Hey everybody! It's the Bezerker here, with the newest update of Stereo Hearts. I'm sorry that I haven't been updating that often, but that's because I've been focusing on my Young Justice fic. However, I promise you that I'm not giving up on this story. I've got too many ideas for it to simply drop it.

DISCLAIMER: HOMESTUCK DOES NOT BELONG TO ME NOR DO ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN VARA.

"Gamzee, are you sure you don't want Dirk to do this?' Vara asked uncertainly. Looking up at her troll friend, she was able to see that he was completely relaxed. Now by no means did Vara have stage fright, but she wasn't very confident in beat boxing skills. Dirk may have taught her how to beat box, but he'd always been better at it than she.

Said troll shrugged and gave the girl a dopey grin, "Nah, don't even up and worry about it. You'll do motherfuckin' fine." Gamzee walked out in front of the class with Vara trailing behind him. Once they reached the "stage," Gamzee grabbed a microphone and handed it to the redhead before he nodded at her. Vara nodded back and began to make the beat, and Gamzee bobbed his head along with her, getting a feel for the human music he was about to perform with. It grabbed the interest of the trolls in the room who didn't know the song and the attention of the humans that did. The pair smirked at each other before Gamzee began to rap.

Gamzee

Vara

Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever

I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here

I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stash spot, 560 State St.

Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons' whipping Pastry

Cruisin' down 8th St., off-white Lexus

Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas

Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie

Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me

Say what up to TyTy, still sippin' Mai Tai's

Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five

Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...

Vara began to sing as Gamzee took to the beat.

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

The lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York,

New York

They quickly switched back as the indigo troll began the next verse. Gamzee took advantage of his dual toned voice and made it sound like two different people were rapping the same lyrics.

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can

You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add

8 million stories, out there in the naked

City it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it

Me, I got a plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade

Three dice Cee-lo, three Card Molly

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

The lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York,

New York

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

Or they could step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is

Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually

Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve

Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style

Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out

City of sin, it's a pity on a whim

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route

Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin

And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end

Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

MDMA got you feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

The lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York,

New York

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air

Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" (c'mon, c'mon)

I'm from...

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

The lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York,

New York

They received a standing ovation from their classmates and teacher. Professor commended them for their rendition of "Empire State of Mind." "That was a wonderful performance Mr. Makara and Ms. Afolter. I am impressed with how easily you were able to switch rolls," he praised.

Gamzee grinned at the man and nodded in acceptance before he and Vara went back to their seats. "Motherfuckin' miracles," he muttered under his breath, but Vara heard him and nudged him in the side with her elbow.

"You bet your ass it was! I honestly didn't think that'd work. I guess now I know better than to doubt you, huh Gamzee?" Vara said as she sat back in her seat next to Dirk, caught up in the excitement that often came after performing.

Gamzee pretended to pop his nonexistent collar, and smirked at Vara as he high fived Dirk. "Its about time someone recognized me for my motherfuckin' greatness." Vara giggled at his antics before returning her attention to Professor Carter.

"Alrght, now that the last performance has ended, I can accurately gauge what we need to work on when you come back tomorrow," he announced as stood from his desk. "You are all dismissed." With that the entire class left to go about their business.

"I'll see you motherfuckers later," Gamzee said, waving to his new friends as he walked in the opposite direction to his next class.

"Bye Gamzee!" Vara called back as she and Dirk headed for the student union. They split up to find their respective meals. Vara found herself heading towards a small Italian restaurant that seemed to specialize in custom pizzas and pastas. She politely placed her order to the student fixing her order and patiently waited for it to finish cooking. She noticed that not many people would come to the little restaurant despite the delicious smell coming from it. On the bright side, she didn't have to wait in a long line to receive her food and there was less of a chance of her order getting confused with someone else's.

She was brought out of her musings when the girl working the register called her name. She paid for her food and left to find out where her friends were sitting. "Hey Vara!" She turned her head in the direction in which the call originated from. There at a table big enough to fit around fourteen people sat John Egbert, Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Roxy Lalonde, Jade Harley, and Jane Crocker. She smiled and sat next to John, who had been calling her as he waved enthusiastically at her. "So, how'd your day go?" he asked as she began to blow on her hot food.

"It's been good. You know Gamzee? The troll I work with at the radio station?" she asked as she glanced at her nerdy friend to see his reaction. When he nodded, she continued, "Well turns out he's in my music class and he's pretty good at rapping."

Rose and Dave, who'd been in a deep conversation prior to this, paid rapt attention to this. Everyone in their group has seen trolls and know what they generally look like, but they have never taken the time to talk to one, so it would be obvious why they were so interested. "What are you guys talking about?" Dirk asked as he sat next to Jake, who was sitting across from Vara with his box of sushi.

Vara shrugged and casually answered, "I was just telling them about Gamzee-"

"Sup sis."

"GAH! WHAT THE FUCK!" Vara shouted as she nearly jumped out of her seat, barely keeping her pasta from spilling on her sweater. She turned her head so fast, her friends were afraid that she'd get whiplash. Right next to her sat Gamzee Makara with a box of pizza and a bottle of Grape Faygo.

"Are you all motherfuckin' right, sis?" Gamzee asked in concern as he put a hand on her shoulder. Vara was gasping, trying to recover from her fright. "You look like your motherfuckin' hemo-pumper's gonna up and give out."

"Gamzee, I thought you have a class right now," Vara gasped as she was finally able to speak.

Gamzee gave her a mischievous grin, "I motherfuckin' do, but the teacher was motherfuckin' missing, so I up and left to go find him. He isn't motherfuckin here."

Vara managed a small smile as she sighed at her friend. "Well, since you're here, I'd like to introduce you to my friends. Gamzee, meet Jane, Jade, John, Jake, Dave, Dirk, Rose, and Roxy." They waved, nodded, smiled, and greeted him respectively. Gamzee grinned back at them and introduced himself.

"Sup motherfuckers, my name is Gamze motherfuckin' Makara," he said before taking a bite out of his pizza.

"Do you have any troll friends Gamzee?" Rose asked.

"Yep," Gamzee said around the food in his mouth, "I got a motherfuckin' double rainbow of friends."

Elsewhere, not far from the group of friends, a mustard blooded troll was learning how to skateboard. He managed to stay on the skateboard while it was moving, the only problem was he didn't know how to stop. Currently he was skating through the union screaming for everyone to get out of the way. "Out of the fucking way I can't sthop!" Humans and trolls alike jumped out of his way and the mustard blood sighed in relief. However, he failed to see the large crack in the ground before it was too late. The troll went flying over Dirk, Jake, and John into Vara and Gamzee's laps.

They blinked down at the troll as he gave them a dopey smile. "Hi Gamthee," he chirped happily, as if he didn't narrowly miss breaking his neck.

"Sup, Mituna, nice motherfuckin' landing," Gamzee complimented as he scooted over to allow the mustard blood to sit between him and the red head.

The mustard blooded troll, Mituna, grinned proudly at Gamzee, "Thankths Gamthee. I managed to sthay on the board but I didn't know how to sthop." That didn't seem to faze him, but instead it seemed to encourage the troll as he giggled to himself. Mituna turned his head to Vara and frowned at her, his mood did a complete one-eighty as he growled at her, "Who the fuck are you, bith?"

Vara merely raised a brow at him, not appreciating his tone. Vara's friends cringed at his choice of words upon meeting the red head. "Excuse you bitchface?" she asked in a warning tone, not once raising her voice.

Mituna seemed to rethink his tone as his features softened, "I'm sorry."

Vara blinked at the sudden mood swing but brushed it aside to smile at the troll. "To answer your very rude question," she teased, "my name is Vara Afolter. Nice to meet you…"

Mituna took that as his cue to introduce himself, and he did so with a proud grin on his face. "My name ith Mituna Captor bow to the king of skateboarding bithes!" His spontaneous personality was an instant hit with Vara as she began talking to him. She didn't even notice that a certain blue blooded troll was standing behind her until he tapped her on the shoulder.

She jumped and turned to see Horuss, "What is it with everyone scaring me today, first it was Gamzee, then Mituna, and now you. Why can't I seem to get a break?" Horuss chuckled when Vara sighed in exasperation.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to frighten you, but I was wondering if you wanted to talk about our project since we have the same lunch period," he asked with a dark blue blush on his face. Vara thought it over, thinking that it would at least get some things done before she went over to his house later, before agreeing with a slight nod. She apologized to her friends who waved her off, accepting that she had something planned and needed to get it done. However, Gamzee was sad to see the redhead go.

"So, tell me how you feel about steam power," Horuss asked as he set his plate down at a table that held another troll with bull vine horns and red and black spiked hair. He wore a black vest with what seemed to be real bones running up the front and down the back over a tattered red shirt and black cargo pants that had red fabric hanging from them. What seemed to catch everyone's attention were the rust red butterfly wings that were connected to his back. He waved when he saw them and Horuss returned it.

"I think it could work, but we'd have to take time to boil the water before we actually test it, not to mention the heat could burn our feet if we don't properly restrict it to the engines, and even then we run the risk of it overheating," Vara said thoughtfully as she sat her tray down.

Horuss gave her a proud smile we he heard her say "we," and "us", happy that he wouldn't be doing the work on his own. "You need not worry about that. I eliminated those problems when I invented my steam powered de-strengtheners," he replied, and Vara returned his smile, their mutual respect growing for one another. However, their moment was interrupted when the other troll at the table cleared his throat awkwardly. Horuss gave him an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, excuse my rudeness. Vara, I'd like you to meet my matesprit, Rufioh."

"Nice to meet ya, Doll," Rufioh said with a kind smile. Vara returned it and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Rufioh," she said before an idea occurred to her. "Say Horuss, what would happen if we made the wheels adaptable. That way they wouldn't be restricted to any one terrain…" she trailed off, waiting for Horuss to catch on.

The blue blood's eyes widened at what the redhead was implying and grinned excitedly, "And will appeal to more people of various ages worldwide! Vara, you're a genius!"

Vara returned the excited grin, "It takes one to know one, my good troll."

Rufioh chuckled at the pair, "With the way you're acting, I would have thought you were moirails."

Horuss blushed and stuttered incoherently, while Vara shrugged, "What can I say, it's a creative thing."

"That's pretty amazing. I've never seen anyone but Meulin get Horuss excited like that, especially about a school project," Rufioh said with a content smile. When lunch ended, Vara left the pair with an excited smile. That smile left her face when she realized how slow her day would go when she was looking forward to something. Not even her friends could make her any less bored, but Gamzee helped by randomly popping up and doing something silly to make Vara laugh.

When classes finally ended for the day, Vara found herself tossed over Gamzee's shoulder as he nearly ran to the radio station. "Gamzee! What are you doing?!" she shrieked in surprise. She found that his gait was surprisingly smooth, but it didn't change the fact that he practically kidnapped her.

"I'm up and giving you a ride to the motherfuckin' station, lil mama," Gamzee answered nonchalantly, not slowing his pace in the least.

Vara furrowed her brows in confusion, "Why didn't you just use your car?" Gamzee just laughed as if she had told the best joke in the world. The redhead soon realized that nothing would deter the highblood, and sighed in resignation as she gave up on getting him to release her. She rested an elbow against his back and simply waited for the moment when they would arrive to the station. When they arrived, Signless was waiting for them at the door. When he saw them, he couldn't help but laugh at the young highblood's behavior. It wasn't exactly unwarranted considering that Vara was the first friend that he ever made that didn't treat him like a ticking time bomb, or like he was mentally challenged. "You know where to go, Gamzee," the candy blooded troll said. Gamzee waved to let Signless know that he heard.

Vara waved at Nashir in passing and ignored the fact that he was nearly dying of laughter as he watched his descendant carry the little human into the studio. Vara sighed in relief when Gamzee finally set her down in her chair. "Did you have to carry me in the elevator?" she asked in exasperation.

"No, but it was motherfuckin' fun," Gamzee answered with a sly grin. The redhead could only shake her head in amusement at her friend.

"Come on, let's get this show on the road," Gamzee nodded and flipped the switch that put them on the air. Vara leaned into the microphone to greet their audience, "Good afternoon New Orleans! This is Vara Afolter coming to you live from the Zodiac Station with Gamzee Makara. For the next couple of hours we'll be taking any question or song request you have. All you have to do is call or text XXX-XXX-XXXX and we'll try to answer as best as we can. Gamzee, spin that shit."

"You got it sis," Gamzee said as he began to play Pop by B.o.B. Vara turned the mic off and waited for the first caller. It didn't take long for the first call to come in and Gamzee was the one who answered. "Sup Motherfucker, what can we motherfuckin' help you with?"

"Hello?" a voice asked hesitantly.

"Hello caller, what can we help you with?" Vara asked as she leaned onto their desk.

"Hello, I'm calling to ask for advice. You see, my girlfriend and I have been really distant as of late. We barely talk to each other, and it doesn't even feel like we have that spark we started out with. Do you have any advice for me?"

Gamzee gave Vara an inquiring look since the human terms didn't register with him. Vara gave him a small smile, knowing that she'd have to take this. "Well, when was the last time you two went on a date or the last time you did something romantic together?" the redhead was trying to see where the problem lied.

"I'd say about three months," the caller answered thoughtfully.

Vara couldn't help but smile at where this was going, "How long were you together?"

"It's been six months now," the caller answered wistfully.

"I think I might up and motherfuckin' know your problem," Gamzee offered.

Vara looked at Gamzee curiously, "Well don't hold out on us. Tell us what's on you're mind."

Gamzee smiled softly at the human girl, "Well, if girlfriends are anything like matesprits, then I think that you should do something motherfuckin' romantic for her. You're probably so motherfuckin' distant because ya'll haven't did something romantic in motherfuckin' months. Go out and do whatever you humans do to be romantic to your matesprits. For any motherfuckin' ideas, please refer to sis, right here."

"What advice can you give me, I'm open to suggestions," the caller asked desperately, sounding like he was about to cry.

"If you take Gamzee's advice, which seems like the best option to me, then you should do something for her. Give her some of her favorite flowers and chocolates, and maybe take her to her favorite restaurant, but I suggest you add some variety to it too. However, don't be afraid to be adventurous and take her somewhere she hasn't been before. If none of that works, then sit down and talk about it so you can get to the heart of the problem. If you both agree that you don't feel anything in the relationship anymore, then its best that you break up - mind you that's only my opinion." Vara's sagely advice made the caller go quiet in contemplation. Unbeknownst to either of them, people all over the city were listening intently to their advice.

Signless was in the next room with Nashir, checking their channel's social media profile and found that they were being bombarded by good and bad comments. The good comments complimented Gamzee and Vara's advice and how well they worked together compared to the others who worked with the highblooded troll. The less positive comments were either from anti-troll humans, anti-human trolls, or Internet trolls who just wanted to insult them. Needless to say, Nashir was pleased that they were getting a growing fan base. He listened intently as the human and troll in the adjacent room continued to help humans and trolls alike. Nashir felt as if his descendent finally found someone who could accept him completely.

Signless, however, saw this as a starting point in the long road of peace between the trolls and humans. Up till this point, no one, not even his descendent, Gamzee's moirail, could stand him for extended periods of time or considered him smart enough to give legitimate advice. However, Vara could, and she actually thought about what the young troll had to say instead of dismissing it. The combination of Vara's acceptance and Gamzee's easy going attitude made it easier for their listeners to call in. Speaking of which, Gamzee and Vara were on their final call for the day.

"Alright caller, what's your problem?' Vara asked as she leaned into the control panel.

"Hello?" the caller greeted hesitantly.

"Sup motherfucker?" Gamzee greeted casually. "How can we motherfuckin help you?"

"You see, I trusted my friend with a big secret, but I heard her telling the school gossips and laughing about it. What do you think I should do?" he asked, sounding as if he was filled to the brim with rage.

"Hold on man, calm down," Vara said cautiously. "How big of a secret are we talking here? Is it embarrassing dare big or there's a video big?"

"It was Michael Sam big," he answered with a tired sigh.

Vara and Gamzee cringed at what this meant for the man. "Shit man. Anybody given you any shit?" he asked hesitantly.

The caller sighed in reply, "Yeah. Do trolls have this problem?"

Gamzee shook his head even though the caller couldn't see it, "Nah man. Trolls don't motherfuckin care about gender so long as that person up and fills the quadrant their aiming to fill. You see, male and female trolls have the same equipment so it doesn't really make a difference to us. If anything a troll gets shit for their blood color. Just like there are fuckin stereotypes for different human races, the same thing motherfuckin applies to blood color. We got stereotypes on different blood colors."

"Yeah, I remember GHB saying that indigos are stereotyped to be violent and lacking in the intelligence department, but Gamzee is living proof that that's not true," Vara pointed out, unaware of the blush burning through Gamzee's face.

"Wait, if trolls have the same equipment, then does that mean Gamzee can get pregnant?" the caller asked curiously.

Vara looked at Gamzee waiting for an answer. Gamzee laughed as he answered, "Nah motherfucker, you see there's these buckets right…" Gamzee went into heavy detail about how trolls reproduce. Needless to say it was a lot to take in and think about. When the explanation was over, the caller thanked them and hung up. Vara snapped out of her thoughtful trance when Gamzee gently nudged her and gave her a concerned look. She gave him a small, reassuring smile and shook her head before returning her attention to the microphone in front of her.

"Alright everybody, that's the end of our time today. We'll leave ya'll and get back to you tomorrow," Vara said in an animated fashion before Gamzee took them off the air. Said troll was still giving Vara that worried look. "What's wrong Gamzee?" Vara asked in concern.

"It's motherfuckin nothing sis," Gamzee lied, avoiding her gaze.

"We both know that's not true. Now tell me what's wrong. Ever since you started talking about troll anatomy, you haven't stopped looking at me like I'd suddenly disappear," the red head prodded.

Gamzee fidgeted nervously, "It's just that…I up and motherfucking thought that it would freak you the motherfuck out and wouldn't want to be friends anymore." Gamzee avoided her gaze fearing that his worries were true.

Vara giggled at absurdity of the notion, "I don't know why you would think that way. There are humans with bodies similar to yours. I honestly think its not that big of a deal. That's just how your body works; it doesn't change the fact that you're my friend." Gamzee gave Vara a small, hesitant grin, relieved that he didn't lose her.

"How about we go get some motherfucking Smashburger?" Gamzee offered as he helped Vara gather her things.

The redhead winced at this, not wanting to reject the indigo, but also needing to keep her word, "I'm sorry, Gamzee, but I told Horuss that I'd be at his house after work today. We're supposed to work on our invention together." When she saw the troll's crestfallen look, she hurried to add, "Maybe we can go tomorrow?"

Gamzee's eyes widened as a grin nearly split his face. He nodded vigorously as he held the door open for Vara where GHB and Signless were waiting for them in the hallway. "You've done well. We've gotten over twelve thousand positive reviews about you two and its only day two," Signless reported with a gentle smile.

Vara grinned excitedly, "That's amazing! I never would have thought we'd get this popular."

"If you keep this up then we just might motherfuckin' get just as famous as Q93," Nashir said with an excited glint in his eyes.

Gamzee threw an arm around the redhead's shoulder, "Ain't a problem man. With lil mama here, its gonna be motherfucking breeze."

A vicious blush bloomed on the ginger's face. Vara was never great at receiving compliments. Whenever one of her friends would compliment her, she would turn into a blushing, stuttering mess. Thinking that the reaction was cute, her friends decided to do it often just for that reaction. "G-Gamzee! Th-that's not true! Y-you're just a-as important i-in this thing as I a-am," she stuttered nervously.

Nashir, Signless, and Gamzee paused to stare at the human woman. Sweet Messiahs that's motherfuckin' adorable! Gamzee felt his cheeks warm slightly at Vara's reaction. Nashir and Gamzee wrapped their arms around the smaller woman and started rubbing their cheeks against her cheek and head. "So fuckin' cute~!" they cooed. Signless watched in slight fascination as Vara's face flushed even more. It kind of reminded him of his two descendants. Nashir noticed the strange looks he was getting from the humans and trolls that passed and glared at him, his eyes changing from a dark yellow to an almost reddish orange. Knowing the meaning behind that, the trolls made themselves scarce, and the humans followed soon after. Figuring that this wouldn't do well for his intimidating reputation, Nashir released Vara and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Gamzee however, couldn't give half a shit what others thought of him and continued to hold onto the redhead.

"Um Gamzee," she muttered, "I need to get to Horuss's house remember?" Gamzee blinked and stared down at the young woman blankly before he finally remembered what she was talking about. "Right. Let me up and motherfuckin' walk you there," he offered.

Vara waved him off, "That's alright Gamzee you don't have to do that." However, the young high blood was having none of it as he picked Vara up by her armpits and tossed her over his shoulder. "Not again!" she squealed as she lightly punched at his back, looking to Nashir and Signless for help, but the two were conveniently looking in a different direction.

"I'll see you motherfuckers at the hive," Gamzee called out as he started walking away from the two ancestors. After a while, Vara gave up on convincing Gamzee to let her go as she crossed her arms and pouted. She glanced around and found that all of the people that passed them would look at her with varying degrees of pity, worry, and confusion. She also noticed that they were now in a rich neighborhood.

"Gamzee?" she called.

"Yeah sis?" Gamzee glanced back at her.

"Does Horuss really live in one of these mansions?"

"If mansion means "big motherfuckin' hive," then yeah," he answered with a nonchalant shrug as he walked through the gates of one of the largest mansions in the neighborhood and Vara suddenly felt as if she were terribly underdress. She twisted so that she could see around and Gamzee and paled. She felt like a mouse compared to the gigantic house and thought that she should have worn some kind of evening gown instead of a green sweater, a pair of ripped jeans, and an old pair of converse. Soon they were standing or in Vara's case, being held in front of a pair large doors, and Gamzee carefully balanced Vara on his shoulder so he could knock a catchy beat on the door before setting the redhead down behind him. "Hello – Oh! H-highblood, what brings you to my humble hive?"

"Hey Equius, I'm just up and dropping sis off. Her and Horuss are tryin' to build some shit," Gamzee explained.

The blueblood, Equius, nodded in approval, sweating profusely at the sight of the indigo on his doorstep before turning his gaze on the red headed human. He scrunched his nose up at the color of her hair, but he kept a relatively neutral expression. Vara performed her best curtsy, remembering Horuss's advice about his family. "It's a pleasure to meet you Equius. May I come in?"

Equius nodded, liking how well-mannered Vara was, as he opened the door wider for the pair to step into his large home. The redhead marveled at the classy décor of the large house. "Horuss is in his workshop down this hall. It should have gears spinning on it to signal that he is working," Vara noticed that Equius wasn't wearing shoes and nervously spoke up.

"Would you like for me to take off my shoes?"

The blueblood looked down at her boot clad feet thoughtfully, "You may keep your shoes on since you are going into the workshop, but I ask that you remove them here and put them back on when you get to the workshop."

Vara nodded her understanding and slipped the shoes off of her feet. She quickly hugged Gamzee, shocking Equius, before she rushed over to the door that the blueblood indicated to her. "Thanks you Equius and I'll see you tomorrow Gamzee!" she called out, waving back at her friend.

Equius's sunglasses slid down his nose in shock as he stared after the bold human girl. He turned his gaze on Gamzee to find that the highblood was blushing a violent indigo.

Hey everybody! I know it's been a long time since I've updated, but I'll try to fix that. My beta-reader and I have been tossing around ideas for this story and we can't wait to act out some of them! I can only hope you love them as much as we do!

Wrecking shit since 1999! Bezerker out!