Gamzee Makara ♑ tC

[It's in the middle of the night when the video clicks on, the view showing the sky above before a purple tail flicks over the gear. It's completely silent as the Liepard peers down at the screen, behind her only a pair of glowing red eyes visible in the shadows, until-

CRACK

-the sound of wood violently breaking abruptly echos across the feed.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Someone clearly must have a grudge against whatever poor tree is suffering abuse, the sounds coming in rapid succession and even a bit of bark flying across the view for a moment. The Liepard and whatever's floating behind her don't seem phased though, no more than glancing over towards the sound when it comes to a halt.]

What are you two motherfuckers doin' over there?

[The voice comes from the same direction as the previous cracking sounds, loud and quiet all at once with something forceful and dark behind it. But when it speaks up again it's a completely normal tone, if a bit of a lazy drawl.]

Shit, you been all getting up in my bag? Motherfucking told you I ain't got nothing. We're heading back soon Purrsis, ain't nothing to get your tail in a fluff over.

[It seems like his voice has a fluctuation problem, switching between normal and that creepy tone periodically.

HONK

And what sounds like a bicycle horn loud as hell right next to the gear before the owner finally plops himself down in view, picking up the gear as the Liepard makes herself comfortable across his legs and the red eyes appear to be a Duskull that comes better into view hovering around his shoulder.

The juggling clubs at his side combined with the black and white facepaint automatically might make one think of a clown, but the smile says it's not one you'd want to invite to any party.]

Might as motherfucking well get my chat on. Check what's all been up since you already got the wicked shit rolling for me. Hey there motherfuckers.

[honk

At least it wasn't as loud as the last one.]