Happy March

[yerawwizarderi]

wwwwhat the fuck
wwwwhat the FUCK
wwhen i find wwhoevvers responsible for this fuckin prank
you better fuckin wwwatch yourself
vvris
john fuckin egbert i know youre the prankin master you only declare it once a wweek howw great your gambit is
youre fuckin sick if you think this wwas funny
its just fuckin pathetic wwhat a sorry sense a humor you got
i wwould feel bad for you but its just so wwretched it makes me sick thinkin about howw you thought you wwere pullin one ovver on me

[PRIVATE TO GAMZEE, spelled to about 50% completely unhackable because somebody's a little distressed okay]

listen
dont fuckin ask questions
get a spare pair of trousers out a my drawwer and bring them up to the third floor
(OOC: Somebody's changed his pants for a skirt. HAPPY MARCH! If you want to actually come across him he's hiding on the third floor near the boy's bathroom waiting for Gamzee to hopefully respond and bring him some new pants.)

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[mo_cara]

[Gamzee doesn't even bother to text back, though he's mighty curious - he just grabs pants and heads up ... and then realizes he's not sure where to go from here.]

Uh, BrO, wHeRe YoU aT?

[yerawwizarderi]

outside the bathroom by gwyneth the gross stupid fuckin statue

[And then Eridan will come out from behind a tapestry, with his robes twitched around him, even though that can't possibly hide how his legs are bare.]

[mo_cara]

[blinks at him] Woah, motherfucker, someone be playin' a prank on you? Or did a lady get a little too motherfuckin' into it? [staring unabashedly at Eridan's legs]

[yerawwizarderi]

[At this point expects nothing less from Gamzee than to have him stare at his legs. Pretty used to this sort of a thing.]

I don't know how the fuck it happened, I was just walkin' along mindin' my own fuckin' business!

[This is, for once, the genuine truth.]

[mo_cara]

And your trousers was just motherfuckin' disapparated? Woah, harsh. [Still staring, totally having forgotten that he's brought a spare pair for Eridan.]

[yerawwizarderi]

[He does have really nice legs, leftover from swimming, long when he finally hits his growth spurt.]

Yes that's wwhy I told you to bring me another fuckin' pair! I don't knoww howw to change them back from this, I can't go around in a fuckin' skirt.

[mo_cara]

Damn, you got some tastyfine pins there. [Gamzee says it carelessly, not even thinking Eridan might be bothered by it.] ... wait, there's a motherfuckin' skirt under there?

[yerawwizarderi]

[Eridan is going to expire of shame, and leave behind a small purple spot on the walls to mark where he combusted of sheer embarrassment.]

Just give me my fuckin' pants, man, I don't have time to go provin' it to you!

[mo_cara]

Oh ... yeah, sorry. [holding out the trousers, though he's still eyeing Eridan's legs, and higher up where he imagines the skirt might be]

[yerawwizarderi]

[Eridan jerks them out of his hands, tugging his robes up closer around his legs.]

STOP LOOKIN'.

[mo_cara]

Kinda hard not to be laying my peepers down there. [Gamzee admits, though he does attempt to comply, looking up at the ceiling instead.] They be fine specimens.

[fuckmackandme]

what?
i didn't do anything.

[yerawwizarderi]

LIKE IM REALLY GOIN TO BELIEVVE THAT

[fuckmackandme]

how would i even get in your room?

[yerawwizarderi]

wwho said it happened in my room