[video] In which one of the Sherlocks is as cool as motherfucking shit.

[lovesfaygo]

[ There's a jostle, and a familiar, fluctuating voice can be heard. ]

Hang on, I think I fucking got it. It's all in my pocket and shit, all up in here. Cozy like a motherfucking rainbow.

[ He laughs, and it's more like a sputtering chortle and--yup, there it is. A tell-tale honk as the gray-skinned troll pulls the device out of wherever it's been--it looks like under a sheet of some sort--and there's a huge clutter of various things strewn around the room. One of which is the mattress that used to make up the bed. ]

Motherfuck, there we go. So hey, world. I've got something pretty motherfucking important to share with you.

[ And, in the corner, a pie tray filled with neon green goo, half eaten. One of his very last pies. And also in the background that's--

Yup. The second Sherlock Holmes. ]

All you motherfuckers, I've come to a realization. This ship. Is, like, a motherfucking case. We need to solve.

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[video]

[purrfectlycute]

Heehee, I can see that! I'm just making sure you're not feeling, um... murder-y lately.

[video] | late tag D:

[lovesfaygo]

[ Gamzee looks genuinely confused for a few moments. ]

Uuuuh... What? I'm motherfuckin' chill, bro.

[video] | SAME ;^;

[purrfectlycute]

That's good! I wasn't asking fur any real reason really! Uh, yep! [ she laughs in a way she intends to be reassuring but actually sounds nervous. whooopppsss. taking a deep breath and calming down. ]

You're right though, we don't talk nearly enough, sooooo let's fix that! Are you gonna help Mr. Holmes solve the mysteries of the ship?

nepeta y u so cute ;_;

[lovesfaygo]

Yeah, man!

[ Gamzee's WAY too far gone to notice that. Thank God. He instead seems to be getting excited--as excited as he can--about the prospect. ]

Motherfuckin' mystery to solve on this ship full of miracles.

she can't help it. it's a gift and a curse.

[purrfectlycute]

[ She can breathe a little easier knowing that he didn't catch her slip-ups. HOORAY FOR DRUGS. ]

Lots of mysteries! Why we're here, how'd we get here, where we're gonna land. But most impurrtant of all, who is Mr. Holmes' moirail?

[ Oh yes she can smile deviously. Granted, it's about shipping priorities, BUT SHE HAS TO KNOW. ]

[lovesfaygo]

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.

[ This requires a lot of thought, okay. Especially since Gamzee has found a bottle of Faygo and is staring at it with the intensity only a juggalo can have. ]

Moiral, huh. Moiral. Is...

I don't think he's motherfucking here. Some guy named Watson. But there's, like, another fucking Watson around here. It's motherfucking confusing, sister.

I also don't know if they're like.. moirals of matesprits. It's motherfucking hard to figure out human romance. You're better at it.