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[murdermirth]

[ Gamzee's been stem deep in elusiveness on that death trap of an asteroid, just stewin in that lonesomeness with him and his dearly paleloved and that whispery puppet motherfucker, but he ventures out every time they collide into paradox space's many sporadic dream bubbles. He doesn't quite know why since he up and culled enough of his friends and damned them to these motherfuckin things, but the Aradias at least speak to him and that's enough.

He spares no hope on meeting Tavros (but what's he even frontin for, yes he does, he does every day).

The hive Roboaradia leads him to doesn't look like any place Tavbro would hole himself up in. & with a tinge of know-how, Gamzee knows exactly just to who this hive belongs. ]

Uhh...

[ what does a motherfucker even say to a troll he murdered ( or maybe this wasn't one he murdered, maybe this was one Aradia failed ) ]

knock knock.

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[nobly_strong]

[In a shroud of darkness a troll of noble blood sat and worked meticulously on the metal automatons. This was the way he had lived most of his life, hidden away from society and all who would judge him. Sure there were aradiabots around but, they were no substitute for his aradia, the one still alive. Then there came a knock at the door.]

D--> Aradia is that you
D--> How many times have I told you, you do not need to knock

[Standing up Equius walked to the door and gripped the handle which had been warped slightly from his incredible strength. He it bent even it even further this time. Opening the door he stood in awe]

D--> H-Highb100d what are you doing here

[murdermirth]

[ Gamzee keeps his face blank. He's not the supor stoned panfucked troll he used to be, but he sure ain't the red eye enraged motherfucker squeezing miracles and murder mirth from a peasantblood's throat chutes.

He had Karkat to thank for that, what with all his paps and shooshes quelling down the death mantra in his head. He didn't feel like subjuggulating nobody nohow.

Still, he was one fucked up dude and no one was denying that. ]

Can't a clown get to VISITIN AN OLD MOTHERFUCKIN FRIEND? Am I all up in your business, am I interruptin your sweet ruckus? IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER OUTRIGHT INTRUDIN ON A BROTHER?

[ Yeah, he still does that whisper-yell thing, sorry. ]