Please note: I have chosen not to use the way a troll messages for when they are actually speaking.
I think it would be rather silly to do so unless it was an actual speech impediment, like with Sollux.
Becauth thith ith how he would athtually talk.
Terezi : Descend to the basement. == }
You descend to the basement.
If you could see, you would be freaked out by how dark it was. However, you're blind. You're used to the constant darkness. Though you can smell the dust that has long since settled in many areas, you don't really mind. You're a troll. Not a human wriggler.
You can't smell Gamzee over the dust, though there is a faint trace of sopor slime and Faygo. You follow the scent as best you can, and you soon begin to feel the warmth of some kind of light. Before you reach this light source however, you end up tripping on an empty pie tin, causing quite the ruckus.
The ground is dusty and quite unpleasant. You stand and dust yourself off, then begin looking for your cane. You sniff around for its metallic scent, but there are far too many scents in this basement. It will prove difficult to find.
"Way to make an entrance bro." Gamzee says from behind you. He puts an arm around your waist and guides you over to a couch, giving you your cane.
"It was your stupid pie tin." You grumble and fiddle with your cane.
"Just chill out, man. Kick back and sip some Faygo man. That shits made from miracles." Gamzee sits beside you and hands you a red Faygo. You have to agree, Faygo does taste like it's made from miracles. From somewhere to your immediate right Gamzee squeezes a horn, making an echoing honk. You do as he says, and take a nice long sip of the delicious carbonated beverage.
"Now tell me what's happening with Kar. I know you two have been at this for a while." You nod and cap your Faygo.
"Oh yeah, a long while. Since we used to play Flarp, if you can believe that."
"Damn, that is a long time."
"Yeah. We haven't really talked about us since the Earth kids got into Sburb. He avoids talking about it when I bring it up. I'm reaching the end of my rope here, Gamzee." You take off your Red Glare glasses and rub your eyes. Karkat is so frustrating. If you weren't so secretly sure the two of you were matespirits you would've given up on him a long time ago. It isn't like there's anything else separating you two, just the lack of proper matespirit conversation.
"Maybe you should lay all your cards on the table, or somethin' man. Let him know what the deal is. It's not right for a guy to put his girl off for this long."
"We've been playing with our cards face up." You mumble.
"Deep motherfuckin' shit." He murmurs before eating some of his pie. You don't understand how he can eat that gross stuff. It smells awful, you don't even want to know what it looks like.
"So yeah, what am I supposed to do? Just wait until we're old enough to bring out the buckets?" Gamzee coughed up his pie and you could sense his cheeks had flushed a brighter shade.
"Whoa there Terezi, no need to be hasty. What even makes you so sure you two are meant to be matespirits anyways? I mean, the two of you have always had a thing I guess, but nothing to lead anyone to assume you're that involved, or even in a red quadrant." He wiped up the spilt pie and took a sip of Faygo.
"I personally think you should let him come to you, man. Let him be the one to bring it up. Until he does that, you shouldn't limit yourself to one somebody. We're all your friends, you have just as good a shot with any of us as you do with Kar."
An odd scent lingered in the air. You couldn't quite tell what it was, but it seemed to be festering.
"But Gamzee, I really do care about him. This is hard." You whisper quietly and stare unseeingly down at your cane.
"This isn't fair." Gamzee puts an arm around your shoulder as you sniffle and hugs you to his side.
"I know T, I know. Maybe you should focus on something else for a bit? Or even someone else if you can? You shouldn't let Kar get you this down man, you're still young. Live a little." You didn't bother to mention to him that any of you at any given moment could cease living, which - once you thought about it a little, you realized just helped his case. Gamzee was right about this. You're going to die eventually. You might as well get a little living done. Waiting around for some pansy guy to confess his unrequited love for you isn't really living.
You gently rub your eyes and taste that you had let a few tears go. You look like a mess right now. Great. The scent from earlier has grown stronger, but you've yet to find its point and purpose, where it's coming from.
"Y-you're right Gamzee." You finish drying your eyes and look up at where you assume his head is.
"I should get a little living in before I die. Which, for all we know, could be quite soon." Gamzee smiles at this and lets his arm drop to your waist, still holding you too him. You're close enough to smell the grape Faygo on his breath and feel the fabric of his fuzzy spotted pajama bottoms. You think they're delightfully soft and feel like they would be very comfortable for the one who wears them. The lucky bastard.
"There ya go man, just relax a little." He said, leaning back against the couch, bringing Terezi back with him. The two of you sat like that for a moment, enjoying each other's company. It isn't often that two trolls get to have moments like this, and it seems like forever since you've gotten to relax a little. What with the destruction of your planet and annihilation of your species and what not.
You're truly content.
You think, that maybe, you could even take a short nap. Carefully, you captcha log your bottle of Faygo, and curl up on the couch. You rest your head against Gamzee's shoulder and shut your eyes. He mumbles something, but you can't make out his words. It doesn't take long for you to fall into a deep sleep.
Terezi : Sleep. == }
