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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 10, 2013 22:09:21 GMT -5
Gamzee led his new pet into his tiny dorm in the Church of the Mirthful Messiahs, closing the door behind him before letting him off his leash. "Aight, this is motherfuckin' it. Ain't much, but it's all a brother needs, haha. Feel free to look around like."
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 10, 2013 22:29:24 GMT -5
Dave watched the church, slightly intimidated, slightly amused. He didn't really know why, but he always thought this religion was pretty ridiculous. He walked obediently to the new room, noting that Gamzee didn't trust him by closing the door first. Alright, that was fine. He could deal. He started to walk around the room, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with many highbloods. This one was laid back but most weren't.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 10, 2013 22:34:10 GMT -5
Gamzee walked over to his husktop and sat, ankles crossed, precariously balancing his laptop on his kneecaps and starting to type, leaving Dave to his own devices.
His dorm was made up of three small rooms: a bathroom, a bedroom/main room, and a kitchen. The only thing about buying a pet on the spot was that he had no supplies for it at all. Dave would likely be forced to sleep on the floor.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 10, 2013 22:37:18 GMT -5
Dave sighed when he saw nothing that resembled a second bed. He looked in the kitchen, wondering if he'd get in trouble for making some food.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 10, 2013 22:56:08 GMT -5
The kitchen was an absolute mess, but stocked with food. Flour covered nearly every surface, empty milk cartons and boxes of food were strewn about, egg shells were strewn about on the counter; it got worse, but there's no need to go into that much detail. The refrigerator was filled with raw baking ingredients and Faygo, mostly, but there were other things.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 11, 2013 14:59:58 GMT -5
Dave looked around, and sighed. He grabbed a Faygo, wondering if it was any good. He'd never tried it. Then he walked back into the main room, sitting down against a wall and starting to open the bottle.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 11, 2013 15:53:36 GMT -5
Gamzee looked over and grinned. "Pineapple ain't too motherfuckin' bad, now, but you seem like more of a Redpop motherfucker to me," he advised. He was sitting cross-legged with a book in his lap now, his husktop abandoned next to him.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 11, 2013 16:01:26 GMT -5
Dave blinked, then got up, following his advice. He came back with a different bottle, and sat down again, twisting it open as he tried to casually see what book the other was reading.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 11, 2013 16:20:19 GMT -5
It was the Book of Mirth, one of the 13 holy books associated with the religion of the Mirthful Messiahs, in large print. Gamzee was doing his homework.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 11, 2013 16:34:37 GMT -5
Dave looked it over, walking over. Unfortunately, he'd never learned to read, so the symbols meant nothing to him. "What's that?"
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 11, 2013 16:44:54 GMT -5
"The motherfuckin' Book of Mirth, my finest of motherfuckin flesh monkeys." Gamzee looked over at Dave, showing him the book.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 11, 2013 16:53:37 GMT -5
He looked at the book, but he couldn't read it at all. "Is that from the clown religion?" he asked.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 11, 2013 16:57:16 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah, haha. If that's what you're all wanting to motherfucking be calling it. Me and the church are in the motherfucking happiest of motherfucking study-relationships, you dig? I'm all training to be a motherfucking Grand Priest, and in a wicked competition with my blood-brother. Me or him will take top dog, and the other'll get second place."
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 11, 2013 17:12:27 GMT -5
Dave snorts, but nods. "Alright, man, whatever floats your boat."
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 11, 2013 17:28:31 GMT -5
"Fucking boats, man, how /do/ they float? Motherfuckers just up and get on us at to just what the motherfuck we want them to do and up and carry us over all that fuckin sea. And sometimes, they just motherfucking decide that they ain't putting up with none of that carrying around bullshit no more, so they just sink, and that shit ain't cool."
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