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[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Someone is feeling lonely and depressed and just... oh just about every flavor of 'not good' in the book that a robot can feel. If he had a stomach it would be in knots right now.

It's... been an unpleasant time here. The damage on his face is clear enough, with the one blue eye constantly flickering out. He gives his head a sharp rap and it flickers back on again, but there's no smile into the terminal right now.

He just wants to try and cheer himself up]

H-hey. Does anyone he-he-here wanna song? I gotta few s-s-songs if ya wanna hear 'em.

[No accordion, none of the songs he wanted to sing needed it anyway. He was kind of taking Legolas's advice and doing what he likes to do anyway.]

It's a re-re-real sweet one. Nuthin' t-too loud 'r nuthin.

[He hums a few bars, before going into the piece, the tune just a little bit more mournful than usual.]

...

I-i-if ya want any other s-songs, I got more. Wou-wouldn't mind s-singin' 'em fer someone if they wanna hear it.

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

Y-y-yeah well it's in my particular 'pump biscuit' t-t-to not rap. I ain't g-good at it. Who ever he-heard of a rappin' r-robut anyway?

[So yes, yes he was rather set in his ways on this one. Rabbit was many things, but a rapper was not one of them]

I just d-don't think I'd be a-any g-good at it! It ain't fer me!

[hystericull]

God damn you be a stubborn-ass motherfucker!

[Gamzee shook his head, then immediately regretted the action. It made his headache about ten times worse. Groaning, he rubbed a hand against his temple.]

A'ight, dog. Maybe what all a brother needing to all be doing is to all motherfuckin' get his extend on of the ol' olive branch, you dig?

What can you be teaching me 'bout all the stuff that's what the jams what you all get the fuck down with, huh?

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Hell yes he's stubborn. There's a puff of steam from the 'bot as Gamzee finally breaks down and decides to ask him about his music]

It's g-g-gotta have h-heart in it. Real nice stuff, even if it's ki-kinda silly. All true st-stories too, an' they g-gotta be good ones. Though there's nu-nuthin' wrong about writin' a song about takin' yer dog fer a walk.

Ju-just as long as ya make it interestin'.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee ponders this for a moment. It's a little different than rap, but it's the same in that it needs a subject to base the whole thing around. Though, rapping can, and oftentimes does, deviate from the original subject.]

So... you gotta have a story? Can't be all fuckin' using just somethin' like, yappin' your motherfucking maw off 'bout an object or, like, a motherfuckin' feeling?