When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Initiate, Gamzee, Kurloz, and the old goat! OPEN TO ALL!!

What| Bad raps, bad food choices, bad habits, bad people, brooding. Come meet the Makaras!

Where| All over the tribute tower, the commons, D5, and outside

When| Thicker Than Blood week!

Warnings/Notes|  Swears and slurs. Drug references. Past abuse/neglect implied. Atrocities done in the name of rap and miracles. Body modification / self harm / mouth stitching. Creepy awful people with Problems.

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[privilegecheck]

Kankri, being who he is, simply assumes that Kurloz is respecting his desire not to be touched in excess, and is quite pleased at that. He lets go of the other troll's shoulder, and ushers him over to a plush chair. Then he's off to the fridge, snagging one of Venus's healthy fruit smoothies and fumbling in the drawers until he finds a whimsical curly straw. He sets both down on the end table next to Kurloz, beaming with self-satisfaction at his own ability to provide hospitality.

"They haven't brought you for the Games, yes?" he asks hopefully, and Kurloz might detect the edge of a tremble in his voice, under that forced cheer. "That was what Porrim said before, but I don't know if it extends to all of our new arrivals. Oh, I should warn you - there are other trolls here, but they are from an alternate timeline. One far less civilized than Beforus, I'm afraid. There may be some culture shock involved in meeting them, and I thought it would be best to let you know beforehand."

Kankri likes to talk, and Kurloz never talks anymore, so it's easy for him to settle into his old manner of speaking, rather than the constant second-guessing and self-censoring he has to do with most people here.

[carnagecarnival]

Well. What do you know? He's being paid off in smoothies and curly straws. The smoothie gets a dubious glance but the curly straw? Whimsical perfection. He fixes the error of the smoothie by subtly sliding over the nearest sugar dispensary and casually pouring in a mother fuckin shit ton. And with that, for a singular moment, all is well with this blasphemous doomed world, and his old blasphemous doomed world, and each blasphemous doomed one to follow.

He is now fully prepared for a long degrading lecture to dutifully tune out, invoking the spirit of his babelicious matesprit in her deaf mother fuckin glory.

But he chooses not to tune out just yet.

One far less civilized than Beforus, Kankri says. Beforus. Civilized. How funny. It's even funnier recalling Beforus is dead. It seems the Seer is several steps behind if all he doesn't think Kurloz has already been introduced to the New Alternia via word of others. Not that it mattered much. It would die too.

He wonders if perhaps shrugging would be sufficient response to Kankri's question, just to see if that tremble could become a shaking of earth, but he doesn't, instead shaking his head and holding a hand up to say no. Which was a quite nuisance with all the 'yes' thrown on at to that question in terms of giving answer with nod or otherwise. But if he knows Kankri well enough, Kankri will take it to mean that which suits him best in the moment.