free hand before sliding it across his already sweat slicked forehead. "cheese and friggin crackers, is it always this searing hot outside?"

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TT: Dirk let go of the other's arm, looking behind him with shaded eyes, raising a brow slightly. "Yes, but it's not that hot out today. This is the coolest it's been in weeks." Maybe Dirk was just overly used to it, because it was pushing 93 out there. He was right, though, about today being one of the coolest in a while. So, dirk didn't really mind, nor was he sweating much at all. Once they got past the many, many trucks in the parking lot, they stopped at an actual car, Dirk using the button on his keys to unlock the doors. "You can put your shit in the trunk if you want."

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GT: "could you unlock it for me? Or is it one of those that you can open up on your own?" jake walked around the car to the back, where he searched for the handle. Once locating it he gave it a soft tug, then another, then another. By the end of three minutes he had both feet on either side of the trunk now attempting to tug it open with both hands.

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TT: Dirk just watched the other, eventually interrupting his struggle by pushing him out of the way gently and taking his bag and kicking something under the car lightly, making the trunk open. He settled Jake's backpack in the trunk before closing it, giving a sigh. "There's a motion sensor under the car for the trunk."

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GT: "a motion sensor? Well, why did you keep it a secret for this long! Would have saved me the muscle power! And it wouldnt have made me look like a bumbling baffoon in front of those girls over there, not an hour in and i already have a group of foreign females giggling over my mishaps. Egad, what they must think of me." he rubbed his hands together in an attempt to get rid of the slight stinging that had made itself known in the time trying to force the trunk open.

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TT: "I really wouldn't worry about that. Pretty sure they don't actually give a fuck, and neither do I. Let's just go, ok?" The last thing he said before getting in the car and resting his head against the top of the steering wheel. This was going to be the longest fucking period of time he's ever spent with someone. So far, he's already hating the fuck out of it. At this point, he sort of wishes he was just at home by himself again. That's apparently not going to happen for a while, though.

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GT: Jake hopped into the passengers seat, moving around constantly as he strapped himself into place with his seatbelt. "gee wilikers! Forget outside, i can smell my bacon burning sitting on these man made sizzlers!!!" he pulls his shorts down in an attempt to cover more of his thighs. "hot! Hot! Hot tator tot! It is simply criminal to be expected to rest your caboose on these things! I bet you my life savings that we could cook eggs on these bad boys! What do you think, strider? Should we give it a go? Be like the mythbusters? You can be the jamie to my adam."

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TT: "Or, you know, we could.." Dirk sat up and started the car, turning the air conditioning on and turning most of the vents towards Jake, keeping one for himself as he buckled up and switched the gears to reverse, backing out of the parking space before switching again and driving away. To Dirk, this guy talked a little too much, but that may be a good thing. It may actually get Dirk to open up a bit rather than just stay quiet in his room all fucking day, which is what he normally does. As he listened to Jake this time, he could tell that the other had a bit of a thicker accent than he'd noticed before. Bits and pieces of a southern accent could be heard in Dirk's voice, but it's usually pretty well hidden with a monotoned type of voice.

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GT: He turned his head over towards dirk, waiting for him to finish his sentence. When he didnt jake filled in the silence that the other had left behind. "we could what? Do something different? You know, i am open to anything you throw at me! What would feisty youngers such as ourselves be able to do with the loads of free time summer presents us with? Shall we stroll on down to the corner store and buy was a pop or do we mosey on wards to the local rodeo where we watch in awe as- DEVILFUCKING DICKENS! Dirk! Dirk! Dirk!" by this point jakes head was completely out the window, he gaped as they passed by a gun store where a few elderly men sat outside polishing a few different kinds of firearms. Jake repeated tapped dirk in the arm trying to get his attention, eyes still fixed on the weapons. "look at those! Boy shitting howdy, would you get a load of those beauties! Pull us over! I have to get a closer look at those pups!"

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TT: Dirk gave a sigh to the other's questioning. The end of the sentence was turning on the ac so the other would stop being so loud. That obviously didn't work, though, because he just KEPT TALKING! Holy shit! Dirk is going to lose his fucking mind by the time Jake goes home! Dirk tensed up when Jake raised his voice, finally glancing over at what the other was talking about after being poked a million times. The gun store. Wow. Dirk removed a hand from the wheel, tugging on the sleeve of Jake's shirt to pull him back in the car before rolling up and locking the windows from the panel on his door, giving Jake a small glare as they stopped at a red light, once again smacking his forehead on the top of the steering wheel before sitting back up again. "Can you just calm the fuck down, please?"

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GT: Too busy admiring the pistols perched on one of the front steps jake didnt put up much of a fight when being pulled back into the car, nor did he fuss when the windows were rolled up and locked. All he did in response was press his face and hands again the cool glass, staring at the store until it was well out of their sight, only then did he sit back in his seat. "pardon my sudden burst of excitement but i couldnt pass up an opportunity to gaze upon those top notch displays of metal work! Did you see the designs engraved in those pistols? It must have taken them months, no. YEARS to get them just so! I wonder how old they are. Do you think theyre for sale? Maybe i could ship them back to my grandmother. Hm."

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TT: "You can't even buy a gun here, much less ship it back. You have to be 18 and a citizen, and to my knowledge, you don't fit either of those categories. Also, they come with the engravings. It takes five minutes at a factory in Austin. You're welcome." Being this snappy to someone he just met wasn't his intentions, but he's never been around someone so loud, or jumpy. It was new, and it annoyed him to a new fucking degree. After the light turned green, he started driving a little further away from town, seeing large houses and tall apartment buildings. A familiar sight. His house, a penthouse at the top floor of an apartment building, was only minutes away from here.

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GT: "five minutes, you say? Huh. I would have thought it take more time." jake began to flip through the radio stations, never really stopping on one. "what sort of things do you like to do, dirk? I am afraid that we never found ourselves a middle ground so far. I think we would get along a lot easier if we found a common interest. Why dont we start with food and hobbies? Tell me all about what activities interest you the more or your favorite dish!"


(( This is a prompt for Dirk wherein he works with recovering victims of human trafficking and is acting as a temporary caretaker for one of their most recent cases. This is geared toward recovery and hurt/comfort, but due to the nature of the roleplay, it's in NSFW for content. No smut will be present in this, at all, and no romance without plenty of development. Any characters are welcome, but please run your choice by me first. Let me know if there’s anything else that needs discussing and enjoy. )) God, how did he get roped into this? Dirk was considered a prodigy all throughout his high school and university years; there was no doubting his skill was as genuine as they came, but alongside intelligence came egotism, and with a sensitivity to even the slightest changes in a situation but in people especially, there was a tendency to, as one of his old professors had put it with a healthy dose of stark amazement, "play puppetmaster." If something didn't go exactly as he'd calculated, Dirk would crumble almost instantly, and this was very, very much NOT according to plan. The actual plan? In brief, it entailed joining a special subdivision of the police department, gaining acclaim and the respect of his peers and superiors, being promoted, and enjoying as much notoriety as he could get. This? This was glorified babysitting detail. In retrospect, Dirk knew it was bound to happen eventually, but he had hoped it could have waited until he had more of a foothold in his career, not when he was so green he smelled like a fresh meadow breeze, but there was no help for it now and he would have to take his assignment like the adult he claimed to be. His department worked with human trafficking; more specifically, tracking down victims and separating them from the people that handled them. Dirk mostly worked with the technological aspects of each case with no hurry to have any part in doing the dirty work, but the clean-up crew had come looking for him regardless. It was more often than not the responsibility of a network of safehouses to take in and rehabilitate the victims that were often traumatised and suffering from a great deal of abuse and battering. However, once those resources were tapped out, it was up to the members of the police department themselves to give those victims a place to stay, and as luck would have it, Dirk was slated to be the caretaker of their latest recovery. Joy upon joys. It had to be some cosmic joke that Dirk Strider, resident stone-faced techmonkey and manipulative bastard, as proclaimed by those of his peers eager enough to make an enemy of him, would be put in charge of all things domestic and mothering. Toddlers caught one glimpse of his awkward fumbling in the face of anything even resembling the terror of "emotions" and screamed bloody murder, for god's sake. If there was anyone, anyone out there less suited for a job that took tact and delicacy, it would be him. Try telling that to his hardass of a captain; every complaint of Dirk's fell onto deaf ears, and there was nothing left to do now but square his shoulders, man the fuck up, and hope he didn't cause too much irreparable damage. After he'd gotten word that his charge was going to arrive later on in the evening, thankfully sedated for the ease of transportation, Dirk took to alternating between pacing the floor of his apartment and attempting to clear away the clutter of disembodied robotic limbs and gutted torsos with the wires still unattached and sticking out like innards he'd left lying around from the tinkering he did in his spare time. Finally, one of his female colleagues notified him that she was on his metaphorical doorstep and they were brought in, a plainly malnourished thing whose name he'd been informed of in their case file, though he was hard-pressed to recall it now. Though he had a spare room left abandoned since his younger brother had flown the nest, the two of them worked together to settle Sleeping Beauty on the couch with a pillow and blanket he'd managed to scrounge up from a linen closet filled to the brim with swords. At last, that part of his job was complete. Dirk bid goodbye to his coworker and settled on the floor nearby to fill out the requisite paperwork in order to finalise the arrangement of him having legal responsibility for the survivor until they were deemed rehabilitated and fit to rejoin society. He couldn’t help but wince at the wording of that, chewing absently on the cap to his pen as he marked his signature and initials in the appropriate place. Once that was finished, he passed the time waiting for them to wake by continuing to piece together one of his latest mechanical projects, one that was unfortunately slow going due to his numerous trips to the kitchen and back. Shit, he really did have a problem with stress eating. Not that he wouldn't eagerly go to his death before admitting it to anybody, mind, but it was a problem he could at least acknowledge in the privacy of his own thoughts, thank you very god damn much. Finally, after what felt like hours but what likely wasn't nearly that long, he was alerted to a sound that had him dropping his third consecutive glass of Orange Crush in order to rush back into the living room where his charge waited, apparently awake and alert. "Oh, wow, uh, hey there. Welcome to the waking world." Shit, now was the time to say something befitting of a caretaker. "Listen, I know you're probably ten kinds of disoriented right now, but there's no need to worry. You're safe now." Oh, god damn, the shades, he still had his shades on. Dorky pointed anime sunglasses were not what one would consider professional eyewear, and Dirk mentally kicked himself as he slid them off and into his back pocket, leaving the warm gold of his irises visible. It made him feel odd. Exposed. He'd get over it; there was no way it could be worse than what they must have been experiencing now. Belatedly, he realised that this was probably time for him to make introductions. "My name's Dirk Strider. I’m with the police and I'm the one you’re going to be staying with for a while. Not long, hopefully, just enough so that we can be sure everything's... uh, shipshape." Shipshape? Holy fuck, was he ever bombing this. "Is there anything I can get for you? Food and water’d probably sound nice about now, yeah?" Nailed it.

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GT: Open up your window, i brought you some burger king!

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TT: What.

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TT: What the fuck.

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TT: Why are you at my window. What are you doing.

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GT: I thought it was pretty clear what i was, or am doing outside of your window.

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GT: I came to bring you your burger king!

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GT: You see, i crossed paths with a half used coupon book this morning while on my daily jog around the block.

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GT: And me being the curious cat i am plucked it right off from its place on the ground to see if it was any good.

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TT: Oh my god.

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GT: The only two coupons that were expired or covered in grime was one for burger king and the other for a laundry mat.

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GT: And you can guess which one i decided to cash in first.

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GT: Mainly because the laundry mat closes at ten, and burger king keeps its drive through open until twelve.

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GT: Anyways, i got us both a big kids meal!

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TT: There is no such thing as a Big Kid's meal at Burger King.

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TT: I don't even have fucking pants, hold on.

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GT: Of course there is!

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GT: Its for the children between ages 7-12.

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GT: Dont tell me what burger king does or does not have.

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GT: I fucking look that shit up!

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TT: Chill, chill.

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TT: Which window?

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GT: The one to your bathroom.

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TT: Right. Of course.

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TT: [Dirk saunters into the bathroom, cracking the window once he finishes tying the drawstring on his pants.] Alright, what's got you crawling in my window/

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TT: *?))

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TT: All food aside.

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TT: Sounds suspicious to me.

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GT: Jane told me to bugger off and roxy is in new york for the weekend.

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GT: There really isnt anybody else i know whos up at this time.

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GT: Or willing to share a slightly greasy meal with me.

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TT: Ah.

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TT: 'Course.

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TT: Come on in, English. Not like I can turn down free food.

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GT: Okay.

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GT: But youre going to have to catch them first.

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GT: So.

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GT: THINK FAST! --two separate bags come flying through the window.--

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TT: -One. Two. Dirk catches them boredly in one hand, setting them on the toilet seat before nabbing a burger from one of the bags.-

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TT: What are you doing up so late?

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GT: --jakes hands appear on the window sill, gripping it to the point where his fingertips turn white. Three seconds later his head pops up with a soft grunt.--

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GT: I had a sudden burst of energy.

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GT: Thought i would put it to good use instead of pacing around my room like a mad man.

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TT: Burst of energy almost sounds manic at this hour.

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TT: --With a grumble, his burger finds companionship in the sink. Dirk reached his hands through the windows, shades a void.-- C'mon, lemme help.

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TT: Gonna grab your arms and help you through, okay?

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GT: Okay.

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GT: You should consider getting sturdier garbage cans by the way.

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GT: The ones this complex provides you are junk!

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GT: Took me seven tries to get on top of them so i could jump onto the little ladder thingy hanging off the side of your building.

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GT: Talk about a pain in the ass!

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TT: Literally how are you even talking right now.

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TT: --Behind his shades, his eyes roll. He gets a comfortable grip on the underside of his upper arms and pulls. The only discomforted sound is but a grunt, an exhale of his nose. Dirk staggers back a few feet, taking Jake with him before promptly letting go and retreating.-- There.

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TT: I'd offer coffee but you don't fucking need it by a longshot.

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GT: I drank a coke before coming over here.

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GT: So my caffine levels are already through the roof!

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GT: --jake picks himself up off the tiled floor, picking off a bandaid that had stuck itself on his chest. He flicked it into the small trashcan to the left of him.-- ew.

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TT: Nasty.

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TT: --He keeps his distance. One corner of the bathroom and he's fine, softly chewing his burger, swallowing microscopically.-- That must have been from the last fight I picked.

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TT: I ran out of those bandaids a while ago.

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GT: Good thing i found it then.

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GT: Now it can be a reminder that you need to stock up on them!

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GT: --jake takes the bag that dirk hadnt claimed and begins to ruffle through it, he brings out his respective burger and the toy that came with the meal, leaving the fries in there for later.--

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TT: Nah, I got new ones.

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TT: Just not that kind.

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TT: --Dirk sticks with his burger. He's had (probably) more than enough to eat today.-- Are you going to need a ride home or something?

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GT: No, i can take the bus back home.

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TT: It's late.

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TT: Taking the bus that late can be a risk.

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GT: A risk?

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GT: PSH, i think i can handle my own.

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GT: --he takes a large bite of his burger before setting it to the side. Now his attention is focused on the toy at hand. He unwraps it.-- !!!!

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GT: Look! I got a powerpuff girl!

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TT: How lovely.

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GT: Its blossom.

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GT: What did you get?

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TT: Dunno.

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TT: You can have it.

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TT: -- He sort of slides his bag over, picking at the seeds on the bun.--

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GT: Wow! What a pal!

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GT: Thank you, dirk!

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GT: Here though, you forgot to take your fries back.

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GT: I just want the toy. Not your food.

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GT: --the toy is removed out of dirks back before sliding back over to him. Again jake unwraps it.-- buttercup!!!

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TT: I'm not that hungry man. I don't really want the fries.

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TT: You can keep them.

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GT: You might get hungry later.

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TT: I've got food.

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TT: --He tosses the wrapper into the crash. Fuckin' Kobe. Nailed that shit.--

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GT: Ill leave them here anyways, you might have a change of heart!

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TT: Eh.

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TT: I guess.

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GT: Hey.

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GT: You know i forgot to ask if i had disturbed you from your slumber.

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TT: Nah, I was up.

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TT: Kind of don't want to be, but you know.

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TT: You don't miss out on free food.

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TT: It doesn't matter, alright? I wasn't doing anything important.

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GT: Woah there!

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GT: Getting a little defensive!

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GT: I didnt even try to pry into your nightly activities, i only asked if i had woken you up with my burger king offer.

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GT: Didnt mean to step on any toes.

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TT: I'm not getting defensive, man.

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TT: I'm just basically admitting to shitting around on the internet.

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TT: I mean what else would you do 'round this time?

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GT: You were getting a tiny, tiny, TINY bit defensive.

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TT: You didn't step on any toes.

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TT: I promise.

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GT: Okay.

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GT: I was just asking.

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TT: I know.

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TT: Sorry.

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TT: --He festers, taking his bag more fully and actually nibbling on a fry. You go, bud.--

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TT: Do you want to stay here for the night?

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TT: Or did you sneak out.

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GT: What makes you think that i would sneak out?

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TT: The fact that you crawled through my window is a pretty big red flag.

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GT: Oh.

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GT: That.

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GT: Well.

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GT: I was trying to be spontaneus.

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TT: You did succeed in that department.

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TT: Consider me still weary, though.

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GT: Youre always suspicious of my actions.

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GT: Try not to read into them so much, yeah?

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GT: Makes life a whole hell of a lot easier.

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TT: Now that sounds defensive.

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TT: More than what mine sounded like, that's for sure.

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GT: No it didnt!

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GT: Look, i just wanted to share a midnight meal with my partner in crime!

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GT: Is that too much to ask for?

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TT: I'm squinting, dude.

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TT: You know you can tell me shit, right?

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TT: Like, I'll listen.

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GT: I dont need you to listen because there is nothing to tell.

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TT: --Sigh. Dirk holds his hands up in submission.-- Kay. Cool.

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GT: Yeah.

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TT: You should probably head home then.

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TT: I'm gonna crash within the hour.

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GT: Uh.

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GT: Yeah.

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GT: Yeah, okay.

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GT: Did you want your toy back?

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TT: Nah, you can keep it.

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TT: You collect shit more than I do.

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TT: --He reaches up to rub his eyes under his shades, masking the dark circles under them quietly.--

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TT: You got money for the bus?

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GT: I have three tokens.

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GT: Do you think that would be enough for the trip back?

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TT: Dude.

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TT: Just. Spend the night here or something.

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TT: I'll take the guest bed. My bed's all made so you can just hop in when you're ready.

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GT: Shouldnt i take the guest bed?

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GT: I mean i AM the guest afterall.

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GT: It would really defeat the purpose of having one, dont you think?

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TT: It's my brother's old room.

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TT: I'll take it.

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GT: Are you sure?

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GT: I dont want to impose.

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TT: You're not.

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TT: I'll walk you home tomorrow.

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TT: We can make breakfast in the morning, okay?

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TT: --He shuffles to his feet, nodding his head in a "follow me" motion before going to officially clean his bed.--

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GT: --jake trails after him, the toys gifted to them by burger king hanging in either hand.--

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GT: I really appreciate this, dirk.

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TT: You need it, clearly.

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TT: I'm also forcing you to take a shower.

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TT: Best to get one done in the morning.

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GT: Why am i being forced to bathe?

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GT: Do i stink?

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GT: Be honest, do i smell like a junkyard?

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TT: No, oh my god.

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TT: It's just important.

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GT: Why?

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TT: Because showering is necessary.

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GT: My policy is that if i dont noticably stink than it isnt worth my time.

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TT: Okay, then you definitely smell.

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GT: >:o!

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TT: --He fluffs up his pillows, pushing his shades up to rub at his eyes again.-- Shower tomorrow, okay?

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TT: Do you need pajamas and shit?

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TT: They're in the bottom drawer.

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GT: I can sleep in what im in.

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GT: Its only shorts and a shirt.

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GT: Practically the same thing!

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TT: It was just an offer.

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TT: --Giving a little wave, Dirk shuffles over to another corner, finding a hoodie to layer up in.--

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TT: When you're up, come in and wake me up. I'll make eggs.

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GT: You know i dont have the heart to shake you out of your sleep.

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GT: You barely get the hours needed as it is.

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GT: It would be criminal of me to wake you up so you can make us breakfast!

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GT: Leave the morning meal to me, buddy.

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TT: Try anyways,

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TT: Period, end sentence.

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TT: I don't want to sleep too long.

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TT: I might sleep through my alarm an I'm really not about that.

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TT: I'm good at making eggs. It's my specialty.

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GT: If you make the eggs, i get to make the flapjacks and bacon.

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TT: If you wake me up on time, you will.

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GT: I will!

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GT: You know that im an early bird.

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TT: I know.

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TT: Trust me, I definitely know.

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TT: --He rubs the back of his neck, trudging his way to the door.-- Lights on? Lights off?

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GT: Lights off, please.

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TT: --And off they go.-- Door?

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GT: Opened!

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TT: --And so it stays. Dirk lingers in the doorway, if only for just a moment.-- Sleep tight, English.

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TT: --And he goes, wandering into the untouched room of his brother's, lying atop the covers and accepting sleep like an old friend.--

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GT: --after dirk leaves a small noise comes out of the jacket jake had brought in with him but had not been wearing. He sighs in relief when dirk walks out, letting the little filthy pup fall out of the bundle of cloth and onto the bed.--

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GT: Almost got us, didnt he?


((Kingdomstuck AU! Looking for any Strider (no genderbends please) to play a Dersite royal to my servant Jake (though he's a servant for another kingdom). For smut, 18+ only please! As far as kinks go, I'm fine with anything except bathroom stuff and vore. Everything else is a go so long as you ask/let me know! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me when you connect.)) Prospit is a lovely place, and a grand kingdom. It has just about everything Jake wants, however it lacks one thing. Having grown up in the golden kingdom, and being the servant of the extremely kind royal family, Jake had been able to explore the kingdom to his heart's content! The problem is that after a few years, there's hardly anything left to explore! He's positive that every nook and cranny has been seen by him, and that just wouldn't do.Sadly, it had to do, whether the strapping young man liked it or not. Being a servant meant he had certain restrictions to the kingdom. He did have one thing to look forward to. There was to be a ball held at the Prospit castle. Why was he looking forward to it? Definitely not the people. Jake never was fond of crowds, and was honestly a bit of a loner. He does have Jane to talk with, at least. She's always a ball to chat with and he appreciates her company from time to time! Being part of a royal family leaves her little to no dilly dallying time, so it's nice to see she she still leaves time for him. But no. The ball may have Jake's interest, but it's what he heard while helping the maids ready the ballroom that piqued his interest. Apparently there will be officials from Derse attending. This would be a first, since the neighboring kingdom was usually rather hostile towards Prospit. Of course, that didn't bother Jake at all. It was Derse. He had never been there, despite it being so close. Less than a day's ride there and back. The king and queen would never allow a servant to visit the rival kingdom, but.. Oh, think of all the things he could discover there! It's a whole new land of adventure! The ball is in a few days, so surely he could go to Derse, have a look around, and then be back with plenty of time to spare! There are obstacles to overcome, though. First he would need permission from the king and queen to leave for a day or two. Well, it should have been an obstacle! After an hour of pacing in the servant's quarters to gather the courage to ask, they said it would be just fine. They didn't even ask why! While this is good and makes things easier, it's a tad upsetting. He had been hoping for more of a challenge, to be quite honest! However, this is hardly a thing to be disappointed over. He has an adventure to prepare for. It didn't take long for Jake to get dressed in proper travel clothes and get a pack together before heading for the stables. There was one particular horse that was his own. Well, he didn't own it technically, since it belongs to the royal family, but he helped raise her so she tends to prefer him over other riders. He also named her! Jane insisted that Ace was no name for a mare, but that didn't sway Jake's decision! Ace seems perfectly content with her name. Then again. She's also a horse and probably doesn't have the foggiest idea what he says, but no matter. He's sure if she did she would approve.When he gets to the stables he goes up to her, smiling before offering her a carrot. "Been quite some time since we had ourselves a day off, ey?" He gets her ready and climbs on and he's off. It takes a few hours to get to Derse, but once he's there he's shocked. He always knew it was a dark kingdom, but cheese and fucking crackers he never imagined this. It was beautiful in its own way, and is shrouded in a sort of mystery that had Jake on the edge of his seat. Well. Saddle. He gets off Ace and walks with her into the kingdom. Sadly, it only takes a couple of minutes for a guard to stop and question him. Seeing no reason to lie, Jake admitted being from Prospit. That seemed to be a bad move. The guard called for more and Jake decided that this was hardly a decent situation to be in. He jumped onto Ace and they took off down the streets. Yes. He's running from the law of the kingdom he's visiting. Holy moly is this a tad bit aggravating! He's simply visiting, and not causing any harm. Still, he's aware that running away is a poor idea, but he'd rather not risk stopping at this point in the chase. Besides, it's giving him feelings he hasn't felt in a long time. The adrenaline, the fear of being caught doing something he shouldn't be doing, and many more things. Cripes he's boned once Ace gets tired. Luckily for him, she seems to be having as much of a blast as he is! He leads her in the direction of a wall, one she could easily jump, and she does. "Atta girl!" It's all fun and games until Jake realizes just where he and his trusty steed are. Right by the castle. It takes his breath away just looking at it. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the line of guards ahead and he barely stops Ace in time, almost running them over. That would have been one doozy of a red rover game! If only the guards shared his enthusiasm. He's pulled from Ace, who is taken away, though he heard a guard mention the stables so he's none too worried. And Jake? Well, he's taken to the dungeon. Now the adrenaline is gone and the fear and worry begin to sink in. "Well... this isn't exactly the capital adventure I had hoped to have." He frowns and pulls at the chains holding his wrists. This is a bit much, isn't it? Outside his little cell he hears a guard telling another to go get someone. He doesn't catch the name or anything, but now the worry is growing. Who is going to be coming? What should he do? His eyes start to water up and he shakes his head. No! This is no time to be a blubbering baby. He knows that, and yet... It's just hard to not be scared out of his wits right now, and the sound of someone approaching hardly helps. This is it. Curtains for Jake English. Never to adventure again. Talk about cruddy.

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AT: gAMZEE,

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AT: gAMZEE, aRE YOU THERE?

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AT: i KNOW THAT YOUR STATUS SAYS ONLINE BUT, iT ALWAYS SAYS THAT,

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TC: yeah, i'm motherfucking here. what's up, bro?

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AT: ,,,

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AT: wHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR QUIRK?

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TC: THAT QUIRK IS DEAD NOW, BRO. :o/

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TC: what you trolling a motherfucker for? not that i'm up and complaining.

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AT: i WANTED SOMEBODY TO TALK TO,

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AT: aND FOR SOME REASON EVERYBODY ELSE IS EITHER OFFLINE OR PREOCCUPIED WITH SEEMINGLY MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS AS THEY REFUSE TO ANSWER MY REPEATED ATTEMPTS TO CONTACT THEM,

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TC: WELL THAT AIN'T MOTHERFUCKING NICE OF THEM, IS IT?

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TC: i'm all here, anyways, brother. always motherfucking happy to talk to one of my best bros. :o)

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AT: tHANKS GAMZEE,

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AT: i KNEW i COULD COUNT ON YOU,

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TC: OF COURSE. HOW YOU MOTHERFUCKING DOING, ANYWAYS?

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TC: got anything buzzing in your thinkpan you wanting to be sharing?

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AT: yEAH,

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AT: iT'S VRISKA AGAIN,

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TC: DID SHE UP AND DO SOMETHING? ... AGAIN?

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AT: yEAH,

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AT: sOURCES HAVE POINTED THAT SHE WAS PARADOX RESPONSIBLE FOR CREATING BEC NOIR,

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AT: i DO NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND WHY SHE WAS A MAJOR VARIABLE IN HIS CREATION BUT i CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL ANGRY TOWARDS HER FOR BEING IT,

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AT: i'M CONSIDERING CONFRONTING HER,

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AT: aND, wELL, rEMOVING HER FROM THE PICTURE IN THE MOST PERMANENT SENSE POSSIBLE,

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TC: motherfuck, well ain't that a pickle if i ever saw one. i'd be all kinds of angry at her finding that out, too. i am. she's never done anything good for any motherfucker.

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TC: YOU SHOULD CONFRONT HER, BROTHER. BUT BE MOTHERFUCKING CAREFUL, SPIDERBITCH HAS SOME WICKED TRICKS UP HER SLEEVES...

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TC: like sources have all up and indicated. honk.

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AT: dO YOU REALLY THINK THAT THIS IS THE BEST CHOICE?

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AT: i DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING i WOULD LATER REGRET,

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AT: wHICH IS WHY i CAME TO YOU FOR A SECOND OPINION,

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AT: tO ME, i BELIEVE THAT YOU HAVE THE BEST INCITE OUT OF THE TWELVE HERE,

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AT: dON'T ASK MY WHY BECAUSE i WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH A SURE ANSWER,

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TC: WELL SHIT, YOU UP AND FLATTER A BROTHER, BUT I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S TRUE. I CAN TRY AND TELL YOU WHAT I'M THINKING, THOUGH.

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TC: i want you to confront her of course, she done all sorts of bad things, specially to you, so it seems like it would be all sorts of righteous, just if you motherfucking will, if you took her out.

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TC: BUT I ALSO DON'T WANT MY FAVORITE MOTHERFUCKER TO GET HURT EVEN WORSE THAN HE ALREADY HAS BY THAT BITCH... :o(

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TC: now this is a real motherfucking pickle, ain't it?

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TC: MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD DO IT... I DON'T MOTHERFUCKING KNOW, THOUGH.

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AT: tHAT'S WHERE i DISAGREE WITH YOU,

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AT: iF IT HAS TO BE DONE, i WANT TO BE THE ONE TO DO IT,

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AT: sOMEHOW IT SEEMS LIKE THAT'S HOW IT WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO END,

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TC: i know why, like i said a motherfucking minute ago, it seems right. always do what you motherfucking think is right, tavbro. but don't get yourself hurt.

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AT: i MEAN, tHAT'S WHAT i AM AIMING FOR,

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AT: tO COME OUT WITHOUT A SCRATCH, aND, yOU KNOW, aLIVE,

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AT: bUT IT ISN'T SOMETHING i CAN COMPLETELY PROMISE?

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TC: THAT'S THE PROBLEM. :o(

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TC: she could up and kill you if you ain't careful, bro.

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TC: THEN THE PROBLEMS WE HAVE WOULD BE WORSE.

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TC: maybe you should get another person's opinion. i ain't really that great right now.

2

AT: iS SOMETHING WRONG ON YOUR END?

2

AT: i SHOULD HAVE GUESSED THAT THERE WAS CONSIDERING THAT YOU'VE DITCH YOUR WRITING STYLE,

2

AT: aND USUALLY THAT WOULDN'T BE SO CONCERNING BUT THIS IS YOU WE'RE TALKING ABOUT,

2

AT: yOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A CREATURE OF HABIT FOR THE MOST PART,

1

TC: IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN, BRO... BUT WE RAN OUT OF SOPOR, AND MY HEAD'S MOTHERFUCKING HURTING. I GOT SOME OTHER THOUGHTS GOING ON...

2

AT: ((brb!

1

TC: things rattling up in my thinkpan like motherfucking crazy, i ain't in my best mind but i'm clear-headed enough to tell you that i ain't.

1

TC: ((Okay

1

TC: probably ain't your biggest concern about what i'm feeling like, but since you motherfucking asked, i guess saying it's fine. i dunno... it feels like i got someone else in here saying things in my mind, and i know it is but i can't all motherfucking help it.

2

AT: tHAT,,,

2

AT: iSN'T REASSURING TO THINK ABOUT,

1

TC: I KNOW.

1

TC: you got other things to worry about, though, motherfucker, ask karkat maybe and when i'm feeling right up again maybe we can chill together, i don't know. not knowing if it's gonna go away neither.

2

AT: mAYBE IT WOULD BE BETTER IF WE FIGURED OUT WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH YOU FIRST,

2

AT: aND THEN DEAL WITH VRISKA LATER,

1

TC: i think it's just me. think if we knew what was wrong we couldn't do anything anyways.

1

TC: I WAS THINKING ABOUT MAYBE IT'S THE SOPOR, BUT THEN...

1

TC: how come i'm hearing these wicked mean thoughts?

2

AT: i DON'T KNOW,

2

AT: bUT LIKE, yOU'RE NOT GOING TO ACT ON THESE THOUGHTS, aRE YOU?

1

TC: I DON'T MOTHERFUCKING WANT TO... BUT MOTHERFUCK IF THEY AIN'T GETTING LOUDER.

1

TC: i don't motherfucking like this

2

AT: uHM,

2

AT: lOOK,

2

AT: a LOT OF CRAZY THINGS ARE GOING ON RIGHT NOW,

2

AT: aND i KNOW THAT ALL THIS INSANE SHIT CAN'T LAST FOREVER,

2

AT: sO MAYBE, jUST MAYBE, tHIS IS ANOTHER THING THAT WILL COME AND GO,

2

AT: iT'S ALL BEEN FESTERING AMONG US FOR A WHILE NOW SO i THINK EVERYBODY IS JUST SNAPPING UNDER THE PRESSURE,

2

AT: aND IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE NO EXCEPTION,

2

AT: bUT IT'S OKAY, i THINK,

2

AT: lET'S NOT BLOW THIS COMPLETELY OUT OF PROPORTION YET,

2

AT: i MEAN, iT CAN'T BE ***THAT*** BAD, rIGHT?

1

TC: I GUESS NOT. MAYBE IT'S PART OF THE GAME I HAVE TO GET OVER, LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING TEST...

2

AT: yEAH! a TEST!

2

AT: yOU HAVEN'T DONE OF THOSE YET,

2

AT: sEE? wE'RE ALREADY SOLVING THIS SHIT OUT BEFORE ANYTHING GOES FROM BAD TO WORSE,

1

TC: maybe... man, you so smart tav. maybe if i just think of this as a test they will go away. fuck these shitass thoughts.

1

TC: MOTHERFUCKER...

1

TC: i'm sorry for bothering you with this extra shit but motherfuck if it ain't scaring me.

1

TC: ((Yay it crashed

2

adiosToreador [AT] disconnected.

1

TC: IT'S FINE... IT'LL GO AWAY, BUT FOR NOW IT'S JUST SCARING ME... YOU DON'T GOTTA WORRY.

2

adiosToreador [AT] joined chat.

2

AT: }:/

2

AT: hEY,

2

AT: wHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW,

1

TC: on the horn pile... no one else is around.

2

AT: i COULD MAKE A PIT STOP TO THE YE OLD HORN PILE IF YOU DON'T MIND THE COMPANY,

1

TC: :o)

1

TC: i wouldn't motherfucking mind, bro. don't know what any other motherfuckers are doing.

2

AT: aW, wHOS CARES?

2

AT: wE HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO OURSELVES IN FOREVER ANYWAYST,

2

AT: iT BE BETTER THIS WAY,

2

AT: iT'D*

1

TC: YEAH, SOME TIME ALONE TOGETHER COULD BE MOTHERFUCKING NICE. :o)

1

TC: maybe motherfucking chill out.

2

AT: yEAH!

2

AT: aND GET ALL THESE COMPLICATED EMOTIONS SORTED OUT,

1

TC: SOUNDS NICE, TAVBRO.

1

TC: come on come over here, then, don't keep a brother waiting too long. :o)

2

AT: hAHA, i'LL BE THERE AS SOON AS i FINISH OILING UP MY ANKLES!

2

AT: eQUIUS SAID IT SHOULD BE DONE EVERY OTHER DAY BUT i DO IT EVERYDAY JUST IN CASE,

2

AT: aNYWAYS, i WILL BE THERE AS SOON AS i FINISH UP HERE,

1

TC: OKAY. DON'T USE TOO MUCH, DON'T WANNA SLIP OR SOME SHIT.

1

TC: see you soon, tavbro.

2

AT: bYE, gAMZEE!

2

AT: }:)

1

TC: :o)

2

AT: --adioToreador [AT] has ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]--

2

AT: --Already finished with one ankle, Tavros moves onto the other, making sure that everything is working properly without any squeaks or creaks to be heard. The can of oil is stashed back in his sylladex before he boards onto the one and only available teleporting pad stationed in the center of the room. Here he disappears in a flash of white light and reappears in the room where all piles were to be kept, in same fashion. He steps off the platform.-- gAMZEE?

1

TC: *Gamzee, of course, was sitting in the horn pile the whole time, looking around anxiously as he waited and tried to tune out the voice in his head, yet it was persistant. He sighed heavily, chewing on his lip and fiddling with a horn before he saw a flash and looked up, his eyes wide. He stayed seated and soon recognized the figure standing there as Tavros. Who else would it be? He called out to him.* tavbro...?

2

AT: --Tavros turned his head towards the voice, looking over piles upon piles of scrap metal and plush dragons before spotting Gamzee peering over the top of his own pile, He waved,-- rIGHT HERE!

2

AT: --He crossed from his side of the room to where Gamzee was, stepping over a few objects here and there until he could safely seat himself next to his friend,-- gEEZ, i FORGOT HOW MUCH THE BOTTOMS OF THESE THINGS JAB THEMSELVES INTO YOUR SPINES,

1

TC: THAT SUCKS... *He frowned slightly, but then smiled at Tavros.* THANKS FOR COMING, TAVBRO... LOTS OF SHIT GOING ON, GLAD TO HAVE YOU HERE. *He wrapped arm around Tavros's shoulders.* ...STILL THINKING ABOUT VRISKA?

2

AT: yEAH, a LOT ACTUALLY, i DON'T KNOW WHAT DO TO, kILLING HER IS THE BEST OPTION I CAN CONJURE UP AND IT PROBABLY WILL ONLY EVER BE THE BEST OPTION BUT i'M AFRAID OF HOW THE OTHERS WILL PERCEIVE ME IF i MANAGE TO DO IT, --He lays back on the pile, just enough where it isn't completely uncomfortable for him especially with the new presence of a comforting arm around his shoulders,-- nOBODY PARTICULARLY ENJOYS HER COMPANY, bUT, i DON'T THINK THEY WANT HER TO DIE EITHER,

2

AT: i DON'T KNOW, mY PROBLEMS ARE STUPID AND OVERLY COMPLICATED,

2

AT: lET'S TALK ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH YOU INSTEAD,

1

TC: *he shrugs.* alright, brother... i'm not all sure what to say about it, though... it's getting louder... and... fuck, i should be talking about this with a moirail, right? *he sighs.* but i ain't got one of those. you're the next best thing, brother... but i'm afraid of turning you off and shit. like you said, it's probably a test or whatever but it feels like i'm failingn

2

AT: dON'T WORRY ABOUT PUSHING ME AWAY WITH YOUR ISSUES, i REALLY DON'T MIND IT, jUST,

2

AT: wELL, i GUESS IF I WERE IN YOUR POSITION i WOULD KEEP TRYING? i DON'T KNOW, i'M SORRY,

2

AT: tHIS IS ALL NEW TO ME TOO, lOWBLOODS DON'T USUALLY HAVE THE SAME MENTAL ISSUES THAT HIGHBLOODS TEND TO HAVE,

2

AT: hAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE?

2

AT: wHEN YOU'VE RAN OUT OF SOPOR SLIME BEFORE, hAS THIS HAPPENED?

1

TC: NO, NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED... I GOT REAL MOTHERFUCKING IRRITABLE, BUT NO VOICES... *he furrowed his eyebrows together for a moment and pressed his hand to his forehead, then closed his eyes for a moment. He stayed in this position for a few seconds before sighing and holding his head in his hands.*

1

TC: i just want it to stop... *he growled softly.*

2

AT: mAYBE WE SHOULD TRY TO FIND YOU MORE SLIME,

2

AT: iT SEEMS LIKE AN EASY FIX UNTIL WE FIND SOME OTHER WAY TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM PERMANENTLY,

1

TC: THERE ISN'T ANY SLIME LEFT...

1

TC: maybe we can find a distraction. *he suddenly stood up and started walking, eventually just ending up pacing a few feet in front of the horn pile.*

2

AT: yOU'RE DISTRACTION IS TO PACE IN THE SAME SPOT?

2

AT: your*** omg))

1

TC: *He shook his head and slowed to a stop, then sat down.*

1

TC: let's just keep talking.

2

AT: lISTEN, mAYBE WE CAN GET YOU SOME SLIME,

2

AT: aS LONG AS YOU'RE NOT PICKY ABOUT WHERE YOU GET IT,

1

TC: I DON'T MIND... AS LONG AS IT HELPS.

2

AT: gOOD BECAUSE, yOU KNOW, wE DO HAVE RECUPERACOONS ON BOARD,

2

AT: i AM POSITIVE THAT NOBODY WILL NOTICE IF SOME OF IT GOES MISSING,

1

TC: do you have some slime in your recuperacoon, bro?

2

AT: mORE THAN i NEED,

1

TC: YOU WOULDN'T MIND SHARING...?

2

AT: nOT AT ALL!

1

TC: *He smiled a little.* we should test it out.

2

AT: aND WHAT BETTER TIME THAN THE PRESENT? --He stood up from his place on the pile, reaching both hands out to help Gamzee to his feet,-- sHALL WE?

1

TC: *He stood up, giggling.* LET'S, MOTHERFUCKER.

2

AT: tHEN IF YOU WOULD BE EVER SO KIND TO FOLLOW ME THIS-A-WAY WE CAN GET YOU THAT SLIME BEFORE ANOTHER UGLY THOUGHT POPS INTO YOUR THINKPAN,

1

TC: heheh, lead the way, tavbro. *he smiled and started walking forwards, taking his hand.*

2

AT: --Tavros smiled back, allowing Gamzee to take hold of his hand as he led them both onto the transporter, Here, they both vanished in a white light, morphing back into a physical form in another hall lined with six doors on each side,--

1

TC: NOW, WHICH ONE OF THESE IS YOURS AGAIN, BROTHER? *he looked at each side, the door to his own block was open.*

2

AT: iT'S BETWEEN ARADIA AND SOLLUX SO,,, --He stepped off the platform, dragging Gamzee along with him,-- iT SHOULD BE THIS ONE, --He stepped up to the second door at the end of the hallway, tapped in the code he had been given into the keyboard and took a step back, It swished open not two seconds later,--

1

TC: *Gamzee walked in without a word and walked to his recuperacoon, then looked over at Tavros and waited for him to come, feeling anxious.*

2

AT: --Tavros followed him in, pausing only a moment to press the button that would seal the door shut before joining him at the recuperacoon,-- uHM,

2

AT: dIG IN?

1

TC: *he shrugged and took a scoop with his hand, shoving it into his mouth, then doing the same thing a few more times and sitting on the floor afterwards.*

2

AT: --Tavros knelt in front of him after he had sunk down to the floor,-- iS IT WORKING? iS THIS WHAT'S SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN? wAS THE SLIME NOT UP TO PAR? tALK TO ME DUDE!

1

TC: *he shrugged.* i mean, it'll take some time for it to sink in but... i think it's helping.

2

AT: yEAH? tHAT'S GREAT TO HEAR,

2

AT: dO YOU NEED ANYMORE?23:41:57


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