Author's Notes:

Oi! If you're reading this, then bless you, you lucky Irignafs! Still, be-warned ye! I may not have the capability of providing completely canon-fired or accurate details c: Deal with it. But deal with it politely pl0x! Also: Simply because it is a PB & J fic, does not mean that it can harbor a PG and Gay status :P So before I start pillaging this village, smut may happen! So may fluff! FLUFF MOST DEFINITELY WILL! Besides that, I'm going to give a heads-up that while I am trying, Updates, If any one comes to give two hoots, might turn sporadic, and I'll add this is mostly practice for my trying to improve plot development, word flow, vocabulary poppycock, and what have you. THANK YOU, REVIEWS ARE MiRaClEs! : 3

~ AlesonWonderland


- terminally Capricious [TC] began trolling adios Toreador [AT] -

TC: HeEeEey TaVbRo! WhAt'S a QuAlItY MoThErFuCkEr lIke yOu dOiNg aLl uP aT tHiS tImE?

AT: ,, OH! hEY gAMZEE IT'S UH,, nOT THAT EARLY, i MEAN i THINK, nOT FOR ME }:]

TC: yEaAaH, I gEt YoU BrOTheR, eArLy gRuB gEtS tHe FaYgO! HoNk

AT: yUM,, i CAN'T RECALL THE LAST TIME,, i HAD SOME OF THAT, uH, EARLY GRUB!

TC: AwWwH NoOo! YoU AlL Up AnD nEeD sOmE Of ThIs sHiT bAnGiNg ElIxEr.

AT: oH WE COULD'VE , uM , sPLIT A FIZZY BATCH OF THAT, sICK ELIXER,, i

DON'T KNOW HOW THOUGH, RP?

TC: NaH, TaV, NaH. I'm AlL Up AnD rEaDy FreSh FrOm mY 'cOon jUsT To SpLiT ThIs SiCkEnEd FiZZ WiTh YoU! :0)

AD: }:0( ?

TC: WoAh! ChIlL bUlL BrOtHer! No nEeD To sTaRt jAcKiNG nOsEs TaV! }:0)

AD: wELL ,, uH , wHAT DID YOU MEAN?

TC: GeT YoUR sEe On To ThE WiNDoW BrOtHeR…

- adiosToreador [AD] ceased trolling terminallyCapricous [TC] -

As implied, the troll squirmling commenced 'GeTtIng hIs sEe On.' The eager to share faygo felon did not, however, specify which window to direct his see to.

Then he was there.

Any troll in their right cranium casket would identify the sloppy mop top excuse of hair with Gamzee Makara, indigo-blood bard of faygo.

"Gamzee!"

"He-he-heeey Tav!"

Within a couple wheel-chair equivalent steps of approaching Gamzee, soliciting sweet space on Tav's very own stairwell, (the ones he never used) Tavro's smile quickly dwindled to nothing less than a surly, defeated, crescent.

Then he was there.

On another four-wheeled device.