notes: vii controls the voice, vitalyde/GH controls the body.



Gamzee: -impassive stare, lazy smile pulled at his lips-

Vii: -bops him on the head- U-Um...H-He wants to know h-how your doing...

Gamzee: Chill as a refrigeration device motherfucker. Hearts brother has got me on extra paps and slime doses. Trying to all... get me to remember why I don't got the like for killing motherfuckers, and to all practice some... wicked control. I guess. How's the whole pan sharing going blood brother?

Vii: -hand moves down his chest and paps- H-He says he's glad you've calmed d-down. Y-You're predictible when you're a-angry

Gamzee: -fingers twitch, but he stays still, staring, un-blinking- One bro all got me wrapped in a theory. Says when rage gets nice and comfy, part of my motherfucking think pan all unlocks. Clicks open, like a secret door, y'know? Makes me all... go back into our routes. Gets me operating under feral like tendencies. Shit, I got all schoolfed that since my mind so chopped and diced, small instincts are all, fucking, supersized.

Vita: -leans into him and snuggles- T-That's good. I-im not like Mr. Vita...I-I like you when you're calm and happy. I don't like you when your angry.

Gamzee: Honk. -laughs lightly, but doesn't move to touch him, nor push him away- No offense brother, but I still don't got no like for you. I know it's motherfucking... wriggler like or something. But there's shit my pan can't all hide, and it doesn't specify you or the other motherfucker.

Vii: -frowns, but then grinds against him- T-That's fine..I...I mean I'm sorry. I....I can't stop him when he's like this. I don't want to hurt anyone Gamzee, but...I don't have a choice.


Gamzee: -growls under his throat but remains still, eyes narrowing slightly, focusing on the red rimmed eye- S'all good motherfucker. But now I'm in the wonder, what kind of game that poison blooded brother is all instigatin.

Vita: H-He...says he wants to play...I-I don't know why. We...We've been busy today. -continues thrusting against him, face becoming flushed.-


Gamzee: -produces another snarl, before latching onto Vita's wrists and spinning the male around, pinning him to the wall, lazy smile still in place, but a slightly more dangerous look in his eyes- That's a pretty fucked up game, even for you motherfucker. Doing shit like that to genetic descendants.

Vii: -screams as he's pushed up against the wall before whimpering.- makehimstop -He whispers before grinding his ass against the male behind him-



Gamzee: -Flinches, rumble catching in his chest as he releases one wrist, slipping the free hand between then and shoving his lower body against the wall, a shudder passing over his body.- Shit. -Mental thought is blurring and he growls, trying to stay focused. Stay in his mind- Stop that motherfucker.

Vii: -moans softly, eyes closing shut as he barely whispers- cantmakehimstop....triedsomanytimes....hurts

(( Hm, if Gamzee were to loose control and -eyebrow-, would that be consider, rape, incest, or willing? Seeing as one half of GH is willing/messing with him. XD ))

((Hmmm. I would say since vii only controls the mind, it could be rape...idk.))

Gamzee: -another shudder passes down his spine, a thick haze rolling over his mind and he closes his eyes with a chirrup like sound- Shhhh, hush and shush motherfucker. Don't... don't move. No sounds. -swallows, breath all but non-existent as he attempts to get control of his mind. Before a growl- I'm informed of what that motherfucker is doing. Just... shhhhhh.

He lets out other gasp as his reaches his free hand and slowly pulls out a marker. "S-Shit...stopitvita." He whispers before uncapping the marker and writing indigo text on the wall.

" : o )"

Gamzee opens his eyes as he hears the gasp, eyes glued on the male's movements as the marker is popped open, and their signature smile emote is written on the wall. Laughs without humor under his breath, "Very funny motherfucker. Messing with my pan, trying to get shit to come out. Kind of all... fucking cruel to Vii though, don't ya think. Making him get some see and fear through his blood veins about fucked up shit like this?" Wrinkles brows slightly, "Wait, you all said motherfucker been doing this a lot?"

"Y-Yessss...mostly onceortwice a day...He....he g-gets bored very easily."

He whimpers again before writing something else. 'Vii enjoys this just as much as I do. He's been thinking about dear Karkat recently that it's going to his head...and other things. ; o )"
3:41pm
*so much that it's


An unbidden growl comes from the back of the Capricorn's throat as he stares, otherwise silent at what's written, the hand around the male's wrist gripping just a fraction tighter. "Thought you all had a matesprit motherfucker. Why get such thoughts around my hearts brother, unless your getting black inclinations." It can't be seen, but his lips give a twitch then, control slipping slightly,"Shit, not something I got any comfort for."


He whimpers again before tensing as the hand around his waist becomes tighter. I...I-I..." Slowly, the hand begins to write again.

'We can take whatever body we want Gamzee, even if one of us has a matesprit or not. Karkat will always be ours no matter what you do.'


He bites back another rumble, the pressure on the male's lower back pinning him to the wall increasing, fingers curling around Vii's side. "Shit bro, that's all kinds of motherfucking greedy." leans forward to snarl in his ear, "Only true in your fucking pan though. Even if you all try and take my hearts motherfucker by force, he won't get any true reciprocation."

He whimpers from fear, then shivers at the voice in his ear. "..hy....hyporcrite."

'That's okay. We're used to taking what we want anyway.  )'
**: o )

He chuckles, the sound deep at the back of his throat, as he leans forward a fraction more, "Maybe, but this motherfucker is greedy for only one brother. Not a crowd of potentials." He flinches slightly as he realizes the tone his voice is coming, and that he was leaning forward and leans back with a growl, giving his head a shake. "I'm all hesitant to release you motherfucker, if you keep all doing shit that fucks with my pan. Makes me all ponder dangerous things."

He remains silent before his hand begins to write again. 'What's the matter? You don't want Vii to play with Karkat? He thinks about him all the time now, much more then poor Jarren. I remember when he corned Karkat for the first time, I didn't even have to control him...he did it on his own.'

The hand that's holding Vii's lower back to the wall, whips up to wrap around the wrist that was writing, slamming it against the still to keep it still, as another growl comes from his throat, and his gaze narrows dangerously, "This all true motherfucker?"

He screams, shakingly violent before slowly nodding, to afraid to say anything to the troll.


That growl stays in Gamzee's throat now, a constant rumble, that unlike a purr, is more threatening, like a roll of thunder that shows no sign of ending. Now, he doesn't bother to keep his grip around the male's wrists loose, tightening them until his claws are all but digging into his wrists. "Then inform me bro, what you did with my hearts brother all nice and cornered. SPEAK TO ME MOTHERFUCKER, and schoolfeed my pan on what all happened."

He whimpers as his body tenses up. "I-I....I w-wasn't thinking clear....w-when I did it. I...I just cornered him b-before Vita took control. I didn't hurt him! I promise!"

Gamzee leans back in, resting chin almost bored on Vii's shoulder, releasing a barely audible honk, "That's not a answer motherfucker. THOSE ARE EXCUSES MOTHERFUCKING, fucking excuses. Inform me," the he jerked the male's wrist down so they were directly beside his shoulders, causing Vii to almost be crowded, "what," he chuckles very low for a moment before, "HAPPENED."

He shudders again before tensing. He swallows a few times before whispering. "ikissedhim."

There is a silence, before a massive growl that really does imitate thunder erupts from within his chest, rumbling. Now pinning the entire length of Vita's body against the wall, using his own, having crane his head just slightly to speak in the slightly shorter male's ear, "Is that motherfucking all motherfucker?"

"I-I....think I might have hit him, o-or something..I don't remember i-if it was Vita or not. B-But he stabbed me, a-and I blacked out. thatsalliremember!"

"Hmmm," releases an unsteady breath, body still tense, laughter barely above a whisper flowing almost as background music under his voice. "Shit motherfucker, I'm all conflicted. Part of me still wants to instigate hurt, the other is getting laughsassin giggles that he all stabbed you" Let's go of the hand with the marker, "What about you motherfucker, got any words on the matter?"

He shivers, before writing again.

'you're not telling him everything vii ; o )'

He screamed "I t-told him everything and you know it! I know you like making him angry but this isn't helping us at all! S-Shit..."

He released a deep chuckle, a sound that echoed around them, almost as if it didn't come from the male at all. But some deeper, darker place. "You situated and sure about that motherfucker? My darker blood brother may all, over exaggerate, blow shit out of fucking proportion." he snarls into Vii's ear again, "But he rarely MOTHERFUCKING, lies."

"I'm not lying! He is!...p-please..." He's struggling now, panic heard in his voice.

'I never lie. What do I have to lie about anyway? : o ) '

He growls, Vii's struggle triggering something akin to a mental switch, indigo eyes, and his fangs latch onto the male's neck, sinking into the flesh slamming his body against the male's back to hold him in place. A snarl rumbles against male's skin, holding that position until he stops moving. Before Gamzee unlatches his fangs, and although it cannot be seen, there is confusion and immediate regret, followed by something akin to disgust, that is quickly masked. "Hush and shush motherfucker, if he's lying, what get all MOTHERFUCKING, worked up?

He moans when he is bitten then shoved harder against the wall. If Gamzee were to look at him, he would see his face flushed and fear in his eyes. "B-Because you just said he rarely lies...that d-doesn't mean he can't be lying now! L-Let go...hurts..." He whimpers before struggling again.

He gives a thoughtful hum, his hold not loosening in the slightest as Vita struggles. He is watching him, words and images twisting in his mind as he seems to be pondering something. Before with a snarl, that free clawed hand wraps around Vii's neck, the other releasing his other wrist, to dig into his shoulder as he steps back, "Sorry motherfucker, but even if he is, you still laid forbidden touches on my hearts brother. STILL GOT MOTHERFUCKING TOUCHES, ON AN UNWILLING MOTHERFUCKER. you all know what that means, brother?

((assume at the moment vii has most control over his body and GH is just watching.))

He shivers before continuing to struggle the best he can. "I t-told you I was sorry! I told him I w-was sorry! W-What more do you want!?"

"Blood and screams brother MOTHERFUCKING BLOOD, hahaha honk, AND MOTHERFUCKING SCREAMS," spins the male, claws scraping over neck none to kindly as he forces the male to face him, slamming palms into either shoulder, digging claws into cloth and flesh, "Could have taken such confessions in patience, HAD THE MOTHERFUCKER NOT GONE AND MADE ME ROUGHED, fucking riled. Now motherfucker, I can hear them all." chuckles, and pauses for a moment, humming a tune, slow and quiet. A song eerily similar to a certain, ring around the rosie. Before his eyes refocus, and a knee comes up to slam into Vii's gut. "Karbrother drove home such affections were not wanted, I'll all help you to motherfucking remember that."

His legs crumple as the air is forced out of his lungs and he falls to the ground with a thud and curls up. "P-Please...."

The young indigo blood chuckled as he kneeled down, tilting his head to one side as he stared at the male's crumpled frame. "Sorry motherfucker, you're already on the FUCKING RIDE!" hands reach down, claws sliding into the cloth of the male's shirt, and jerking him upward, nearly pulling him hip height, before releasing him, one fist coming downward to slam into the side of Vii's head... perhaps face? before he hits the ground again. He doesn't really notice, nor care. He starts to laugh, a maddening sound, as claw swipes downward at the crumpled form, drawing a long line of blood and slamming another first over the fresh wound, watching the blood splatter and ooze. "Honk, honk, motherfucking honk. We've all got a nice blood color. Don't we MOTHERFUCKER."

He screams as blood is drawn. He curls up tighter before snapping his fingers and summon a spiked club. He snarls before attempting to hit Gamzee in the legs.

Gamzee is distracted by the blood, barely registering the sound of the snap, before he felt a pressure slam into his legs. A growl coming from him lips as he's knocked down, twisting around on sheer instinct to keep from falling on his back, landing instead on his side. He isn't necessarily dizzy as he rolls away, pushing himself back onto his feet with a twist, and pausing as a familiar sensation drips from his leg. He glances down quickly, seeing torn cloth from where the club's spikes ripped through flesh, and he glances back up with a snarl, giving both of his wrists a twist, and summoning his own spiked clubs to his hands. "That's one limb motherfuck, CAN YOU KNOCK ON THE OTHER THREE? Hahahahaha honk."

Vii slowly pushes himself up and stumbles back. His body keeps shaking as he grips his own clubs tighter. Vii was not a fighter, Vitalyde was, but he had given up controlling their body for the moment. He was left to fend for himself. "I-It was self defense...I-I don't want to hurt you..p-please stop."

"HAHAHAHAHahahahahaHONKHONKhonk... honk," he licks his lips, indigo eyes becoming half-lowered before, "No," and he flash steps, seeming to vanish, but with his injured leg, there is a slight blur to show Gamzee's movement as he comes to Vii's side, shoving one club at the male's gut, swinging the other one at his shoulders.

His body jerks to the side from the impact as he lands on his side, one hand curling around his stomach that's is slowing being covered in indigo blood. He growls before trying to crawl away

Gamzee laughs, using both clubs to swing at Vii from the other side, a sweeping motion as he moves his entire form with the movement.

His body lurches to the other side before he curs up again, trying to protect his face from being attacked. "P-Please..."

He laughs once more, though this one is deep, as if the sound is caught in the male's chest, only a slight note of fluctuation to it's tone. "It's so beautiful motherfucker... don't you hear it. DON'T YOU MOTHERFUCKING SEE IT!" he swings both clubs down again, this time doing the action continuously, following each strike with another, hitting at different angles, different spots. As if the male's intent was to wound every visible part of the troll's body.

(( I always feel bad typing this side of Gamzee. D8 It just me wanna go awwww, for him and his victims. More-so victims, because they gotta put up with it, but with Gam too cuz he regrets this shit and doesn't actually want to hurt anyone. Even though he thinks he does when in a rage. x] ))


He continues to scream, trying to curl up tighter in a hope that it won't hurt anymore. But the pain just keeps on coming until he is covered in blood, scratches and bruises. He had stopped screaming halfway through, and is now breathing as if it's impossible for him.

Then suddenly, Gamzee stops, staring at something on the wall. Something that apparently only he sees. Only he registers. That smile is still pulls at his lips as he watches it, indigo blood splattered and covering the front of his from, as he giggles. Staring... staring. And then, he simply walks away, juggling clubs vanishing into supposed thin air. Walking, until he is face to face with the wall, then he honks, and walks through the door vanishing. One last honk reaching into the room, through a door left ajar.


			-ENTER DOCTOR JARREN LOL.-


terminallyCapricious:
Then suddenly, Gamzee stops, staring at something on the wall. Something that apparently only he sees. Only he registers. That smile is still pulls at his lips as he watches it, indigo blood splattered and covering the front of his from, as he giggles. Staring... staring. And then, he simply walks away, juggling clubs vanishing into supposed thin air. Walking, until he is face to face with the wall, then he honks, and walks through the door vanishing. One last honk reaching into the room, through a door left ajar.
LOLOLOL, that's so fucked up and beautiful at the same time. XD ))
10:39pmmirthfulhighblood:
((hehehe))

He lays there for a moment before suddenly sitting up, a cry echoing from his lips as if he didn't want to move. The hand reaches into their pocket and puls out their phone before texting their matesprit. "We made Gamgam angry again, he was very violent." He texts the address before his body falls to the ground limp once more, almost as if he never moved.
10:57pmterminallyCapricious:
There is a long silence, before the rapid sound of foot steps gradually growing louder echo from the hallway. The door is all but slammed the rest of the way open, and Jarren is standing there, breath coming out and sharp huffs. He flinches at the sight but doesn't look away, an irritated scowl laced with worry churning over his lips, "Dear fuckin gogs of t'e dark univuhse," he all but whispers before he's at the male's side, "Shit, shit, shit! Ah dun care who's currently in yer head, yer both fuckin morons!" he growls, hand extending to touch, but finding the male all but covered in fucking blood, before settling on attempting to brush back some of his hair. "Shit..." he runs both hands down his own face, "Merciful fuck tis is all from ya isn't it... fuck! Are ya still uhlive?"
11:00pmmirthfulhighblood:
He glances at him and lets out a quiet whimper before his hand moves to a pile of blood to write something he wrote earlier. ' : o )'

He crys out in pain when the hand moves, a snap can be heard as the hand finally fals back to his side.
11:17pmterminallyCapricious:
An irritated, uneven growl comes from his throat, scowl deepening as his brows furrow together, "Of fuckin course ya'd respond wit sometin' like tat." He is on his feet in the next moment, running into a room, the sound of crashing coming from where he vanished. Running water can be heard next, followed by more items colliding with the floor, and irritated snarls and curses, before Jarren reappears, juggling a large kettle normally used for stew, filled with water, numerous towels and rags, and his cell phone pressed against his cheek and shoulder. "YEAH AH FUCKIN KNOW IT'S GONNA TAKE UH LITTLE BIT FOR YER DIPSHIT PARAMEDICS ASSHOLES TO UHRRIVE! JUST GET TEM TO FUCKIN MOVE IT YA CONDESCENDIN BITCH!" Sets the pot next to Vii, before throwing the cell phone across the room with a growl. "Useless fuckin humans, ain't got uh cell in tere damn tink pans." Sets the towels in a pile, before he pulls out a jar with sopor slime in it. He dips his fingers into it, and brings his hand to where he thinks the male's mouth, "Here, eat some, it should all... fuck, ah dunno. Do some stupid numbin' ting or somethin.
*"
11:19pmmirthfulhighblood:
((NURSE JARREN BEST JARREN))
11:20pmterminallyCapricious:
(( FUCK YEAH B] SHIT, HE AIN'T GONNA BAWL AND PANIC. HE'S GOING TO FLIPS HIS SHIT AND GET THINGS MOTHERFUCKING DONE. LIKE A BAWS ))
11:20pmmirthfulhighblood:
((YEEEEEAH))
11:23pm
He slowly takes some of the sopor in his mouth and swallows, before jerking his head back painfully against the floor. "Vi.....ta....S-St....op" He manages to whimper before writing another message. 'This is your punishment Vii. No rotten toxins shall pass through OUR body."
11:36pmterminallyCapricious:
He snarls. slapping a hand to his forehead with an irritated sigh, "Holy hoppin' shit, ya two are arguin' again, aren't ya? Gog dammit, forget G-Zee, you fuckuhs will end up killin' each othuh!" In silence, Jarren moves back to the pot of water, dumping the rest of the sopor in the water, before shrugging off his white coat, and tossing it to the side, safely away from all the blood. "Ahlright General Vita, can ah at least fuckin clean out yer wounds and stop tem from bleedin. Since yer fuckin' weird as all hell and don't sleep in uh coon, maybe t'e sopor will help seal some o' yer wounds fastuh and keep ya from dyin' on me."
11:39pmmirthfulhighblood:
((pretty much jarren xD))

He shudders as his arm snaps again before writing once more. 'Of course you may solider. Just because I choose to sleep in a different area then most trolls doesn't make me weird. : o ) '
11:54pmterminallyCapricious:
Jarren stares at those blood written words for a moment, before then directing his gaze to the bloodied body in front of him, "Yer fuckin' jokin, right? O' course it's fuckin weird. Recuperuhcoons produce slime, and tat shit through some voodoo scientific musclebeast shit, re-energizes and heal troll wounds fastuh. So yeah, t'e fact ya don't sleep in one is fuckin' weird." dips a towel in the sopor/water concoction, mixing the substance together before reaching out to brush the cloth over... fuck, the closes part of blood covered Vita to him. For but a split second, there is a slight tremor of his hands. An irritated snarl pulls from his lips and he tightens fists in the cloth as brushes it over the wounds. No, nothing about this sight bothers him in the slightest! Fuck that emotional bullshit! He dips the bloodied cloth into the sopor water again, and continues to try and clean the-holy fuck some of these wounds are deep.
11:59pmmirthfulhighblood:
"Ma....M-Maybe he doesn't n-need....sopor...since he's....the best....a-and all." He breathes out and then tenses as the rag makes contacts with his wounds. "We...We're sorry....I-I am anyway..."

'I'm not. honk : o )'
Today
12:02amterminallyCapricious:
(( I am off of work and heading home~! You still gonna be on? ))
12:02ammirthfulhighblood:
((Yup!))
12:02amterminallyCapricious:
(( AWESOME, see ya when I get home ))
12:03ammirthfulhighblood:
((kay))
12:37amterminallyCapricious:
(( GUESS WHO GOT CHICKEN WINGS? THAT'S RIGHT! THIS BITCH!OMNOMNOMNOMNOM ))
12:38am
(( ... but I'll share with joo. D8 ))
12:38ammirthfulhighblood:
((yummy!))
12:40amterminallyCapricious:
(( 8D ))
(( What was the last post? X3 ))
12:40ammirthfulhighblood:
"Ma....M-Maybe he doesn't n-need....sopor...since he's....the best....a-and all." He breathes out and then tenses as the rag makes contacts with his wounds. "We...We're sorry....I-I am anyway..."

'I'm not. honk : o )'
12:41amterminallyCapricious:
(( Or does Loocy wanna slam wicked Zs? ))
(( Oh damn, nvm. XD Slow connection lag. XD ))
12:42ammirthfulhighblood:
((laff))
1:00am
((-steals your chikan wangs-))
1:03amterminallyCapricious:
He grunts, squeezing out the cloth before continuing trying to clean the wounds and stop the bleeding. "Yeah, maybe..." Oh look, he found one of Vii's arm, this was like one giant, fucked up game of hide and seek. "And neither of ya have tuh be sorry. Ahlready knew General wouldn't, though. Part of who ya fuckin are, or whatevuh. Ain't gonnuh try dat. Just wish ya wouldn't nearly kill yourself in t'e process." Continues the cleaning, rinsing so that the wounds are actually visible under the blood, "Fuckin' human Jesus, look at tis shit. Wha' t'e hell didja say to him?"
1:04am
(( Butbutbut. They're spicy to. D8 Annnnd buffalo-y. D'8 WHY YOU STILL MY CHECKEN WEENGS? QvQ ))
1:07ammirthfulhighblood:
((-hands back chikan wangs. also shows jarren the blurbs from earlier.-))

"I....I j-just wanted to s-say hi...but...Vita k-kept antagonizing him...T-Then he told Gammy a-about me liking Karkitty. I c-couldn't stop either of them." He groans before shutting his eyes. "H-He's mad at me...t-that's why he didn't help me fight Gammy.."
1:13amterminallyCapricious:
Jarren tenses slightly at the mention of Karkat, and growls under his breath, more irritated at himself than anything, as he rinses out as he tosses the now blood soaked rag to the side. "Nearly any fuckin' mention of you an Karkat's enough t'e send tat fuckuh into a rage. Makes sense," he grabs another towel then, wetting and continuing to clean, draping another clean towel over the already cleaned area to keep blood from pooling up again, "... wait, Vita's mad at ya? What fer? Not listenin tuh him or somethin?"
1:14am
(( Jarren: -reads through blurbs quietly- ... -growls and shoves them away- Why t'e fuck should ah care about tis shit? ))
1:15ammirthfulhighblood:
"F-For not letting him p-play with Karkat. H-He doesn't feel pain if this body gets hurt, only me. S-So he figures he can torture me physically and mentally.."

((you wanted to know what happened dummy.))
1:16amterminallyCapricious:
(( Hm, you'd think he'd be interested in that bit where Vita said Vii thinks about Karkat more than him. ~ ))
(( Jarren: ... ah don't care. ))
1:17am
(( Ooooooh? ))
(( Jarren: -glare and frisbee's Aussie in the face- Fuck off! ))
(( T3T -gets back to typing response- ))
1:19ammirthfulhighblood:
((Vii: V-Vita l-lied..))
1:20amterminallyCapricious:
"Huh, tat fuckin' sucks, but it makes sense," continues cleaning silently. "Tat why your so nervous around G-Zee, an wanna befriend him? Tat way General Vita can't use t'e fuckuh as an impromptu torture deice against ya?"
1:22am
(( Jarren: Gog dammit, ah said ah don't care so just fuckin drop it. -hooks frisbee back on his belt- Ain't none o' my business who ya tink about. Ah ain't a highschool wriggluh tat wants ya t'e only tink of me, tats fuckin childish. ))
(( ... -says nothing- >,> ))
*torture device
1:23ammirthfulhighblood:
"M-Mostly yeah. B-But I still want to be f-friends with him...e-even if he doesn't like me. I won't give up." He cries out when a spot on his arm and brushed.

((Vita: -giggle- L-Like Gammy?))
1:27amterminallyCapricious:
"Sorry," he grunts under his breath, almost off-handedly, but when he goes back to that spot, he's physically more gentle, dabbing lightly at the wound to clean, and almost as if he's unaware of it, reaches a free hand out to brush some hair out of Vii's face. He quickly retracts the appendage afterwards and continues, "Tat one sliced uh nerve, it looks like." Jarren mumbles to himself, rinsing the rag before continuing, "Why ya so keen on gettin' friendship status wit' G-Zee?"
1:28am
(( Jarren: -smirks slightly at that- Yeah, like G-Zee. He fuckin' said love makes ya do crazy shit or somethin', but he's really just tat childish. ))
1:32ammirthfulhighblood:
((Vii: Like a wriggler~ Heheheh.))

As the cool hand touches his face he opens his eyes and smiles sadly. "I...don't h-have any friends.." His eyes becoming unfocused as he lets out a weak sigh. "We don't need friends, all they do is die on us."