#pg13ish

Faygo bottles littered the room where the Juggalo hung out when everyone was awake. When they were asleep somewhere, he wandered  about the meteor like a ferocious meowbeast looking for its next meal.

During the "night" the Libra would sneak out sometimes to see the other. It became a bad habit soon and before she knew it, she was addicted to the way the purple blood shouted at her, how he would take a sloppy drink and spill some soda on himself, the way he talked and, she was disgusted at herself for even admitting it, the truth about her. The truth about how Terezi Pyrope wasn't blind anymore, didn't have the memories of her dragon lusus, and worse of all, the regret. Terezi hated it the most.

The Juggalo narrowed his eyes at the once-blind girl. "I know your secrets, sis. I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN YOU KNOW YOURSELF!" his echo bounced off of the dull metal walls and soon faded, but his voice kept ringing in Terezi's ears even though they were gone.

This was one of the times that Gamzee was in one of his moods; that one mood that could make even the bravest Alternian hero cower in fear. This was that one mood where he was very close to another culling spree, and one of the worst one yet, unless Karkat still survived from it.

But they weren't moirails anymore; unless somebody else wanted to be their savior, they were all dead.

Usually, though, the teal blood would let Gamzee scream at her until he finally calmed down to just normal shouting and making Terezi feel like a piece of shit. That was what he did best. Gamzee suddenly smirked. "Let's get wasted. Drink all the motherfuckin' Faygo we want until you have to go. Hang out in the horn pile and maybe have some sloppy makeouts. Sound good to you?" his voice was deep and husky and Terezi could detect a hint of lust in it, too. The smirk on the Juggalo's face never disappeared until the Libra finally nodded her head.

"Great," was all he said and tossed Terezi a couple Faygo bottles.