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WHO: ROSE and GAMZEE
WHERE: who the hell knows
WHEN: afternoon of the 28th!
WARNINGS: I'LL ... UPDATE THIS .... LATER ...
SUMMARY: Juggalo vs Wizard.
FORMAT: non.

[Rose is tired.

There is no other word for it. She is exhausted, frankly. Physically, emotionally -- it has been a trying time for Rose Lalonde. She has been up all night for weeks sewing catsuits. John and Davesprite are not speaking and Rose has no idea where the latter is or how to make the former get over it. Things with Kanaya are better, but still awkward. She thinks they will be for a while. In all honesty, Rose has left the house because she needs to get away for a while. A long while. She avoids cafes, unwanting to chance bumping into Eridan. She avoids the fabric stores in case Nill is around.

She instead goes to the most open space she can find. There is no bench, so she takes off her scarf, lays it flat on the ground, and sits upon it instead.

She takes a deep breath in. She exhales it out.

Rose has no idea what it is she's doing anymore really. She wishes things would just stop being so complicated. ]

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[Normally Gamzee is hiding in the shadows, crowded spaces, the places where there's enough architecture or foliage to disappear behind in a second before he goes on to make his bigger run. But then, normally, he doesn't see Rose alone.

It only takes Gamzee a second to cross over from his shadowy path all the way to Rose.]

Sister, _{the mother fuck's} got into your pan that you're all out here?

[To her credit, she only jumps a little. It's more of a startle, than anything, surprised by Gamzee's presence rather than afraid of him. Gamzee isn't particularly scary for a sociopath. Nor does he have a particularly grim air about him. He is very silly looking, from his unkempt hair to his far-too-big-pants. It's been a while since Rose has seen him close enough to see the way his paint stops at his chin or the way he his posture is slouched forward. She turns her body towards him, and gestures around with an arm.

The surrounding area is empty. Rose thinks her butt might be a little wet from frost, but there's only Gamzee here to see it. ]

Peace and quiet.

[There is a small fraction of her scarf left unoccupied. Rose supposes Gamzee's bony backside would probably fit onto it.

She wonders what it is with troll's and have no backsides. Kanaya, lovely as she is, has no ass to speak of. Karkat barely has anything to cushion himself with, Eridan is as flat as a board and Terezi --

well. Terezi is all angles probably made of razors. If one got close enough, they would find themselves in slices.

Rose pats her scarf. Terezi has no ass, Rose wonders if that's why, back home, Gamzee and she had ... bonded. Or something. Quadrants. ]

[Terezi's butt doesn't need to be flat for him to be attracted, he'd laugh at it if it was the biggest butt in the world or if it was just right or if it was like Rose's wet rear that he's pretty tempted to laugh at.

Fortunately, he doesn't laugh loud at her, just makes a:]

_Heh.

[and then he's sitting down beside her, purposely making sure Rose has a good look at his long since severed stump of a right arm. There's quite a bit of fresh looking scar tissue there despite the fact that the original injury happened quite awhile ago.]

Sure you're gonna get your peace on here?

Yes.

[No. She has very few options that are so spectacularly empty. She gives him a very long look. It is the kind of look a scientist gives a lab rat before they begin examining them. She raises and eyebrow.

(Of course she glances at the stump. There is a story there, she's sure. Was it there when he kissed her? She can't remember.) ]

It's unlike you to be so out in the open.