"-LITTLE SHIT ACTUALLY STOOD TEIR AND INSULTED MY FUCKIN' ACCENT! AH DUN HAVE AN ACCENT! DO AH SOUND LIKE AH HAVE UH SHIT STAINED, NORTHUHN BROOK, ACCENT!" This had been going on for... well over three hours since Jarren got back to their dorm. Gamzee had been basically draped over his bed, lazy and relaxed as can be, when the other troll had busted in. Yelling obscenities and incoherency. After about thirty minutes, the snarls and growls, had turned into discernible language, that eventually led to where they were now.
Gamzee, during the rant, had just been sitting on his bed, lazy eyes following his friend and roommate as he paced back and forth. Unpacking his bags with a certain fervor and gusto, occasionally flinging an unsuspecting item accidentally across the room with his wild gestures. But when the question was asked, he stopped, pointing one finger rather dramatically to the Capricorn, and glaring at him, waiting for an answer.
"Well motherfucker, you kind of all... do have words laced with intricacies and oddities."
"Ah fuckin' know tat! But ya would at least tink t'e knob-eyed fucker would 'ave t'e commen gog damn sense, t'e realize tat not all shitty trolls come from one FUCKIN' REGION! Ass monguh was probably uh lowblood, only uh lowblood could be tat damn ignorant. An-"
"Probably?"
"What?
"You got your phrase that the bro was 'probably' a lowblood?"
"Oh, yeah. His fuckin' see holes haven't change coluh yet. What kind o' mutant freak hasn't even leaked t'e proper hormones fer maturity yet? Huh! Tis is such a hornbeast shit, god fuckin', piss pourin, waste o m-" and off he went, on another tangent, causing Gamzee's grin to twitch a little wider. Jarren had always been like this. Well, for as long as the Capricorn had known him. Quick to temper, a little self-centered, and honestly? Kind of an ass.
So while the other highblood got irritation out of his system, he began to unpack his own things. Jarren was a good form of background noise, to distract him from thinking too deeply about Sollux's reaction to seeing him. Man but... how long had it been? 3 sweeps? 5? He couldn't really remember. Time didn't flow and settle into place like it used to. Not that, as a wriggler, it did so very well to begin with.
A lot had changed. But then again, there were things that simply, didn't. From one bag Gamzee extracted slightly wrinkled and ripped posters of Capricious Minstrels (or according to Jarren, "Rape faced, homicidal, nightmares"), borrowing some tape from the other Highblood's side of the room to stick them up and into place. A few bands joining them later. There was no real rhyme or reason for how they were put up, and they weren't placed neatly, but the Capricorn didn't seem to mind.
A pile of horns cascaded in a chorus of honks and clunks a few moments later, gathering in a nice pile at the foot of his human styled bed. In their particular room, they had decided to go with the monkey's form of a set-up. Cultural unity or what-the-fuck ever. In the bathroom there was still a coon like basin of sopor though, because there was no doubt the troll's would obtain injuries during the school year, and sopor was the best forms of salve to their species.
Anyway, as Gamzee continued to unpack and get his side of the room in a familiar, oddly comfortable, mess, Jarren was seeming to come down from his rant once more. His irate voice, had toned down to a conversational level, though it was still laced with irritation.
"-mean honestly. How fuckin' ballistic can ye be wit nubby shit horns like tat? And t'e bi-eyed fuck tat dragged him uhway? Jesus fuck, it was like ah walked in on uh gog damned freak sh-"
"Woah brother, hold up. You got your information that a dual colored see hole motherfucker intercepted the bro with nub points?"
"... yeeeeeeees?" Jarren's eyes narrowed at that, wanting to say more, but more curious for Gamzee to elaborate, "T'e fuck does tat hafta do with anyting?"
"Just to get some clarification going. Did the dual bro have quad skull points, and did he get a calling to the little motherfucker?"
The troll with the half-shaved head just kind of stared at Gamzee for a moment. What the fuck did this have to do with anything that was actually important? Well, whatever. With a sigh, Jarren glared a hole into one wall, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to remember specifics. "Hell, I dunno uhbout the othuh freak havin' four horns but... ah tink he called t'e lit'le shit... somethin' fuckin' stupid. JK er KK er some retardedly moronic shortening o' what must be his real gog da-... Oy, G-Zee, you alright?"
Gamzee had gone completely still, his eyes staring unblinking at the troll in front of him now. Lost, in his thoughts. Because now, Sollux's reaction made sense. Why he freaked out when they were never close. Why he seemed so eager to know where he was staying.
"Do you have any idea what kind of shit that put some of us through?"
Sollux and Gamzee had never been close, but Karkat and Sollux were, and Karkat, his old moirail, his best friend, was probably one of the one's he hurt the most.
"Jarren, schoolfeed a motherfucker every bit of knowledge you can, on the brother you got arguments with."