015 ♑ [fifteenth honk] [video/text.]

[hystericull]

[Gamzee sits in front of the camera. He looks... different. Not just the obvious different that is the huge, stitched up gash across his forehead, either. He's been picking at the sutures there - they're loose and crooked, and the wound has started to reopen a little. All of that prodding and fussing has made the puckered skin around it burn a bright, angry purple - the same color as the bloody gunk seen between the gaps of the stitches.]

[Even though the video is on, he makes no effort to make eye contact, or address the network verbally. Instead, he just looks like he's concentrated on typing, looking down at the keyboard, then back up to the screen, but never moving his eyes up to the camera.]

dId you ever all get your motherfUcKiNg nOtIcE On.
of JUST HOW ALL FUCKIN SILENT THIS WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING PlAcE ReAlLy bE Up aNd At?
SoMeTiMe a BrOtHeR JuSt aLl gOtTa sHuT ThEm lOoKsTuBs and open all up to the noiseless noise his motherfuckin hear ducts.

[He laughs silently, rereading his text. He looks genuinely calm. For a moment. Then, his face falls, and he pecks away at the keyboard a little harder.]

MAYBE YOU ALL WEREN'T NEVER AT FUCKIN HEARING SUCH SHIT WHAT I ALL BE NOW MOST MOTHERFUCKIN BEREFT IN.
maybe you ain't wanna know what i all motherfuckin did.
MAYBE YOU WOULD UP AND BE THINKING I ALL DIDN'T HAVE NO MOTHER FUCKING CHOICE.
maybe i was all motherfuckin crazytown in the nuglug til the boss dude cut me the fuck open.
MAYBE THE MOTHER FUCKING SCREECHING TORE THE NOISE CANALS UP OUT MY MOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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[As his text distorted, the video would show his face almost pained, twisted up in an expression of anger as his head jerked to the side. Once. Twice. Three times.]

G-g-ghghh... ughh-- F-F-F-F-Fuck--

Comments

[true_noir]

...

Should I allow the two of you to have your conversation in peace today?

[hystericull]

Quit patronizing me!!!

[He grunted again as his body jerked in reaction to his outburst. When he spoke again, he was calmer.]

I ain't fucking crazy, you motherfucker. Don't much fuckin' care if you think I motherfucking am, so long as all you ain't talkin' at me with such fuckin' disgusting pitywords.

[true_noir]

Pity... no, I will be clear that I don't think Pity describes anything I feel about you. [Concern, a hint of fear, a bit of pointed wish to be the one on top this time? Yes. Pity? No.]

[hystericull]

[Well... this was awkward. Certainly, he shared her views, and pity was the last feeling on his list. He hoped he could skirt the embarrassment of even implying it, and move on. Not that she would know anyway, since positive human emotions don't usually revolve around pity, but he wasn't very well-versed in the distinctions between trolls and humans.]

Good.

[...]

Forget I said on it.

[true_noir]

Said what? I'm a forgetful woman. I'm sure we never had this conversation.

[hystericull]

Good. If you sure I ain't got no chance of seein' some tits, then a motherfucker be pretty sure he be all up and got his finish on here.