animus_network | 005 ♑ [fifth honk]

A BrOtHeR AiN'T TrYiN To gEt hIs hArSh aLl oN OvEr nOtHiNg sMaLl oR NoThIn
ExCePt tHiS MoThErFuCkIn nOiSe iS Up aNd gOiN FrOm sMaLl sPuDs tO FuCkInG SHIT.
IN LESS MOTHERFUCKING TIME THAN IT TAKES THE FUCKIN OPTIMISTIFFS IN THIS JOINT.
to all let fly from their.
MOTHERFUCKING TRAPS.
about how all it's gonna be gettin.
SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING.
bEtTeR
BuT It dOn't gEt bEtTeR, mY BrOtHeRs aNd bItChEs
It aIn't nEvEr gOnNa gEt nO BeTtEr
No mAtTeR HoW MuCh sPaRkLy fLuFfY NoIsE AnY OnE MoThErFuCkEr's gOnNa wAnNa pUkE AlL OvEr tHe
MOTHERFUCKING.
truth.

ThEy tAkE A BrOtHeR AnD CuT HiM ThE FuCk oPeN
ShOvE ShIt iN HiM WhAt's nOt nEvEr sUpPoSeD To aLl bEiNg iNsIdE
CrEeP AnD CrAwL AlL Up iN HiS FrIeD OuT PaN LiKe iT AiN'T BeEn bLoWn tO BiTs aLrEaDy
MaKe hIm gEt aLl uP In tHe hArShEsT BuSiNeSs wItH HiS ReSpItEbLoCkBrOs
SpEnD HiS SlEePtImE In tHe hAlLs wHeRe hE CaN'T GeT No mOtHeRfUcKiNg sHuTeYe
RiP ThEm gOoD BrOs hE Be aLl sPlItTiN ThIs mOtHeRfUcKiN ShItHoLe wItH FrOm hIm
MaKe tHeM GoNe fOrEvEr
without saying MOTHERFUCKING GOOD bye.
GiVe iN HiM SoMe WICKED MOTHERFUCKING URGES.
that he all ain't never been to feeling before.
MAKE HIM QUESTION his.
mother.
FUCKING SELF.

WhO ArE YoU, mOtHeRfUcKeR?

HaHa
HAHA.
haha.
HONK.
honk.
HONK.
honk.

WHO THE MOTHER FUCK AM I?

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[The warm tides were washing right through him every second that he remained close to Tavros. Gamzee felt the boy's body tense, heard his breath hitch, and watched as the bronze flush slowly overtook his cheeks. Those fingers were closing tight around his hand as Tavros' eyes fell closed before him.]

[Oh. Oh, God.]

[It was this feeling. They were so close, hand-in-hand, Tavros had fluttered those eyelids closed in a precious sweep of his lashes, and Gamzee could almost feel the heat radiating off of the flushed face before him. It was that jittery, high-energy feeling that made his pump biscuit leap right into his protein chute, where it proceeded to bounce off of the sides of his throat like a strung-out superball while the rest of his body proceeded to heat up to the point where he was pretty sure his forever-cold, forever-dry palms were sweaty.]

[Oh, God, he was going to kiss him.]

[He was going to do it he was going to do it good lord how could he not look at how fucking cute he was what the fuck was he waiting for oh my God okay he was going to do it his stomach felt like it was going to fall out of his ass. Or shove his bloodpusher out of the way and try to make its escape through his mouth. Either or was happening and he really didn't have time to figure it out because he was going to kiss him now.]

[Oh fuck oh fuck he was a psychopath but he was only six fucking sweeps old he had no clue what the fuck he was doing whatever it didn't matter because here.]

[He.]

[Went.]

[His face was on fire and was probably somewhat reminiscent of a fucking eggplant right about now as he moved forward, hastily closing what little distance remained between them, sliding the tip of their noses together and oh shit did was he supposed to keep his mouth closed or open it or...?!?!???!?????? It didn't matter it was too late to go back because he was about to--]

005 ♑ [fifth honk]

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