♒ 02 ♒

[greaselightning]

so vwhat do you knowv, another year has gone by and im at the ripe age of sevwenteen starting today.
im certain not many of you knewv of my birthday, but thats alright, it isnt too late to vwish me svwell one, or to offer me any gifts you might havwe. ill be in the courtyard for the record, if saying it to my pretty face is more your style.

((ooc: This is actually backdated to the 18th, because I suck at doing stuff on time. Feel free to answer through the journal or action, either works fine!))

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[greaselightning]

thanks, chief.
some vwicked fine shit, you say? i certainly hope i dont havwe to vwait too long, nowv.

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[mo_cara]

WeLl It SuReLy AiN't ThE KiNd Of ThInG i'D gIvE yOu In FrOnT oF tHe PrOfEsSoRs, MoThErFuCkEr!
So I gUeSs YoU'lL hAvE tO gEt YoUr PaTiEnCe On AnD wAiT fOr ToNiGhT.

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[greaselightning]

oh ho, vwell then. i think i can find some patience if thats the case.

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[mo_cara]

i'Ll SeE yOu ToNiGhT!

[And later, in the Slytherin common room, Gamzee will be waiting, sprawled across one of the couches and idly flipping through his Divination textbook, though he doesn't seem to be really reading it.]

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[greaselightning]

see ya then, mate.

[Needless to say, Cronus has been walking with a spring to his step all day, what with his anticipation for whatever Gamzee has for him. Maybe he's building his hopes up a little high, he really doesn't know what the hell he has waiting for him, but he can infer a thing or two.]

[When he enters the common room, he instantly spots the other Slytherin. With his trademark grin on his face, he practically sashays his way over, putting his hands on his hips as he looks down at the sprawled boy in front of him.]

So, about that thing you're planning on giving me...

[Straight to the point, but that's just how the Amporas roll...]

[mo_cara]

Hmmm? [Gamzee glances up at him as if, for a moment, he has no idea why Cronus is there. Then he breaks into a lazy smile suddenly, and he pulls himself into a sitting position, glancing around the room.]

Oh, yeah, shit, sorry, my pan's full of motherfuckin' holes. [Seeing no one around, he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out ...

Well, it's a joint, actually, though it's kind of hard to tell at first, because he's spelled the paper for it all kinds of bright, festive colors - a rainbow of them, really, so at first it just looks like some kind of party slug made of paper mache. He holds it out to Cronus, still smiling.]

[greaselightning]

[That's... decidedly not what he was expecting, but he isn't about to say no. Though, he's stopped, staring at it till it clicks just what it is. He's all for trying shit, and who knows, maybe it'll get him in Gamzee's good graces, and if that's the case, well then. Perhaps he can get what he really wants later down the line, maybe even tonight.]

Wow, will you look at that! That certain is something, haha.

[He reaches out, taking it and looking it over, inspecting it really.]

So... What's in it?

[Because lets be honest here, Cronus is not only a sexual virgin, but he's never done anything like this either.]

[mo_cara]

Sweet green dreams, bro. [sagely] That there is Blueberry Northern Lights, and it puts you all up in your pan in the best kind of way, you know? The bitchtits for listening to music to or for talking shit out, 'cause you like to be talking, right?