☠ nine [translated from eldritch]

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Whether they're real, fictional, or people so horrifying that they're considered monstrosities.


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LMFAKDFJ YES I CAN NAME LIKE THREE also this is action now

[amoray]

ok dont run off or anythin

[TOSSING THE COMM ASIDE AND STROLLING INTO THE KITCHEN. actually he just sort of drapes himself across the doorway, all nonchalant and shit.]

Rose knows I killed the human mayor whatewer.

IS IT REALLY ONLY THREE? I am kind of surprised at how low that number is.

[caprihorn]

[He was sharpening a knife right until he said that. Keyword being was.

Now he's just half staring and half glaring at Eridan.]

_{She all up and knows about your ownself all murdering that motherfucker.}

this conversation is tied with many others on hideousness, however

[amoray]

[oh well this was

not a good time to spring this on Gamzee, probably. not that any time ever is. which is why he's been putting it off.]

I'm thinkin' it's her Seer shit, Gam, 'cos there's no fuckin' way she coulda known otherwise.

Oh, that makes me feel better

[caprihorn]

[There has never and never will be a good time to spring anything on Gamzee.

EVER.]

Unless you all motherfuckin' up and told another motherfucker about it I'd all motherfuckin' up and believe you in on that.

[Pausing, still holding that knife.]

_{And that's the reason you've been up at being around her own-motherfuckin'-self?}

[amoray]

I don't think Ed would go around spreadin' it about, so we're probably right in assumin'.

[dead eying that knife.]

What, you thought I enjoyed gettin' dead human mummified heads showed it my face? Fuckin' fakey fake magic witch, forcin' me to be an accomplice to her spreadin' a lies. I been dealin' with it on account a her not askin' for much is all.

[caprihorn]

Motherfuckin' mummified heads? _{Where the motherfuck all was she up at getting heads like that to up and shove up at you?}

[Slowly putting down the knife, not letting go of it just yet though.]

[amoray]

It was some fuckin' emporium a lies. Magic and shit. Couldn't get the smell a incense outta my close for fuckin' days.

[strolling over and setting his hand over Gamzee's... and the knife.]

Don't be fuckin' jealous a her. It's doin' your quasi-royal swill a major disserwice.

[caprihorn]

[He's watching that for half a second before he lets go of the knife.

Then he moves to hold Eridan's hand and he will hold it gently, for Gamzee, if he actually manages to get that hand.]

Fine, I won't all motherfuckin' get at being motherfuckin' jealous of that motherfucker.

_{And it's not up at being motherfuckin' quasi-royal blood, Eridan.} It is all in on motherfuckin' being royal.

wait no this is my tsun tsun icon

[amoray]

[definitely not expecting that. he'd expected maybe some broken fingers, or getting a knife in the hand at the very worst - not tender hand holding. the flush of magenta in his cheeks is unavoidable, and embarrassing. he looks away from Gamzee, irate.]

Don't be fuckin' stupid, you're as much of an assblooded dirtscraper as the rest of 'em.

[not letting go of Gamzee's hand, though, because physical affection is rare and precious for ronery losers like him.

so fucking tsundere.]

Re: wait no this is my tsun tsun icon

[caprihorn]

[He sees that and since Eridan's still holding his hand he's definitely going to keep his hold.]

_{Nope, we're still motherfuckin' in having that best motherfuckin' blood a motherfucker can all be up at having.} You're the one up at in motherfuckin' having the motherfuckin' quasi-royal jokeblood up at in here.

[amoray]

You're outta your fuckin' pan.

[making eye contact again! it's with a flat glare. then his focus sort of drifts off from Gamzee's eyes and onto just his regular face.]

Where'd you get those scars, anyhow? You newer told me.

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee's still glaring directly at Eridan for the thinkpan comment, but at least it's only for a few seconds.

When he speaks he's smiling.]

_{I up and got these motherfuckers from after I subjugglated Equius.} Nepeta up and motherfuckin' all attacked my own-motherfuckin'-self. _{I all caught her at in on mid-pounce and up and broke her arm before she all hit the ground.}

Didn't motherfuckin' all want her to get at in being disappointed or any motherfuckin' thing, though, and I all still had to up and motherfuckin' make shit funny. _{So, I all dragged her claws all on at my face while wearing the biggest smile I all could.} Then I motherfuckin' all clubbed that cat at into kicking the wicked shit.

[amoray]

[Eridan pauses for a moment, contemplating what Gamzee's told him here. Then:]

I like 'em.

[caprihorn]

_{They are in at being bitching scars.}

[Grinning and stepping in a little closer.]

You could all get at looking a little closer in on them.

[amoray]

[OOH MR. MAKARA OOH]

Yeah, maybe.

[the hand-holding ends when he digs his nails in, because too much sentimentality and he'll just get awkward. and then Gamzee will probably laugh in his face or something.]

Would it be worth wearin' your fuckin' greasepaint for the rest a the day again? 'Cos that shit don't come off.

[caprihorn]

[Good thing that wasn't the metal hand or that might have hurt for Eridan. As it is Gamzee still can't really feel it though and won't notice it being too bad until he has blood trickling down his fingers, so he's just going to give Eridan a much tighter hand hold if he doesn't pull away.

Speaking of metallic hands though, Gamzee's right arm is awkwardly moving behind Eridan in an attempt to pull him in even closer still.]

_{You already got your understanding on that's it's at worthwhile.}

[amoray]

Sure, why not.

[he tangles his free hand in Gamzee's hair, leaning in and , for the most part, closing the distance between them. however, Eridan doesn't make the first move - he waits, to see if Gamzee will.]

[caprihorn]

[He almost grins a little too wide as he feels the hand weave into his hair.

Then he makes his move. The kiss he goes for this time is no less blundering than the first, but it is something much gentler than its predecessor.

Well, as gentle as it can be with his teeth and inexperience.]