1st Trot

[frothymilk]

[Action - 945 Beulah St]

[Hey Beulah St. Hope you're enjoying waking up to sirens, because as soon as they fade, the screaming will start. Loud, high-pitched screaming that almost sounds like a panicked horse, actually, except that it doesn't stop right away.]

[Then a chair goes flying out the window]

[Phone]

What the fuck is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

[There may be a few who recognize the voice. In theory. It's far more emotive in a terrified sort of fashion than anyone ever has heard it before, and each outburst ends with a little whinny. The owner of this voice is also well known among his friends for being against swearing of all kind]

Highblood, please, oh god, are you there? What is this thing? Hello? Highblood, everything is wrong, where are you, oh gosh please tell me you're normal, oh, I can't bear the thought of your exquisite indigo... [he chokes] like this!

Please, come and kill me again, I don't want to be like this, I feel sick...

Comments

[noluckduck]

Ah, great. So what were ya? Crazy robot? Snooty android? Murderous alien?

[frothymilk]

I believe that, were you to ask around, I would be labelled the creepy, crazy, snooty, sweaty alien who builds killer robots, then smashes them to pieces in no holds barred cage matches due to a surplus of daily rage aneurysms.

[noluckduck]

... Oh man, you've got issues, don't ya? Ya... ever consider gettin' help?

[frothymilk]

[snort] I have help. She's just not here.

Besides, that's hardly atypical for one of my bloodcolor. And I'm happy with who I am.

[noluckduck]

I'm sure you can get another doctor.

[frothymilk]

She's not a doctor, and she is not so easily replaced. You wouldn't understand.

[noluckduck]

What, was she your girlfriend or somethin'?

[frothymilk]

[If eyerolls were audible, Clover would hear Equius's eyes all but rolling out of his head]

She was my moirail. It is a term that covers far more emotional depth than the human concept of "girlfriend." She is my other half and I would be quite lost without her, but our... love for each is on the platonic level. I want to see her succeed and do well, and I would do almost anything for her, but I have no desire to engage in sexual relations with her.

[noluckduck]

That... sounds kinda like bein' best friends to me. [It also hits a little close to home.]

[frothymilk]

Normally, I would argue that the details are finer than that, but the Highblood has been calling Vantas "Best Friend" for sweeps, and suddenly they are moirails, so what do I know?

[noluckduck]

Vantas... That's Karkat right?

Huh, never had him pegged as the type to be all buddies with royalty or whatever.

[frothymilk]

Yes, Karkat Vantas. And you wouldn't. None of the others... accept the Hemospectrum. [Bitter? Him? Oh yes, very much so.] It's likely that they never even mentioned that Gamzee Makara has the highest quality of blood that any land dwelling troll could hope to be born with. Nor does he act the part, but that is a matter of his current circumstances, and not because of who he is.

[noluckduck]

"Hemospectrum"... Like a blood colour hierarchy? [Terezi's terrifying behaviour during the last event comes to mind.] I'm guessin' red ranks pretty low.

... Also, no fuckin' clue who this Gamzee is.

[frothymilk]

That is exactly it. [pauses] Oh, he is a rust blood after all? I suspected as much. Hardly any reason for him to go through so many pains to hide it, though. But, to answer your question, yes, red is the lowest of the low. My own blood is - or was, as the case may be - a deep, dark, noble hue of blue.

...How do you know Vantas, but not Gamzee?

[noluckduck]

Nah, I wasn't talkin' about him. It was just... a question.

Man, whaddya want me to tell ya? I've talked to Karkat on the phone, never met this Gamzee.

[frothymilk]

....Oh. [huff] Darn. Well, it's not as if I care. He is generally below my notice, unless he's shouting in my ear, bluh.

Well, I don't know, it just seems weird? Why talk to one, but not the other?

Although, I suppose you can't tell who is what over the phone unless they announce it, can you? He hardly sounds impressive, anyway. He's so high, he doesn't know what he's saying half the time.

[noluckduck]

Yeah, I just talked to the guy 'cause he sounded like kind of a dick.

[frothymilk]

[ . . . ]

Is that why you chose to speak to me?

[noluckduck]

Nah, I just thought ya sounded funny.

... And hell, I thought I could warn ya 'bout all the crazy killers out there while I was at it.

[And now she might be curious about this "moirail" thing.]

[frothymilk]

I do NOT sound funny! [He is scowling at the phone. Just holding it away from his face, and scowling in a very sulky manner] I sound intelligent, thank you very much. It's hardly MY fault if everyone else around here are uncultured bloodsacks.

...oh. Well. Thank you, I suppose. That was very thoughtful, and I appreciate it.

[noluckduck]

Dude, calm down.

[frothymilk]

I am calm. I am perfectly, one hundred percent calm. I am perfectly fine, and not riled up in any way.

[noluckduck]

You're soundin' pretty nervous about it.

[frothymilk]

Well, I am a little agitated. Usually, I just need to break something, and then I feel better. But I did not wish to simply walk away from the conversation to do so. That would be rude, and I do not abide by rudeness.

[noluckduck]

... Does your... moyer-ail usually stop ya from doin' that?