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[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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[Hey, it's the stupid stuttering robot again.]

[It's pretty common to see a morose fool mucking about on the network, but not often do the morose fools break into song. It might not be the type of music Gamzee would usually listen to, but he could still appreciate the talent. You win this one, rusty dude. He's gonna sit here and listen, because the mournful sound is easy on his pointy little grey ears.]

Weren't expectin' all a noise motherfuckin' like what's that is to be comin' outta such a hunk of junk.

[It was what he needed to soothe his raging hangover, anyway. Gamzee curled up in front of the terminal some more. Drinking the nasty flower tea was disgusting, but it was making his stomach feel a little better.]

Props all being directed at them fuckin' pipes yours, motherfucker.

I a-a-ain't ju-junk.

[But there's not a lot of oomph behind the words. He's not up for an argument right now, he just wants to sing.

He scuffs the ground with a foot, half leaning over the terminal]

I wa-wa-was made ta sing. It's what I'm supposed ta d-do. 'Course I'd be g-good at it.

[Gamzee's not one for compassion, but if Rabbit wants to sing as a form of catharsis, he'll definitely be a willing audience. He'd poured his tea into an empty Faygo bottle, and after taking another swig of the steamy concoction, he made a quite displeased face before returning the bottle to the terminal desk and addressing Rabbit again.]

Motherfucking made for it? That's all kinds of fuckin' wicked cocky, you ass.

[He grinned, scratching at his ear with an overgrown claw. He probably looked like shit. He didn't care.]

What about motherfuckin' throwin' down them sick beats, huh? Ever get your slam on with another motherfucker? Get the rhymes flowin' like a gangsta flyin' fuckin' straight up outta the slayborhood?

[He couldn't think of anything else that would improve his mood. Everyone he knew was apparently dead, he was all by himself here, all he had left was his music. As long as Gamzee wasn't openly insulting him, he saw no reason to make a fuss. Even the hunk of junk comment managed to pass by with barely any kind of argument.]

It's t-t-true. I wa-was made ta ma-make music, it's wha-what I do best.

[It's fine, Rabbit certainly doesn't look his best either, battered and dented.]

... Ya me-mean rap? I uh... d-don't do that kinda mu-music, buddy. I can rhyme just fine though.

[Gamzee visibly wilted, throwing his feet up on either side of the monitor, now. The bottle of tea rested on his belly, and he'd shift around every now and again when his position upset his already nauseated stomach.]

Then this brother just all gotta be up and teachin' you the wicked word, my clunky metal ninja.

[He tapped the toe of his sneaker against the side of the monitor, sending a tap-tap-tap noise through the mic.]

If you can fuckin' rhyme, you can fuckin' rap, yo. Just gotta spin the righteous shit and step up the BPM dial to motherfuckin' harshnasty on all the bitches asses!

[He seemed to perk back up throwing his arms in the air as he talked.]

Come on, you all gotta be wantin' a little variety in your gig, ain't you?

[Sorry, Gamzee. He doesn't even like rap. Do you know how old school he is? Bobby Darren was still popular last he checked. He only knows one song from the 80's.]

I-I don't know, bu-buddy. We got a pretty particular c-crowd back at h-h-home. Rappin' would ki-kinda be outside of the group.

We're m-more alternative an' acoustic. Ca-can't really ra-rap ta a steampunk crowd.

[What's the 80's? Who's Bobby Darren? Gamzee's from another fucking planet, I think the musical ignorance is mutual, here. However, he won't be at all thrilled when he finds out about your dislike for rap.]

Well you ain't motherfucking at home no more, is you?

[Just going to ignore the fact that he has no idea what the fuck a "steampunk crowd" is.]

Come on, I'd bet my motherfuckin' boonies on all what you'd be, like, being all up and a killer fuckin' rapbot, probably.

[BUT HE DOESN'T LIKE RAP]

It a-a-ain't re-really my style, see. I'm old fa-fashioned I guess.

[If you look at him, you'd notice this.]

I li-like lo-love songs an' guitars. I d-d-don't think ra-rappin' would really go along well with those two things.

Ain't nu-nuthin' wrong with it.

[His dislike was baseless and he knew it]

Ju-just ain't fer me.

[What a soothing tune. Kanaya doesn't know much about music (or robots, besides the ones Equius used to make), but she at least knows when something is nice to listen to.

Though the melancholy still seems to weigh her features, she manages a polite smile when she turns on her feed.]

If you do not mind continuing your performance, I would be interested in hearing your other songs.

Ya w-w-would? We-well... good. I'm glad someone wa-wants ta listen...

Wha-wha-what kinda so-song wouldja like?

[At that, she looks a tad embarrassed.] I am afraid I don't know much about music. [Aside from sometimes slamming with Gamzee, but that's really different from this.]

I enjoyed what you sang. If there is anything in a similar style, I'm sure I would enjoy that, too.

[After that bout of fumbling on the topic of musical preferences, Kanaya tries again, a bit more specific this time:] I think I would like to hear what you want to sing most.

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[Chihiro claps when the song is over.]

That's a really lovely song! Are you a singer?

Wha-what I wanna sing the mo-most...

[He wants to sing something cheerful, but it isn't the same without his brothers around. But...]

I'll si-sing somethin' ni-nice.

[He knows all the words by heart, he can, at the very least, sing it for her. He taps out the beat with his foot, and then starts right up with an all time favorite.]

Y-yeah. I play instruments t-too. I'm real g-g-good at it.

[Kanaya sits up straight, attentive; the gesture is awkward when juxtaposed with her previous posture, but it's sincere.

As she listens, though, she can't help but relax back into her normal slouch. She sways a bit to the beat, and even finds herself clapping a little in time with his foot tapping. She has no idea what most of the song is about (some of it doesn't really seem to make sense), but it seems so happy, she can't help but enjoy it.

Happiness is in short supply, so it's nice that someone can still do something they enjoy so much.

Kanaya applauds lightly when the song concludes, her mood apparently lifted from the first song.] How pleasant! I would not expect that someone could find such happiness in— "steamboat shenanigans".

Oh you ca-can have a lotta fun with steamboat shenanigans. I ca-ca-can't really eat ice cream or d-drink sasperilla but it's still fu-fun ta sing about. An' dancin' an' singin' are a-always fu-fu-fun.

There really wa-was a boat that ra-ra-ran on music though.

I have never been on a steamboat before. Large bodies of water were not exactly safe where I came from. [At least if you weren't a highblood. Which Kanaya definitely was not.]

Was there really such a vessel? [She looks interested!] Is there more to that story? It seems considerably fantastical.

Re-really? We-we-well maybe we can bu-build one here! An' play s-songs on it an' everything! I know there's wa-water here that's gotta be safter ta be in.

'Course there was! I wa-wa-was on it! Sa-sang on it too. We went d-d-down the river an' pl-played fer mermaids an' all that sorta thing. Ri-river mermaids look a bit di-different than ocean mermaids. But they sure still are p-pretty.

I don't know if I would be much help in building it or playing music, but I would not mind riding on this hypothetical steamboat. [Without the Empress and her military around, the water can't be half as bad as Eridan's desert, surely. Kanaya is tough, she could give it a try.]

You sound as if you have had many adventures in regards to your performance venues. I did not know it was even possible to power something by song. [She can't say she's entirely surprised, with the kind of stuff she's seen around the Tower, but it's not something she's really thought of before.]

Oh no? We-well I don't know nu-nuthin' 'bout buildin' either, bu-but I could try! No p-p-point in not tryin'!

Y-yeah all over th' place! You see some c-crazy stuff in kazooland. No one here's e-e-ever been ta there though, I know that.

It's real da-dangerous sometimes, but a whole lotta fu-fun.

[GAMZEE DOESN'T LIKE TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER. You will learn to love rap one day, Rabbit. You will. He scrunched his face up in consideration.]

Ain't nothin' wrong with all the fuckin' shit you be into, neither. Answer me this, though, bro.

What all if the song dude was up at being a motherfuckin' love rap with a wicked fuckin' guitar in the bg?

[Yes, he said "bee-gee".]

Come on, your tin ass gotta budge motherfucking somewhere. Acoustic rap, ain't nothin' of what usually be fuckin' done. More like old school shit - even gangster rap can get old school, my brother.

[His new goal in life was to have this guy throw down some sick... acoustic... love-themed... beats.]

[YOU ARE ASKING TOO MUCH OF HIM SIR. He'll play Justin Beiber tunes before he raps a single line!]

... It'd be ki-ki-kinda we-weird. I thought ra-rappin' was about other things. L-like cappin' hoes an' puttin' metal on your teeth.

I'm n-n-not really educated on r-rap, man. I d-d-don't listen ta it.

[Nope. Nope. Not happening. You'll have to kill him first.]

[Well, if that's what it takes... Gamzee did let out a loud, honking laugh at "cappin' hoes", though. It lasted a few moments before it died off and left Gamzee squirming uncomfortably in his seat.]

Heh heh heh, urghh...

[He took a few moments to settle his stomach, sipping at that nasty drink ruefully.]

A motherfucker can all be slamming about whatever the fuck be resonating at all what his fuckin' pump biscuit be all telling in him strong, you dig?

Ain't restricted to pimpin' bitches and rollin' in the boonies, yo. Though that be a motherfuckin' sweet topic all in its motherfucking self.

[He grinned. He knew Rabbit was reluctant to talk any rap business, but it was entertaining making people uncomfortable.]

You be a little motherfuckin' set in your damn ways, ain't you?

[ Tavros would be seen leaning toward the screen, resting his chin on his hands and smiling. Even though he loved to embarrass himself by awful rap lyrics, but hearing that soothing type of music was enjoyable as well. ]

That was really amazing. You're a great performer! I'd love to hear more!

[There is just polite clapping at first, but after a moment, Diarmuid settles in front of the terminal completely.]

Very nice my friend, though I suspect the song is suppose to be a little less melancholy originally? The music type is much different from what I am familiar with, so perhaps I am wrong...

[He gives the damage on the robot's face a critical and worried look.]

You have had a rough time since we last spoke. Is Yotsuba all right?

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