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[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

ShIiIiIt
So wHeRe aLl mY MoThErFuCkErS At?
HeArD YoU AlL Up aNd mOtHeRfUcKiNg lEfT!
AnD A BrO CaN'T JuSt bE LeAvInG HiS FrIeNdS AlL HaNgInG LiKe tHaT
GoTtA FoLlOw aLoNg aNd sHiT
YeEeEaH, aNd i bAkEd aLl tHe pIeS YoU AlL GoNnA NeEd tO MaKe uP FoR BeInG AlL MoThErFuCkInG SlOw oN ThE UpTaKe :O)
KiNdA ZoNeD OuT Or sOmE ShIt oR I WoUlDa gOtTeN HeRe fAsTeR

SiDeS, tHiS PlAcE Is tHe mOtHeRfUcKiNg bItChTiTs sO FaR
AnD YoU KnOw?
HuMaNs aIn't aLl tHaT BaD
So i gOtTa bE AlL ChEcKiNg tHiS PlAcE OuT AnYwAy
ScHmOoZe aNd sHiT LiKe tHaT
ShArE A CoUpLe oF PiEs aNd hAvE A MoThErFuCkInG HeLl oF A TiMe

GaMzEe mOtHeRfUcKiNg mAkArA'S GoT ThIs pLaCe aLl uP In hIs zOnE
AnD I'M HeLlA ExCiTeD To bE MaKiNg sOmE NeW FuCkInG BrOs wItH AaAaAaAlL YoU DoPe wRiGgLeBrOs
HoNk hOnK

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[If one were to check out the courtyard right now, they might wind up spotting a very... odd-looking guy chilling in the center of just about everything, sitting in the grass and sipping on a beverage of Questionable Fizzy Content. The troll's face is unlike any others' from the Garden so far, caked with face makeup as opposed to be relatively or entirely bare of that artificial slop.

He also seems kind of... out of it. How could one describe it as? Lethargic? No, maybe out of tune with things? Perhaps. Focused on something? Who even motherfucking knows. He's not even focused on one thing. The whole world around him is just... fascinating him on this new planet.

Garden's beautiful, life is beautiful, all that shit just going on in his little clown head.

No matter how off he seems, however, he's actually a pretty cool dude to be around. That just... might take a moment to realize beyond his high personality and low attention span due to the fact.

Approach, y/n/sopor pies?]

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[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[Who knows why anyone would want ANYTHING to do with this guy and the quadrants. Seriously.]

Uhhhhhh...

Don't even motherfucking know, brother, haha! You's just all... wanting me to do shit, and...

Shit, I don't even remember.

[He's still all smiley. Why. Why.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Because he's a highblood and also adorable, that's why]

I wanted you to regard me as one would a tool. I am beneath you, and therefore simply a means to your own personal pleasure. And also to punish me for my poor behavior, which has gone unchecked without a highblood to put me back into place. At least Eridan has arrived and managed to restore my fear of the seadwellers. If he has done one thing right in his entire existence, that is it.

[Although, to be honest, he really liked being the top dog around here. And Eridan isn't all that scary. Just... confusing.]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[Just confusing and forever alone, honestly.]

Uhhhh... yeah, sure, brother.

Can I all go on and punish you by givin' you one of my pies motherfucking baked just for you?

[THAT'S NOT MUCH OF A PUNISHMENT but goddamn he wants to give his good muscular pal some baked goods. He's so happy to see his friends.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[facepalm]

That is not a punishment. Those pies are toxic. Although on second thought being force-fed poison might actually count as punishment...

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

Hell no, motherfucker, this shit's slamming. Nothing like some warm sludge to get your chill down.

[He holds up one of the pies he had next to him. Hey, hey Equius. Have one. It's awesome. :o)]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[No, he doesn't want it. That stuff is bad for you. It would be wrong to eat it.]

[But it's from the highblood. And it's being offered as a punishment. It would be even more wrong to refuse, right?]

Is this an order?

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh.

[He looks down at the pie, and then looks back up at Equius, face still as lame and dopey as ever.]

I dunno, man. Whatever the fuck you want it to be. [Honk.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Groan. Gosh darn it all to heck, Gamzee. What is he going to do with you?]

You have to be more assertive. Do not leave the choice up to your blood inferiors. If you want me to eat this pie, order me to do it. This is a thing you must do.

[Wait, what is he doing? Is he really telling Gamzee to make him get high?]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[... Equius. EQUIUS YOU HURT HIS HEAD SERIOUSLY HE DOES NOT. UNDERSTAND YOU. But if it's what Equius wants, then he can try to roll with it.]

Shit, brother, I can't go turning a friend down.

'Kay, bro, you gotta... eat this motherfucking pie. Lick that bitchtits swill. Get your chill on.

[Honk honk.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[WELL THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND YOU EITHER AND YOU MAKE HIS HEAD HURT LIKE WHOA.]

[But even though that wasn't forceful at all and he had to tell Gamzee to do, Equius will accept this as an order and sticks his finger in the pie, scooping out a bit. This is ridiculous, why did he just make Gamzee make him get high?]

[At least it doesn't taste as bad as he thought it would...]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[AW YISSSS he sincerely hopes that his STRONGbro is enjoying his pie very, very much. Of course, he must confirm that.]

You liking it, motherfucker? Taking in the fucking taste of... miracles?

[That last word comes out slow and enunciated, as if the word itself was magical. Oh, he loves his miracles.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

It's... palatable. [Just gonna dip his finger in for more. Because Gamzee said to eat the pie, not just taste it.]

[How much of this will he need to eat before he starts losing brain cells?]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[He'll proooobably start losing some around halfway or so. Something like that, yes.

Gamzee isn't about to let Equius eat alone, though, honestly, as he's already starting to dig in.]

All I wanted to motherfucking hear. Now I know I can bake my fucking goods for you all the damn time. You chill with it? I'll even include some fresh-ass Faygo to suck that shit in with.

[YEP. GOTTA BE GENEROUS TO HIS BROS. Even if they'd probably rather... not roll with it.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I do not think that is necessary. [But he's starting to eat a little faster. And he might be eying the tin like he wants to snatch it away from Gamzee and gobble it up in a corner where no one can take it from him.]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

You all sure about that, brother? Look at this.

[Gamzee takes one of his Faygos- his favorite, Red Pop- and snaps it open with the sweetest noise that could ever grace his ears: fizz. He sighs contently.]

Man... still dunno how it all motherfucking up and does that, but it just proves it's aaaall miracles in here.

[Chug chug chug.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Carbonation is the process of dissolving carbon dioxide in water, usually by putting the carbon dioxide under high pressure. When the pressure is reduced, the carbon dioxide is released from the solution as small bubbles, which cause the solution to "fizz" when opened.

[Sorry to ruin your miracles, Gamzee. He's not really paying attention now that he's got a third of the pie devoured. He's just eating. And talking. And yanking that pie tin from your hands so he can lick that green swill straight up. Cutting out the middle man, or in this case, finger.]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee stops mid-licking, not even noticing when Equius rips the pie tin away from him to get chowing. He just kind of stares down at the grass as Equius prattles on about... what now? The fizz? Something like that.

He just stares and stares.

He then looks up with the most puzzled look on his face ever.]

What was all that you were goin' on about, brother? Haha, sorry. Kinda motherfucking spaced out.

[... welp. Miracles = not ruined after all.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Huh, did Gamzee say something?]

[Equius looks up from the pie, a blank look and sopor slime on his face]

What?

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

Haha, I was all askin' you what!

It's nothing, brother. Probably nothing motherfucking important anyway. Gotta take your mind of all that hard shit and just be smooth as shit.

[He swiped a small blob of slime from Equius's face and licks it off. Tastes like drugs and sweat.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[He doesn't know how to be smooth, but he's already forgotten about hard things, so it's okay if he just goes back to eating now, right? It must be, because his face is already back in the tin, and he's making little pleasured noises with each mouthful. This stuff just tastes better and better the more he eats.]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

Now that's what all I've been REALLY wanting to motherfucking hear. Eat that shit like you can't get no more, so you can straight up savor the shit out of it.

Feels good.

[He reaches for another pie for himself and begins to eat it. Yay.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Uh huh, whatever you say, Gamzee. Equius here, totally not listening to a word of it. He's too busy licking the tin clean. He doesn't look up until it's all gone, and then there's only one thought on his mind.]

More?

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[Aw, Equius, how could he ever say no to a bro? He looks down at the pie he was about to eat and shoves it into Equius's hands.]

Motherfucking savor it like it's fuckin' heaven, brother.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Awww, Gamzee. He's just so happy, he could smile at you. A real, full smile, not one of those tiny half smiles he usually does.]

[Okay, smile accomplished, he's just going to sit down next to Gamzee and cuddle up close while once more stuffing his face with pie. Omnomnomsnuggle]

[subjuggloco.livejournal.com]

[AWWW EQUIBRO. He didn't even expect that, but damn, does he ever not mind it. HAVE A ONE-ARMED HUG.]

Man, you reeeeeeally fuckin' like that shit. Gotta motherfucking make a bunch of it for you anyway.