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[The recording begins with sounds of someone fumbling to get a good hold of the PokéGear. Mumbled swearing about buttons and fingers, before for a brief moment a squinting Gamzee can be seen, in all his new found human glory. He doesn't look particularly happy, all things considered. What with the snarl-cum-smile tugging at his lips and making his expression something best described as feral. If you're that observant, you might notice bits and pieces of a Drowzee sharing the screen. A snout by Gamzee's face, and hands on his shoulders, as if trying to reach onto the PokéGear. Also, it seems Gamzee is shirtless for the moment. It's gone soon enough, as he finally figures out the text function. The last shot before the video ends is of him shoving at the Drowzee, expression somewhere between an unpleasant grin and an exasperated snarl.]

this is just a motherfucking joke.
CHOICEST MOTHERFUCKING JOKE OF THEM ALL.
it's all really well fucking done.
ALL THINGS CONSIDERED.
even if it's just a fucking waste of a brother's time.
TRYING TO AVOID THE INEVITABLE.
like it could been fucking avoided.
THEN IT JUST UP AND STOPS BEING INEVITABLE.
so that ain't it, right.
IT BE MORE THAN SMOKE AND MOTHERFUCKING MIRRORS.
or shitty jokes without a decent punchline.
LIKE BEING TURNED INTO ONE OF THE HORNLESS, PINK MOTHERFUCKERS.
it's more like a game to kill time.
AND CONFOUND A BROTHER'S PAN.
shit be all up and understandable now, though.
UNDER MOTHERFUCKING STANDABLE AS IT CAN FUCKING BE.
so let's play the shit out of this game.
BRING THE FUCKING MIRTH AND THE SCREAMING LAUGHS.
and see what kind of joyous carnival you've all got goin on here.

[If you happen to be near New Bark Town, you might have noticed Gamzee. Mostly because he's the half naked kid occasionally headbutting a Drowzee - and deeply regretting it every time he does, turns out human skulls ain't as resistant as troll ones - as his partner helpfully tries to grab his PokéGear and Gamzee tries to make sense of the newfangled technology at his disposal. Also, he's in his underwear, clothes unhelpfully stuck to nearby bushes. Someone had a slight panic upon waking up pink and hornless, alright? Just be glad Drowzee managed to distract him long enough he didn't get to take off his underwear. It might still happen though.]

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YEAH, *THAT'S* ATTRACTIVE.
HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE ROOF OF THE LAB YET?

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the what

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LAB. ROOF.
THE PLACE YOU TRY TO ESSENTIALLY TRAP THE REMAINDER OF THE LIVING AT.

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HONK.
don't know what you up and be yappin about, best friend.
:o)

1/2

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[ suuuuure you don't. ]

private

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[ welp. time for a test. ]

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1/???

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[What the ever loving fuck is that supposed to mean?]

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[...is he fucking serious? Really? Does he think he can just. SEND A DIAMOND OVER AND IT'LL BE OKAY.]

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[LIKE THIS FUCKING BURNING RAGE CAN BE JUST QUENCHED LIKE THAT? MOTHERFUCKING HEATHEN SHIT, IS HE TRYING TO STAND BETWEEN HIM AND HIS CALLING? IS THAT A THING THE LITTLE FUCK IS REALLY DOING?]

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[Then again... This is Karkat.]

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[...if it really is Karkat at all. He's not small and grey and nubbyhorned now, is he?]

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[Such a pitiful brother, Karkat. With that fucking blasphemous swill flowing in his veins, all sacrilegious and shit.]

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[No. Wait. Focus. Goddammit, Makara, focus.]

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[...what was it again? Oh yeah. Karkat. And. Diamonds. And shit.]

[private] /done.

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do you even fuckin mean that?

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WOULD I THROW SOMETHING LIKE THAT AROUND SO SHAMELESSLY AND NOT MEAN IT?

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i don't know.
WOULD YOU FUCKING DARE PLAY ON A BROTHER LIKE THAT.

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DUDE, I MIGHT DO A LOT OF DUMB THINGS.
INTENTIONALLY PLAYING WITH A MOTHERFUCKER'S FEELINGS ISN'T ONE OF THEM.

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i guess not.
BUT I ALSO THOUGHT DRIPPING PALE MIRACLES ALL OVER A BROTHER'S PAN WAS NOT YOUR THING, EITHER.

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THINGS CHANGE.
I'M JUST BEING HONEST WITH MYSELF AND WITH YOU.
YOU CAN TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

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...i'll wait for you here.
IF ONLY JUST TO FUCKING SEE IF YOU'LL MOTHERFUCKING SHOW OR NOT.

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I WILL.
IT'S A SIXTEEN HOUR FLIGHT SO JUST
SIT TIGHT.
YOU HAVE MY FUCKING WORD, GAMZEE.

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honk.

[...but. He does wait. He even gets dressed, after a while. Fucking puny human body, it can't take the fucking cold at all. It's annoying. Gamzee has explored the town in detail, by the time Karkat arrives. Would arrive. Is the motherfucker even going to show at all?

His face hurts. And his fingers. And his toes, though he keeps wiggling them inside his shoes. He's tired and cold and pretty damn miserable, on the brink of working up a fantastic rage, as the hours go by. He's nosed around his backpack for food, but he's long done with what he found there. He's not even nibbling on Drowzee anymore.

Gamzee's sitting by the docks, Drowzee in his lap, not unlike a certain puppet. Fucking cold. Fucking human shit. Fucking Karkat, if he doesn't show up.]

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[ and Karkat is, if anything, punctual. packing up all of his flying capable beasts, Karkat doesn't have to stop flying at all. with a roar from his Aerodactyl, Karat spots Gamzee.

he's nervous, if only because the other former troll is definitely from before any pale relations are set into motion. though Karkat knows he'll be okay. especially here.

Nick lands with a resounding thud at the docks. Karkat easily slides off of the beasts back, coat and scarf in his hands. ]

Gam!

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[Gamzee tightens his hold onto the Drowzee, until the creature starts squirming and tilts its head back to headbutt him a little so he'll loosen his grip. He's curling back, head lowered to peer at Karkat and his partner with suspicious eyes.

He showed up, anyway, and now he has to deal with it. He doesn't want to. He just wants to step back and find something nice and cozy to curl up and wait for this shit to be over. Very, very reluctantly, Gamzee stands up, still clutching Drowzee to his chest. The pokémon wiggles its toes, as it's no longer touching the ground, but seems, for the moment, docile enough.]