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WHO: John and Gamzee
WHERE: Somewhere with trees, and squirrels
WHEN: Later in this very night (or maybe it's better to say early this morning)
WARNINGS: Gamzee is his own warning, also he will be harassing and throwing squirrels
SUMMARY: After getting the news from Davesprite, John goes back to his Gamzee watching duties, because he'll be damned if anyone else is dying tonight! At least not by a pair of crazy clown hands.
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[ John is worn out, tired, more than ready to crawl into a corner and pass out. After spending a good section of the day running around to various bus stops looking for some weird other-worldly gate he could go through to save his friends, and spending the entire time trying to watch Gamzee's murderous ass and keep him calm anyone would be.

But then that wasn't the end of John's day. Not only did he have that to deal with, but Jade had showed up as well. Normally he'd be elated to see Jade again, whether she remembered being at the City before or not, but today probably wasn't the most opportune time. He feels bad he hadn't been able to really give Jade a tour of the place and make sure she was settled in comfortably (he is gonna have to make it up to her later for sure!)

The real blow had been delivered by Davesprite though. John is still trying not to think about it. If he starts to think about it, he starts feeling kind of sick. He's got things he needs to do right now too, and he can't afford to feel sick, so he can't afford to think about it. It's as simple as that.

So here he is, floating behind Gamzee, trying to make sure the troll didn't get up to anything dangerous (for other people). ]

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[caprihorn]

[In the time John had disappeared to go take care of things Gamzee had gotten into something. No more bruises or cuts are on Gamzee beyond what he's gotten from an earlier juggalo fight with Eridan, it's own weird adventure, and everything else seems pretty much the same except that he now has a glove.

One white glove with red on it, if anyone tried it they'd figure out it was Faygo and not blood, but as it is it looks suspiciously like the latter.]

Honk. _{Hey, bro.}

[He also sounds suspiciously calmer than before. That may be because-]

The wicked noise makers up in my pan stopped.

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[ Sadly when someone sees a red stained glove warn by a boy who has a bad habit of killing, blood tends to be the first thought that comes to mind. It's a little too light and not rich enough of a color to be blood, and if John really stopped to think about it he might think to ask about it instead of jumping to conclusions.

As it is, he starts getting a completely different sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He'd been wrong to leave Gamzee on his own, especially when apparently there were wicked noise makers in his pan. He was glad whatever the fuck those even were, were gone, but it didn't make Gamzee suddenly not dangerous.

He floats a little closer, looking Gamzee over. At least he didn't look like he was covered in people's blood, so... that was a good sign, right? ]

The whatsit in your what? That's good, right?

[caprihorn]

_{Noise makers} up in my pan [He points to his head] _{they all stopped.}

And yeah that shit's real motherfuckin' good.

_{Means I got less to get my rage on at.}

[Pausing.]

But only a little.

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[ Okay that was definitely a good thing! Gamzee was even telling him it was a good thing. Less rage from the killer clown was always a plus as far as John was concerned. Though no rage at all would be even better.

Probably too much to hope for though. ]

But enough less that you won't go and try to kill anyone, right?