terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling adiosToreador [AT].
TC: HeY tHeRe, TaVbRo. :o)
TC: WhAt'S aLl Up AnD hApPeNiNg, BrO?
TC: TaV?
TC: WhY aRe YoU nOt RePlYiNg? TaVbRo? ArE yOu ThErE?
TC: HeLlOoOoOoOoOoOo?
TC: HeHe, If YoU'rE bUsY, tHaT's AlL cOoL.
TC: WelL, dO yOu WaNnA gO... WaTcH a MoViE oR sOmEtHiNg? If YoU aLrEaDy HaVe PlAnS, ThAt'S CoOlIo. I gUeSs.
TC: TaAaAaAaAaAvBrO? ArE yOu MoThErFuCkInG dEaD? I hOpE NoT...
TC: WeLl, I sUpPoSe ThAt YoU'rE dOiNg SoMeThInG... ThAt'S cOoL.
TC: I bEtTeR nOt DiStUrB yOu, BrO. wElL, sEe Ya. :O)
terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling adiosToreador [AT].
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This wasn't like Tavros. He would always reply to Gamzee's messages. There was definitely something up, but the high-as-all-hell clown couldn't figure it out. He lowered himself off of his chair and he toddled over into his kitchen.
The juggalo stopped and glanced around, trying to remember what he actually went in there for. After a few minutes of gazing into the emptiness of the universe, he remembered why he was in there. He went in there to retrieve some sopor slime and a cold faygo.
Gamzee wandered over to the fridge [Or the food containment unit], covered in fridge magnets and swung the door wide open.. Inside the plastic frames, there were several pictures of other trolls. Most of them with either short, nubby horns or unusually long horns. The pictures were quite blurred, but you could just about make out their forms.
The purpleblood took out a lavender-coloured can and a dish with absurd, vivid green slime stuck to the bottom. He slammed the fridge and made his way back to his desk.
"WhErE tHe MoThErFuCk ArE yOu, BrO?" He rested his head on the desk, watching the screen. Notifications kept popping up, but none of them were from the Taurus. He swiped the grape-flavoured faygo from the table and broke open the seal. He took a sip, then he chucked it back down. The clown wiped his mouth, smudging some of his face paint away.
A bronze bubble appeared on Gamzee's screen, showing a text message. It was Tavros. Gamzee shot up, smiling widely.
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adiosToreador [AT] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC].
AT: hEY, gAMZEE, }:)
TC: WhErE tHe FuCk WeRe YoU, bRo? I wAs AlL uP aNd WoRrIeD sIcK!
AT: uHM,,, wELL, i WAS PLAYING FIDUSPAWN, sORRY BRO, }:(
TC: HeHe, It'S fInE. :o)
AT: sO,,, wHAT WAS YOU SAYING?
TC: WeLl, I mOtHeRfUcKiNg AsKeD iF yOu WaNnA, lIkE, gO sEe A mOvIe Or SoMeThInG. oH, wE cOuLd ChIlL iN tHe FuCkInG hOrN pIlE tOgEtHeR, tOo. It'S pReTtY cOoL iN tHeRe.
AT: rEALLY,,,?
TC: YeAh, BrO! :o)
AT: hEHE, yEAH, tHAT SOUNDS COOL, wHEN SHOULD i COME OVER?
TC: WhEnEvEr YoU mOtHeRfUcKiNG wAnT tO, bRo.
AT: hEHE, i'LL BE OVER IN A MINUTE THEN, }:)
TC: OkAy, SeE yA tHeN. :oD
adiosToreador [AT] ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC].
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Gamzee then begins to get his shit together, he's got a bro to impress. Quickly he begins to gather all his horns in a pile, accidentally stepping on one in the process and scaring the motherfucking shit out of himself, but soon continuing. He quickly tries to whip up a slime pie for his bro, and breaks out the faygo, soon getting on into the hornpile and feeling satisfied with himself. Miracles. Motherfucking miracles.
And now, he has to play the waiting game.
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Circus Ride ~ ♉️/♑️
Fanfiction[[ Credit to my friend, Karkat, for the title. Because I'm an idiot and I can't come up with good titles. ]] eh i'll come back to it later because i cba
