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Miracles. [CLOSED]

Character(s): Pinkie, Gamzee, Brofessor

Location: Home Ec Kitchen

Rating: Probably R for language, sopor pies, ROCKIN' MIRACLES

Open/Closed/Finished: CLOSED

Summary: Gamzee is here with his pies. OH YES~!

By the time of this gathering has commenced, a few more pies have been devoured, and Pinkie was laying across the counter of the home ec room, just...chillin'. This was the happiest day of her life. EVER.

"Wow...how can those lights be so....so...WHITE?!" Those kitchen lights were just so amazingly fascinating and AMAZING. Her hand reached up and then she closed it before gasping loudly. "OMIGOSH OMIGOSH! I CAUGHT SOMETHING!!" Slowly she sat up and looked down at her enclosed hand.

Dare she open it?

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"What's that gotta feel like, sister?" Gamzee wondered as he pulled himself off of the island and went to check out the other side of the fridge: the freezer.

He stuck his head instead and woah. Woaaaaaah.

This was cold. Super cold. It was so awesome, but so... so cold, yet he couldn't find himself pulling his head out.

"M-Motherfuckin' chill as FUCK in here," he remarked, teeth beginning to chatter.

Bro stumbles to his feet and lurches over to where Gamzee is, also sticking his head in the freezer.

"Dude. Dude. Do you think. If we found a penguin... it could live in here."

"Holy shit, motherfucker. Holy shit."

Gamzee finally removes his head and cold, crisp little indigo tears can be seen brimming. Why? The cold just made his eyes water, because look. He still has that cheery-looking face. It is the most cheery.

"We need to all get ourselves a fucking penguin."

A pause.

"... after I up and find out what the hell a penguin is."

Pinkie did eventually pull out a sandwich and a piece of double chocolate cake for Bro and...she'll hand it to him...

"Wow...brown feels so yummy...so yummy..."

Her gaze slowly shifted to Gamzee, eyes widened at the mention of not knowing what a penguin is. "How can you not...like...KNOW what a penguin is?! Your world needs the MIRACLE of PENGUINS, Gamz!" She shook her head in dismay, and looking oh so very disappointed. "They're the cutest, fuzziest, penguiny things like...EVER!"

Oh. They're cute, fuzzy things. Cute, fuzzy... penguiny things.

Gamzee stared at Pinkie for a brief moment, expression unreadable until he proceeded to shove his head back into the freezer.

"Holy tits, sister. Think there's some inside here?"

"Dude, penguins are. Penguins are the best. They're like... like... birds in suits, man, you can't get more awesome than that."

When Gamzee shoves his head back in the fridge, Bro follows suit.

"Naw, man, I think the penguin is in your heart, or something," he says.

"AND THOSE BOWTIES!" Pinkie gave a squeal of delight at that. "I bet they go to fancy dinners all the time! But they don't have finger! How can they hold a fork?!"

Gosh, no one was taking these yummy snacks, and everyone was in the freezer. She climbed onto Bro's back and started munching on the cake. She, too, peered inside.

"....whooooooaaaaa....it's so chill in here!" Pinkie blinked and gasped out loud again. "I CAN SEE MY WORDS IN THE AIR! They all look so soft."

Hello, vapors!

"Man... penguins in hearts and fancy dinners and all that fuckery. It's all miracles. They're motherfucking miracle birds."

Gamzee took on as serious of a look as a guy on pie can manage, as in, still all smiley and dopey, but with brows furrowed.

"This is straight up my fuckin' mission. I've gotta meet a motherfucking penguin in here, and..."

Woah. Woah. Pinkie's words were coming out in a gassy form. Oh. My. Gog.

"Daaaaaaamn, sis, do that shit again! Lemme try to catch it this time, hahahaha!" HONK.

Bro, meanwhile, has found popsicles. He is trying to eat three of them. At once.

"mMmfhfmfmn- FMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"

And now he has hit the fillings he has. Ow. Bluh.

"Woah oh jesus my head... is made of ice?"

"... Dear fuck, brother, the hell are these motherfucking things?"

Wow, popsicles, apparently. That's what the box reads. They are full of colors and look delicious, therefore Gamzee must try it.

He shoved three- or was it four?- in his mouth at the same time and just kind of froze in his spot.

"Holy shit," he muttered, although with a mouth full of popsicle, it probably only sounded like, "Hrrry ffffffhhhhit."

Pinkie jumped down from Bro's back and just LAUGHED in between taking her own popsicle. Somehow, she was the sane one and took only one. She gave it a lick and...

"AAAAUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAA!"

Her tongue was stuck on it! She flails her arms in a panic and started to run around the room, as if that would help.

"OH SHIT!"

It seems like a terribly good idea to join in the flailfest here. So Bro does. And then forgets why he's doing that.

"Aw yeah."

Gamzee just leans back with the popsicles in his mouth.

It takes a bit, but he finally realizes... oh, woah. Flailing is happening.

"OH SHIT OH SHIT."

HE'LL JUST... JOIN IN ON THAT AND... oh god those popsicles, all four of them, are stuck to his tongue. Whaaaaaaat. Damn him for having a long-ass troll tongue.

The popsicle eventually fell off her tongue and onto the floor. She stopped running once she did and looked behind herself, seeing them run too. But she was in all sorts of awe at how there were color streaks flowing behind them both.

"....coooooooolllllll....you guys have capes like Rainbow Dash!"

"F'whut," he says as his tongue lolls with popsicles hanging loosely. One may have even fallen onto the floor in a sticky, drooly mess. Gross.

Bro turns around in a circle, trying to see this mysterious cape.

"Woah dude, where is it even..."

"RIGHT THERE! HURRY! CATCH IT!" Pinkie shouted, pointing right behind Bro. Such a futile attempt.

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