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[crab]

THERE ARE SOME ISSUES I WOULD LIKE TO ADDRESS.
TO EXPLORE, IF YOU WILL.
EVEN DISCUSS, WHILE WE'RE AT IT.
ALLOW ME TO PRESENT MY GRIEVANCES:
WHAT THE FUCK IS *WRONG* WITH YOU GUYS?
WHAT HAS EVEN BEEN *HAPPENING*?
ARE YOU ALL INSANE? YES, YOU ARE. YOU ARE INSANE. I AM SURROUNDED BY PSYCHOPATHS.
I NEED NEW FRIENDS.
YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT'S THE BEST IDEA I'VE EVER HAD.
FRIENDSHIP POSITIONS OPEN. REQUIREMENTS: NOT BEING A MURDER-HAPPY, REVENGE-OBSESSED PYSCHO WHOSE IDEA OF RESOLVING A SITUATION IS IN ACTUALITY MAKING EVERYTHING A SOLID BILLION TIMES WORSE.

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[caprihorn]

_Aight. Can I take this motherfuckin' shit out now?

[His hands are curling around the arrows before he's even finished asking the question.]

[crab]

[ karkat opens his mouth to say no but

he doesn't really. want to take them out himself. ]

... Yeah, you can.

[caprihorn]

[Delicacy is not Gamzee's forte and so when he pulls the arrows out it's more of a wrenching motion that pulls back the blood and flesh.

At least Gamzee isn't wincing at the pain, but that smile probably isn't great to see either.]

[crab]

[ karkat looks away when he does it and- ugh gamzee could you have any less finesse. he stamps down his revulsion and moves to shove gamzee's hands and the arrows out of the way to first apply pressure to his wounds until they stop getting indigo all over the place, and then set about dressing them as best he can. ]

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee lets him work, but as Karkat does this he does make one honk at him.]

tagging half asleep is a fantastic idea shush

[crab]

[ he puffs out a sigh when he's done, leaning back. automatically, he reaches out with intent of absently stroking gamzee's face, but pauses with his hand halfway there, the other awkwardly hovering over gamzee's bandages.

something still feels off to karkat. he swallows nervously, wondering what to say. i'm sorry again would just be repetitive and empty. there is something meaningful he can say. it's not just meaningful, however. it's also terrifying.

he is uncharacteristically silent for several minutes, with a few false starts, before he abruptly launches into speech. ]

Okay, you know how I can never fucking shut up? Of course you do. You're also aware that half the histronics I spout from my belligerent facegash mean jack shit. Everyone who has had to endure my company for more than three seconds knows that. It's common knowledge. I blather my glutes off but seldom do I ever actually say anything, and that includes to you, and that's probably half the reason why you're pissed I guess, we're moirails, we're supposed to talk to each other, and that means really talk to each other and I guess this can be considered a sort of peace offering, like, I'm going to start properly holding up my end of the quadrant and quit shitting all over you, like a token of honesty, I really fucking mean it okay, so. Listen.

[ he bites his tongue. hard. fucking do it, karkat.

the words tumble out, rushed and anxious. ]

I love you.

[ BREATHES THAT WAS HORRIFYING ] A downright disgusting amount, actually. And don't take this as- oh my god, that was too fucking- you know what, this is gross. I am gross. Feel free to turn your head and vomit in response to the unparalleled amount of grossness that has unceremoniously thrown its heaving carcass into your lap.

HOPE YOU WENT TO BED AT A GOOD TIME YOU TWERP

[caprihorn]

[Finally Gamzee makes a move of his own to Karkat, reaches his robotic arm that isn't screwed up by arrow wounds in his shoulder, and aims to pull Karkat into him as he honks some more at him. He's still not thoroughly calm, but the sounds he makes are more gentle and worried than enraged at this point. But mostly he sounds relieved to finally hear something so important to me.]

_{Bro, I love yourself like an almost drowned motherfucker loves air} love you more than any brother or sister I've gotten my motherfuckin' feel on for _{and I ain't going to mind you saying you love myself too.}

[He pauses, painfully swallowing a bit, though he's not nervous now about how Karkat really feels. He's still sort of worried this will go topsy turvy on him.]

You're right about me _{and motherfuckin' me} wanting you to tell at my hearducts more about what's actually going on. _{Ain't disgusted by yourself or any feelings you got.}

Last person that I'd feel that way about.