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Gamzee laughed, and he waved a hand, "Nah, me and Kurloz used to come here after he and his matespirit broke up. I gave him emotional support and he gave me the ability to read his language" he said with a chuckle. It was reasonably dark, but you could see. "We'll win, I bet you. Kurloz only knows about here, and he couldn't tell anyone if they paid him' he sniggered.
"COMING!!!" Karkat roared, and Gamzee laughed, rolling his eyes.

Karkat found Nepeta in the same spot that she and Equius always hid in. "You always hide in the same bush!" He scoffed, and he only found Eriden and Feferi because Feferi giggled at his yelling and bubbles rose to the surface. He got Aradia and Sollux due to them arguing, and the only ones he hadn't found were Kurloz, and Gamzee and Fire. "Where the fuc,k is that god damned clown?!" He demanded, and Gamzee laughed.

Zephaniah shut her eyes and made sure not to make any drastic movements to her facial features as he dusted blush over the contours of her cheeks. After she felt the brush stop, she smiled and nodded, "That's a great idea! Feferi has never really got along that well with Meenah or her father...And she and Eriden are basically the same as us, relationship wise" she recalled, smiling at how well the two younger children got along with each other. "The only thing is, what do we say when we get to Hollywood? Should we pull the whole celebrity family thing and say that we're their parents, or just tell the truth and say that we're they're siblings?" She asked, "I know Eriden will be intelligent enough to understand, and if Fef doesn't, he can explain it to her, but what happens if-" she stopped. No, he wouldn't want to have an actual family with her, why did she even think of bringing that up?

"Meenah will be fine looking after herself, anyway; she's always being independent, and she wants to go to collage in a different state, anyway, probably New York...And she can do that when she's 15...Which is only in a few months...I guess we could get her over there? Make a stop and see the Big Apple? Feferi always wanted to go there..." She mumbled, and she giggled, "We should go after the party, when it won't be such a shock...I mean, if I don't even turn up..."

Zephaniah nodded, and she walked into the back room when her makeup was finished, and she grabbed a few of the boxes, helping Criss carry them to the car, trying to shove it all in, and she took the box with her shoes and dress, slipping the shoes on and replacing her black heels in the box. She stood in the back room for a few minutes, pulling the dress on and lacing up the corset back with practice. She fluffed out the skirt, and ran back out onto the pavement. They complemented her makeup perfectly, and she smiled, "We'll go to the party for a few minutes, maybe,, I'll get Fef, and we'll just slink away. We'll get Eridan first, how about that?" she added, and climbed into the front seat of the car when all the boxes were packed in, and she yawned slightly. She couldn't wait to tell Feferi what was happening. "The only way I'll ever marry the man of my dreams is if I marry you" she whispered, and she hugged the box close to her chest. "He can sit with you in the car...We'll leave after, and I'll just try not to run into my dad, if I do...I'll say that I'm taking her and Eridan to dinner" she planned.

This is my kingdom, come, this is my kingdom, come~

A tall, beautiful excuse for a troll was pacing her way across what was left of her world, arms hugging herself, long hair billowing in the wind. The catsuit she was wearing offered little heat insulation and protection, and she was lucky that she had even gotten out of her throne room. Pressed to her chest, was a beautiful satin box, tied with ribbons of her blood colour. Of course, she was fuchsia; she was The Imperious Condesce! She should be in her throne, eating her cakes and sweets, ordering herb tea and speaking with the Grand Highblood about buisness. That foul, putrid troll. He had made her force her only love into this mess:

*flashback*

"Listen, sweetheart, you can listen to me, we can work together, be friends-"
"Your friend? Never! I'd rather die!"
He slammed her against the wall with his immense power, and she coughed, crying out as her body fell limp, his fist around her neck.
"That can be arranged. There are two options, fish. We could rule the world, we can have the perfect world, all under us"
It will never be perfect without him in it, she thought bitterly. She swallowed hard, forced to grab his arm and weakly pull herself up in order to avoid choking.
"Put me down..."
"Make a deal. One word. It's only a little pain on his behalf"
"You are forcing a mother to watch her child die!"
" And you object again. Wrong!" He yelled, drawing his arm back and smashing a punch over her cheek, releasing her so she fell to the floor with a sickening crack.
"They have hurt us!"
"I know..."
"Then why do you object?"
"I...I don't know" she lied, tears running down her bruised face, and he smiled as she held her cheek, raw and hot to the touch.
"Well then? Help me create a new world, all for the cost of just one troll"
"...I'll do it..."
If she died, it would have happened anyway.
And to get what he wanted, he would kill her.

****

She was covered in bruises from their previous disagreement, a long, fuchsia cut from her left eye to her ear. Fresh. This morning. She hated him.
And she was forced to lay in his arms and pretend to weep. Because if she didn't, he'd just beat her numb.
He'd done it before.
She could tell no one, no one but her precious Signless. She adored him, and she could see his blood on the floor as she approached where he hung. This was her fault...Her cowardice...And he still loved her.

"Red?" She called gently, using his nickname, like he would be anywhere else. She dreaded to think how angry he would be when he saw the state of her. She'd withstood a series of angry fits when she said she was going for a walk, and didn't want to bring...HIM, with her. Her lips were chapped and bloodied, her hands raw and slashed by blades. Her pink tinged shoulders were covered in scars that curved across her back; whips. He liked whips. He used those when she really objected, when she fought back. On rare occasion. She placed the box on the floor, running over to him and embracing the troll, nuzzling her neck into his shoulder. This was their third meeting since he was captured, and it was just as raw as the others.
"I brought you some water...And I got some food, too...And some cake, if you can stomach it" she whispered. Her cakes were often very rich and sugar filled.
"I'm so, so sorry..." She whispered, like she always did. There was no doubt he'd see her state, get into a swearing, shouting rage when he saw the slashes on her back, but she just embraced him then, longing for the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.

Zephaniah smiled at his praise, and she just shook her head at what he said, and she revved the engine, listening to the radio tune in and a song burst on. 30 Seconds To Mars. Perfect.
She nodded, "I'll drive, and I'll get Fef, just talk to my dad, I'll wait for you" she said softly, and she cupped his face in her hands, kissing his cheek again, and she leaned back in the seat, "This story is gonna make us both famous, Criss. You get it on the big screen and just you wait, it'll make my house look like an apartment" she laughed, and began to drive, a few miles over the speed limit.
As she arrived in the house, Zeph slinked up the stairs unseen, and she wandered into the purple painted room that belonged to Feferi. The little girl squealed and giggled as she arrived, throwing herself into her arms, already wearing her puffball dress and white tights, with a little headband. Zeph awwed, and hugged her tightly. "You look like a princess!" Feferi laughed, and she kissed her forehead, "You too, sugar" she replied, and she pressed their noses together, holding the girl in her arms, "Hey, Feferi? You wanna go on an adventure?"
"Where?"
"Oh, I don't know...Hollywood via New York?" The girl gasped, squealing, "Me and you and Meenah and daddy?"
"...No...Me and you, and Criss...And Eridan..."
"Eridan?"
"Yes, Eridan"
The girl nodded rapidly, and jumped around, "Let's go!!"
"Good idea..." She replied, and Meenah stood in the doorway, an eyebrow raised.
"Are you coming?" Zeph asked her, and Meenah laughed, "With you? In wonderland? Nah. I'm making my own way, thanks. Via me" she said, and surprisingly, kissed her sister. "Make it big, Zeph..."
"Meenah-"
"Get gone" she said with a laugh, and ran down stairs with Feferi in her arms. "Bye, Luther Sallinas Condeasce" she mumbled, and saluted, and Feferi laughed, "Bye, daddy!" She giggled, and they ran out of the door. As Feferi recognised the car, she raced to Criss, hugging his leg, and leaped in the back seat, glomping Eriden. "I can sing in the car" Zeph mumbled, and climbed in the front seat next to Criss, hugging him. "No train cars, then?" She laughed.

Feferi giggled and held Eridan's hand in hers as she snuggled close to him, pointing things out the windows and laughing at signs on shops, watching the sun set. "Thanks! Zephie bought me this dress from this guy called Dolce and Gavvana" she said, struggling. Zeph laughed, "Gabbana" she corrected, and Feferi responded with an "Ah, yeah, that". The little girl soon turned to a more important subject,
"Can me and Eri go swimming when we get to New York?" She asked, and Zephaniah laughed, "We can find a pool, or a water park, but there aren't any beaches in New York, darling"
"Why?"
"Because you usually only get beaches in countries close to the coasts, or on the edge of the island"
"Oh..." Feferi thought about her dream for a moment, and she smiled, "You can be a wizard, and I'm going to be jewellery designer, right, Criss?" She said, her face constantly lit up in a smile, her eyes glistening.

As Zeph heard Criss, she nodded, and looked in a small clutch bag that she was carrying at work, and she searched through a small black leather purse, tugging out a roll of green bills, and a card. "I can't carry all my cash, my dad has it in the safe, but I've got a good thousand or so here" she remarked, and she squeezed his hand before she leaned back, smiling as the sun flooded down behind the buildings.

"Fef, we can never come back, OK? You have to understand...You won't see Meenah or daddy, you can't see your friends..."
"But me and Eri are going to school all by ourselves with you, right?"
"Of course you are, just the four of us, at home, in New York, and then you can both go to a proper school in Hollywood. An art and performance school"
"OK, as long as I can stay with you and Criss and Eri"
"You will, always"
"Are you and Criss gonna get married?" Zeph's eyes grew wide, and her cheeks reddened, "Slow down, Fef!"
"Can I be the flower girl? The one who follows you and throws flowers?"
"That's the bridesmaids, Fef"
"Oh yeah...Can I be one of those?"
"Why don't you and Eridan talk about wizards and Harry Potter?" She suggested, and Feferi did so obediently. Zeph shook her head and sighed, smiling. She turned to Criss, and spoke, "Yeah? What's wrong?" She asked, smiling at him, like she always did.

Zephaniah nodded to the idea, and took her IPhone out of her pocket when she heard him, and looked through her contacts, deleting all of them and eventually resetting the system, nodding slowly. "I blocked all the numbers from reaching me, and I permanently deleted everything...Not most of the pictures, though, you know, it's only us and Fef when she was little and everything" she said. As the new screen came up, she nodded and changed her number, typing in a well known number: Her mothers phone number, but reversed, so the digits were backwards. "I don't have a phone" Feferi offered helpfully, before returning to chatting with Eridan. Zeph sighed, "That should be enough...If it isn't, I'll destory it" she remarked.

Feferi looked up, "How long are we gonna drive? Can I stay up all night?" and Zeph laughed, "you can try, Sugar"
Feferi laughed as a song came on the CD; 'Alone' by Heart, and she giggled, "Sing it, Zephie" she begged, and Zeph shook her head, but took a breath anyway.

"I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though...
Alone" as she paused, she looked out of the window, and Feferi echoed a long noted "Alone~" with a quiet giggle. She sang like she was on stage, like the car was her stage.

" Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone?
How do I get you alone?

You don't know how long I have wanted
To touch your lips and hold you tight, oh
You don't know how long I have waited
and I was going to tell you tonight
But the secret is still my own
and my love for you is still unknown,
Alone" It was like listening to Heart, not an 18 year old girl on her way to New York.

" Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
Alone, alone"

Feferi smiled as she yawned and laid her head on Eridan's shoulder, her arms around him. "When you said you were going to sing that at the party, I asked if it was for Criss, and-"
"Fef, go to-"
"You said yes, like all your songs always are" she said with a smile, and she yawned, shutting her eyes. Zephaniah blushed, but didn't deny it.

Feferi soon fell fast asleep cuddled up to her best friend, her face peaceful, and undisturbed, a look of pure content upon her young, youthful face. Her cheeks were still slightly plump with baby fat, and she looked like a little cherub sat there under the stars.

Zephaniah looked even better, the moonlight seeping in across her face, lining her features in a glistening outline of mercury-like silver, and she took a quiet breath, her brows arched and her lips parted, eyes glistening bright fuchsia, outlined by her beautiful black lashes. The glitter of her purple eyeshadow was illuminated by the lunar glint of the fully round moon, and her lips were painted a dark pink. She struggled to make words, but she couldn't look away from him somehow, as she finally replied with a "Yes..." So soft that even God would have had a hard time hearing her. "Yes, I do. I have since the moment I realised what love was, and that...That was the moment I met you" she replied, never once losing the eye contact they had, and she shut her mouth then, only to swallow, and feel her lips part again. "I love you...Just like every one of my songs ever said...I'd start wars and rebellions for you, we're like the king and queen of a lesser caste, I'll never stop breaking the law for you, let me see beneath your beautiful, you are the only exception, the night goes by so very slow...I hope it won't end though..." (They were all song lines, namely Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab, Kings And Queens by 30 Seconds To Mars, Emile Sande, Paramore). And she shook her head, "I could do all that, but I could never tell you to your face so...Now, I suppose...I love you"

Dayum sis, I motherfuc.king missed this RP, and talking to you.
HONK AS LOUD AS YOU CAN.

How are the exams up and going?

Speaking of honks, this happened to me at school today.

I honked while I was laughing today...On a lunch table surrounded by all my man friends and my very few female friends...I got a few 'The fuc.k was that looks?' And then this boy called Jay just went, "Chill, it's only Kurloz" so now, I have a new nickname. Two of my friends, Sarah and Sam, are nicknamed Marco and Polo, for the purpose that they're really short, and you can't see them in corridors, so you yell, "MARCO!" And polo says, "POLO" and it's basically retar.ded, because before you know it, we got into the habit of everyone yelling, "KURLOZ!" Or "Makara!!!" Down the hall, and me just standing there at 5 foot 8 and a half inches high. I'm tall for my age, but me and my friends used to be the same size...Then I grew, and the others shrunk. And I stand there, surrounded by midgets, like, "MOTHERFUC.KER?!"
It's all fun and games until the 5 foot wide science head teacher (Miss. Simmons...It is the scariest thing since Gamzee's dad. Seriously. The Grand Highblood ain got shi.t on this *. She screams like a war siren, and she's built like a brick shi.thouse. She scares me, and she's just over half my freaking size) walks out of her classroom and you're right next to her and you're screaming either "HONK" or. "MOTHERFUC.KER" or both.
My mom was like "Why did you get your first detention?" , me there like, "Oh, I honked" and she of course, doesn't fu.cking believe me.

The disturbing thing is, I LOOK like him: I've got really dark SUPER curly bushy hair that's like, just past my shoulders, and it fluffs out like...Well, a bush...Especially when it's wet... (it used to look like the Highblood, really long and past my ass and * then my mom HACKED it all off because it was 'dead' >:o( ) and I have pale skin, too, and I'm tall and really lanky. I talk a lot, though, like, A LOT. I'm shy at first, then when you get to know me, get ready for crazy shi.t. I've also dressed as either skeletons or zombies for Halloween every year, because I'm uninteresting. Now I'm tracking down a backpack with a ribcage on it and a skeleton hoodie XD)))

Yeah. That's pretty much all that's happened in my life...))

Karkat nodded in silent agreement with him, "He kept me awake for the first two days I moved here, then he kept me awake again because he nearly set himself on fire...I'm glad I helped him, though...I'd hate to see something hurt him..." He mumbled the last part, and watched the juggalo stride away to look at the puppies. They all scampered to him, barking, and Karkat smiled at them, laughing a little. "Yeah...I'm just happy no ones suggested anything stupid like a welcome party...I'm not a fan of parties, really" he admitted, shrugging as he looked back to Tavros. "I prefer quiet evenings...Nearly impossible when all you hear is Gamzee cursing when he knocks something over or drops whatever he's holding in the middle of the night" he said, giggling. "So, how did you two meet?" He enquired, genuinely curious.

(Oh mercy, we're introducing the brethren...Kankri, meet Kurloz, Kurloz, this is Kankri...Kurloz be like, "honk", Kankri: THAT IS TRIGGERING!!)))
Can you imagine Gamzee, Kurloz and Karkat all in one party? Merciful messiahs...Condesce, help us)))

Karkat couldn't stop grinning, and with that, he scooped James into his arms, gently snuggling the kitten into his jumper. "I'll take him..." He decided, pulling out his wallet and retrieving a purple card, smiling down at the kitten. The others mewled for the attention, and he laughed, "I can't buy you all, sorry" he said to them, ignoring the fact that he was talking to animals. Karkat had a brother who lived in Boston, close to him, yet still an hour or so away. His name was Kankri, and he was a religion-obsessed lecturing freak with a constant outfit of red sweaters and man leggings.

We now have brethren accounts!
IshouldtotallyputBrotherswith ♑ GaMzEe MaKaRa ♑ inmysignature

The chubby version of Gamzee would look so fuc.king adorable.
I sometimes act stoned, not on purpose, it happens if I get REALLY relaxed. My thinkpan just...Shrivels up and implodes. I only mumble, eat, and I laugh at nothing and I'm unresponsive. Annoys the shi.t out of my mom. Normally, I'm the very definition of batsh,it crazy.

Life? What life? XD it's pretty damn boring and average, really.

And don't be getting your worry on, I can wait all week, just as long as we can still roleplay eventually. Ace dem freaking tests, sis!

ITISDONE

Did I do this right? I'm sorry- I've never roleplayed Dave before ><

There were quite a few thoughts rushing through the head of the young teenager right now, and he pushed his glasses further up his face, just walking through the door from a night out with his friends. They hadn't really done much, it was just some little meet-up back at Rose's place, mainly because her place was full of interesting intoxicating drinks. Dave hadn't had any; he had one tiny sip of a peculiarly coloured beverage, and had turned down everything after that. Admittedly, all he wanted to do was go back home and be with his brother. He was exhausted and he really couldn't deal with the events: Jade confessed to him, and he felt like a monster turning her down. He abruptly informed the girl of his orientation, and she had run off crying. Plus, he felt sick from the smoke that Roxy and Rose's mom were puffing out constantly. Dave nudged his glasses up his face, and padded to Dirk's room, knocking once before he came in. He rubbed one eye and yawned, only kicking off his shoes and pulling his glasses off, shelving them on a layer of plush booty. Plush rump. Everywhere. "Dirk?" He enquired, rubbing his eyes. He looked adorable, cheeks slightly reddened and eyes fighting to stay open. He yawned again, waiting for his invitation to crawl beside his older brother and cuddle him, like he'd been wanting to all night.

OK, so this general idea is that, Dirk and Dave do secretly love each other, but more strongly than being brothers, obviously, yet neither wants to admit it. Eventually, Dave becomes slightly more clingy to Dirk, making any excuse to be with him, lie or truth. Eventually, after a shedload of pure fluff, something happens (they're cuddling and they both sit up at the same time and kiss or something, you get the idea) it then becomes a more 'proper' relationship, obviously, but it takes a while to escalate to that point. After a whole of being in a serious relationship, John tries to kiss Dave, but Dirk sees it. Not taking excuses, he gets angry and takes it the wrong way. Then, we have the confrontation, but rest assured, it all ends happily.

Please be advanced and consistent...Please try at least 6 rows of text per post, and please try to post once a week at the very lest. We begin this late evening, where Dave (about 15 at this point, with Dirk being...17/18) comes home from a house party with his friends, and everything went awkwardly wrong, and he seeks out comfort from his brother, currently unaware of his affections.

There were quite a few thoughts rushing through the head of the young teenager right now, and he pushed his glasses further up his face, just walking through the door from a night out with his friends. They hadn't really done much, it was just some little meet-up back at Rose's place, mainly because her place was full of interesting intoxicating drinks. Dave hadn't had any; he had one tiny sip of a peculiarly coloured beverage, and had turned down everything after that, feeling horribly ill. Admittedly, all he wanted to do was go back home and be with his brother, as he found himself wanting to do increasingly often recently. He would fake nightmares to cuddle with him, he'd sit close to him or lean on him watching T.V...He basically wanted his love, really, but more than the little brotherly love that he was offered. He was exhausted and he really couldn't deal with the events: Jade confessed to him, and he felt like a monster turning her down. He abruptly informed the girl of his orientation, and she had run off crying, which was a bit irrational, really. Plus, he felt sick from the smoke that Roxy and Rose's mom were puffing out constantly. Dave nudged his glasses up his face, and padded to Dirk's room, knocking once before he came in. He rubbed one eye and yawned, only kicking off his shoes and pulling his glasses off, shelving them on a layer of plush booty. Plush rump. Everywhere. "Dirk?" He enquired, rubbing his eyes. He looked adorable, cheeks slightly reddened and eyes fighting to stay open. He yawned again, waiting for his invitation to crawl in bed beside his older brother and cuddle him, like he'd been wanting to all night.

Oh good c: )))

Dave padded over to him as he was gestured to do so, and decided to just stay in his jeans and shirt, rather than taking his jeans off, as he usually would have. If he happened to be alone, but he thankfully wasn't. He'd been making excuses to be with Dirk recently: declining invitations to go out to places, pretending he had nightmares because he was lonely, sitting close to him when they watched movies on the sofa...He knew what it was, he just really couldn't say it, especially for the fear of losing the brotherhood that they had. He cuddled close to Dirk, hiding his face in his neck, and wrapping his arms around his older sibling's waist, shaking his head to the question and sniffing. "No...The whole place was so damn dank...It was like you were sat in a dyke" he remarked, closing his eyes and hiding in the warmth of Dirk's body. "And Jade asked me out...I said no...She didn't take it very well, really, and she doesn't seem to approve of my reasons for rejecting her, but hey, what do I care?" He replied, sniffing again. Dirk's dark honey blonde hair tickled his cheeks as he stayed close to him, noticing Cal's face on the edge of the bed, and giving him a shove. "That puppet is damn creepy..." He mumbled.

Dave sneered as his brother proclaimed the puppet to be his friend, and he shuddered. "It's his eyes" he objected, which were creepy upon anyone's standards. Dave could smell the faint perfume on his neck, and he tensed up a little, opening his ruby red eyes briefly, searching for any marks or lipstick smeared down his flesh. What could he do, anyway? Dirk didn't love him in a mutual way, and if he was in love with Jane, or any other girl or guy for that matter, well...Who knew? What could he hope for, anyway? He just sighed as he felt Dirk stroking his hair, which was probably bad for Dirk, considering that he had just full out heaved hot air onto his neck. Dave shook his head, "It doesn't matter, if she can't accept that I don't spin my disk that way, it's her own fault" he mumbled, mostly defensively to himself, and he yawned, "I'm too tired to deal with it, anyway..." He said, curling his legs up so they tangled with his bother's. He forced back tears as he recalled tonight's events and the scent on his brother's neck.

Yay, English assessment on Monday (. I'm suppose to get a damn A* on that DX ) an ethics assessment on Thursday, and a History assessment on Thursday too. Whoop. Let's do it.

You lucky little Aussie...That's it, I'm coming to live in the shed in your back garden. We don't break up till the 18th December DX

The only literary thing I've managed to produce that actually pleases me is the poem in my signature))

Karkat listened as the other male lowered his voice ever so slightly, and he tried to keep James quiet in his arms by stroking his ears. He listened carefully, and gave a small nod: it was like he and Kankri...Unless Kankri was just unforgiving...But there was also a chance that Karkat didn't cry like he should. Kankri had refused to forgive him for what had happened 3 months ago in Italy. The result was scary, yes, but Kankri was no brother to him after he found out just why it had happened; he had shoved him out of his shaking arms and thrown him to the ground, screaming that he was a monster, and heartless. He was just like someone that Kankri was about to say the name off, and it started with a G, but he couldn't remember as Kankri had cut off, shaking his head. His brother had walked away from him then, and that was only the third time Karkat had ever cried in his life, and he vowed that he would never do it again. He shook the memories away, feeling tears prick as he realised that he would never see his older brother again, he would never cry with him, he would never hear his rambling lectures or his extremely Christian lifestyle...Which he was starting to miss. He had no one to cry to, but he knew how Gamzee must have felt: that was probably why he was so happy all the time, brushing problems off, because if he didn't, he'd cave in and give up. Karkat nodded, "I won't...If it bothers him, I'll leave it alone. He can tell me if he sees fit" he decided.

As Karkat followed, he chose out a small collar for the kitten. It was marbled purple and jade green, with orange-red stitches and a small bell and a tag. He held it up to Gamzee for approval, and as he heard Tavros, he payed more attention to the Australian, wondering why he needed to do so. He didn't question, raising an eyebrow at the fact that he was now sat IN the pen with the puppies leaping all over him, and Karkat let his jaw drop. "Ga- seriously?" He grumbled, looking at all the golden dog hair that now smothered his friend. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the teenager laughing as usually, and he shook his head. "Gamzee?" He managed, holding up the collar. "Do you like this one?" He asked, holding his card in the same arm as James. He stepped over to the counter, placing the collar down and presenting his card. "You take cards, right?" He asked, hoping to The Lord that he did. James licked Gamzee's nose as he kissed him, and Karkat's cheeks flushed as he attempted to not get lost in the mass of hair that now smothered his face. Damn, he wondered what Gamzee had lost in there. He'd probably had a good deal of jokes about getting brushes lost in it, but Karkat was pretty sure that was a likely event.

Cheers mate.

And yeah, I'll take you up on that offer. I'm Christian, but I don't go to a religious school, but my best friend does. She's started calling me Kurloz, now.

Never guess what I made today?

Karkat, as soon as he was freed from Gamzee's huge mop of hair and was able to breathe again, sneezed cutely, and he looked up at Tavros, sniffing. "Savings" he replied, pushing his card into the machine by the till, punching in his PIN number when the screen instructed he do so. The kitten mewled as he clipped the collar around his neck soon after Tavros had scanned the barcode. James meowed as he sat in Karkat's arms, startled by the barking of the dogs. "You're coming home with me, huh, James?" He asked it quietly, and the cat, not surprisingly, didn't reply. Karkat took his card back and slipped it in his back pocket, hugging the kitten with both arms. James snuggled into the thick sleeves of his jumper, and shut his bright eyes, the purple and green collar fitting his neck perfectly. He thanked Tavros, smiling slightly.

He stood, unsure of what to do next, looking around and clearing his throat nearly silently. It seemed like they all had brothers, and he mumbled something, "Kankri still hasn't called me...He probably moved again..." He mumbled, hugging himself and burying his nose in James's fur, and the kitten purred. Of course his brother hadn't called him; he didn't even consider them related anymore. "I hope there's nothing else that can keep me up other than Gamzee...Knowing my luck, there's probably a secret nightclub less than a mile away from my apartment" he mumbled with a small laugh.

Dave took an incorrect, shameful amount of enjoyment from what that did to his brother, and he simply shuffled and got comfortable, before he steadied his breathing. "I know, it doesn't matter, anyway...I'm tired, I'm going to sleep" he decided, shutting his eyes and hugging Dirk tightly, comforted by the gestures. He wished he was the one who made the marks on his neck, not Jake and his stupid British ass (lol, this is the British roleplayer talking) , getting it down all over HIS brother. Dave had had him first, that was true, but he got so shamefully jealous in anyone else so much as put an arm around his sibling. "I love you, Dirk" he said harmlessly, in a way that would never let anything on.

Awww! I love dogs! I have an American pit-bull called Arthur.
I'm tempted to sneak a nightmare or an embarrassing teenage boy event in here, if you catch my drift XD

Dave fell asleep shortly after Dirk claimed that he loved him too, and after about 8 hours or so, it was about 6am, and Dave had moved slightly away from Dirk, and he was laid on his back, one arm above his head, one crossed over his chest, and his mouth was slightly open. First, he let out a small gasp, then something more like an exhausted pant, and he squirmed slightly, rearranging his legs so that they were parted, the sheets kicked off, knees turned inwards. "D-Dirk..." he breathed, his hands curling up into fists. His cheeks were dusted red, and his eyes shut tightly. He shifted again, and gasped, still completely asleep. "Dirk...Ah-"

Fat boy XD that's so cute! I love beagles, and I love almost any kind of dog (apart from tiny ones, like Jack Russels, Chihuahuas, shizhus and such. I do like westland terriers, though)

Dave was unaware, blissfully, almost, of his older brother's predicament, and he just lay there, cheeks growing darker, and he moved both his arms to grasp the bottom sheet of the bed, his golden hair sprawled out randomly. It looked damn good, actually, and he let out a whine, arching his back slightly. "D-Dirk...P..Please.." He moaned, almost mockingly (or beckoningly) to the person questioned, and his hips pushed upward slightly, and he gasped out on que. Dave only knew that he didn't want to wake up, but it would happen eventually, obviously, and he also couldn't remember that he was in his brother's room...He was brought back to his dream, his shirt riding up his stomach, leaving his waist exposed. His jeans were low on his hips, which were surprisingly curved for a male who fought with a katana. He whined, biting his bottom lip, before his mouth opened again: "Dirk...R-Right...T..Ther- ahh~" he moaned, in a way that would turn the most board straight man gay. "K-Keep...Going" he breathed to the imaginary Dirk that was causing all this, and he squirmed slightly, as though causing some kind of friction.