THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

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[speakveryclearly]

We have two-thirds now.

[honkalypse]

And if those other motherfuckers aren't up and getting themselves here?

[Before he might have just said kick back and they'll come.

But they don't come. The asylum proved that.]

[speakveryclearly]

If they don't come then they don't come. But in our time here alone the number of trolls has almost doubled. It was just four before our arrival.

[honkalypse]

You got a motherfucking point right there. Maybe some other colors will be getting their bad selves on down with us.

[speakveryclearly]

[Flicking him on the collarbone with her finger.] Keep in mind most of them will probably have limbs and pump biscuits attached.

[honkalypse]

Don't mean they can't kick with some donations, does it?

[He flicks her glass, still filled with his own blood, in return.]

[speakveryclearly]

[She draws the glass back close to her chest, and frowns with what might be, on a human girl with flowing blood who did not glow in the dark, a tsundere blush.]

I'm still working on that. I keep getting told matters like these "take time".

[honkalypse]

Everything's got its own sweet time to be taking.

[He pauses there.]

Not much to be doing but getting ourselves all wound up with waiting.

[speakveryclearly]

[She tightens her grip on the stem of the glass. Seems tense.]

Like a motherfucking clock.

[honkalypse]

Tick tock boom, motherfuckers.

[Yeah, that's more of a bomb than a clock, but considering things... Pretty damn accurate to them.]

[speakveryclearly]

What kind of clock goes boom?

[It's almost a condescending callout but at the last second she realizes the answer to her own question.]

One made on Earth.

[honkalypse]

Right in motherfucking one.

[speakveryclearly]

Well, if I spend much more time here I suppose I'm going to have to justify my presence to my winders.

[She takes a step back, preparing to depart, and does a farewell fingerwave to him.]

[honkalypse]

[He waves back, but he's already wandering off towards someone who's caught his attention.]