THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

[implying]

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[honkalypse]

[Well now he was up and seeing the blue motherfucker all in person, and Gamzee couldn't stay away. The anger had faded a bit, and with Karkat's arrival he was calmer... and cleaner. Gamzee had forgone a mask for painting his face up like a skull, and had actually used a decent amount of white this time--before trailing other colors over it. He looked more like a decorated sugar skull than anything else, especially in the striped suit Kanaya had made.]

Hey motherfucker.

[That's all, nothing else, but his grin was bright and dangerous. Gamzee wanted to see how the other troll would react.]

[musclebeast]

[Gamzee has done rather well to keep to himself here, which is a little frustrating to yours truly since he wishes to serve, of course. But if the Highblood has finally embraced his more violent nature, then Equius should allow him such and he'll come to him if he needs to... Of course.]

[As soon as Equius saw Gamzee nearing him he stopped and waited, and there was a flare of his nostrils as he breathed in deep. A nervous knot twisted in his gut and his jaw was already aching from how hard he clenched it shut. It's been... a fair amount of time since he's seen the indigoblood in person but just in how he carries himself, Equius can see something different.]

Highblood.

[honkalypse]

[Gamzee licks his lips, smearing the paint, and there's a breathy laugh under his words. This is fun. This is exciting. To have such an effect...]

What are you being down with right now, fucker? Might be kicking some need of you. Pretty, pretty motherfucking blue...

[musclebeast]

[His teeth grind a little, stomach still churning up a storm.]

Some need for me, highblood? What exactly does that pertain to and how can I be- [Licks his lips, taking a deep breath.] -of assistance?

[honkalypse]

Getting all what your full with wanting, huh? Always, always, 'order me, motherfucking highblood' whenever you motherfucking deigned to get your tightass down with the talking to the disgrace.

WELL NOW YOU'LL BE KICKING WICKED ORDERS TO FOLLOW. Get all what you motherfucking want.

AND ME. Me, I'm wanting your color. NO PAINT WHAT FOR MY WALLS.

[musclebeast]

Um, excuse me? [His eyebrows furrow a little.] I'm having difficolty understanding you, sir. [The whispering and yelling and his speech patterns seem to have gotten even more convoluted now...]

[honkalypse]

GIVE ME PAINT. That's what I'm kicking some wicked desire for from you.

[And he is as much in Equius's space as he can get, grinning a contorted teeth-baring smile that looks more angry than happy.]