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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[carnagecarnival]

"Sorry."

It slips out quick, like a squeakbeast to the wheat. So much worthless noise.

"ABOUT BEFORE," He explains, looking down. "The knowing ain't so lost on him, don't you know. GOT A CRAW STUCK MUTANT RED WHAT AIN'T NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. I got a motherfucking beef up on with your Signless what may well be a whole mooing motherfucking feild of the beasts. HAD THOUGHT WHEN HE FIRST GOT A BEHOLDING OF THEM NUBS HERE TO POP THE FUCKER'S NUG FROM ITS CONNECTING JUST FOR THE SIGHT. Just for suchlike a motherfucker still can't be looking at him. FOR SHE TO HAVE TO LOOK AT HIM AND HE. Me and motherfucking I. WOULD BE DIFFICULT, HE'D THINK."

Messiahs know he'd want to tear the throat out of his future, if all such a thing presented opportune. All those times he dreamed of ripping through grey to reach fuschias royal only to find indigo, indigo, indigo all over, never nothing else. He carries on, "We can't get our gander on samelike and view the wicked pictures identical before us, he gets it. BUT SHE GAVE CHANCE BEFORE..." His shoulders are hiked and he keeps wanting to shrug them. There's an unpleasant look on his face but he's trying to smooth it.

"Should've snapped throat stem like ambrosial bread. SHOULD'VE CRACKED MARROW CLEAN TWO AND MOTHERFUCKING TWO AND SPLIT HARSH DIVISIONARIES AMONGST FELLOWS. Surprise for the happenstance of such would have been nil. A MOTHERFUCKING SURPRISING IT WOULD BE FOR NOT IN SLIGHT. But Alternian preach ain't your preach, is it? AIN'T A MEAOWBEAST'S MOTHERFUCKING JAM. He ain't forgotten what you said. AIN'T BEEN NO SLIPPING THROUGH OF HOLES FOR WHAT AS WAS DONE AND NOT MOTHERFUCKING DONE. Just as all she has mind and rememberance up on what a Highblood got done and not. WORD WOULD BE IT DON'T MEAN SHIT, THAT ALL WITH OUR RETURNINGS, WITH A MOTHERFUCKER GETTING HIS DEAD ON ANYWAY, IT DON'T MEAN NOTHING. But he ain't believing that, he ain't never been the type to. MEANT SOMETHING, THAT. He ain't believe in no wasting and... he ain't want to waste what chance she's given."

He rubs at his neck, so many motherfucking kinds of uncomfortable. Then he starts to walk too. "SHE CAN GET HER GOINGS ON. He ought check on those fuckers anyway, lest the kid motherfucking fall in again." His exasperation is oddly half-hearted.

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She doesn't reply at first, listening with quiet intent. She doesn't understand everything he says--but the basics perhaps. She's indescribably linked to Signless and it taints his view of her, from the moment he knew what her title was and what it meant. Slowly they split, she makes herself a person outside of him and she wonders if Terezi talks about her ever because it reminds her of the way Terezi can dislike Signless yet be pale for her. It makes her cheeks flush, not that he's really looking for it. So much of her life is tied up in Signless that she forgets sometimes that she can be seen without a film of mutant red.

"It's not your fault. We were all painted with the same brush. And he...I don't know what happened, if you give me a chance where you give him none. But thank you?"

She pauses, smiles half heartedly, "Good luck."

[carnagecarnival]

He doesn't want to tell her about it. No. That's for him and the Signless and if he has said nothing to the Disciple that's one damn thing the fucker did right. He, the Signless, and Terezi Pyrope. The Disciple need not know about chances already given and lost. So for all it makes his expression twist a little and harden, he doesn't say anything on it.

He passes her by, waving a hand. "TO HER TOO HE UP AND FUCKING SUPPOSES." They'd god damned need for it.

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[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She pauses, watches him for a moment, then turns and goes. Leaving him to his own devices as she ponders her own new set of thoughts.