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” Good.  Then we ain’t got a motherfuckin’ problem. “

> You smirk, and lean in again to run your tongue over the stitched lips, your purr only deepening. Weird feeling, but nothing you weren’t expecting, and you’re not sure if you’re proud of your foreknowledge, or just confused.  You’ll settle for a mix of both.  When in doubt, right?

> Release him, though there’s a sort of hesitation to do so, because you can’t lie and say you don’t particularly like that feeling of power it gives you.  Knowing you could snap his neck with one little tug in the wrong direction.  Or right direction, arguably.  Enough mulling on that, you need the motherfucker.  Move over and pick up a bag, then toss it at him carelessly.  It’s tied, nothing should fall out.

” Go toss that shit.  Worthless organs and shit, no motherfucker’s gonna be too suspicious of none of that.  Ain’t not a single motherfuckin’ point in diggin’ through a meat dumpster for dead body parts and goin’ tryin’ to identify ‘em. “

> Go back to rooting around, but get bored quickly.  You don’t got time for this shit.  Step into the chest cavity with one foot, stoop down and grab the limp wrist, and jerk his arm upward, twisting it around and tugging until the bone gives way under your grasp and his arm comes up at the shoulder.  Good.  Bits and pieces.

> Bring your knee up and smash it down over your leg, cracking it at the elbow.  When bones crack the opposite direction than they’re supposed to bend, it’s oddly satisfying.  You’re able to rip the skin and sinew and muscle with ease, and tuck both pieces of flesh neatly under your arm to dust your hands off.

” Let’s get this motherfucker transported, then.  Can’t be leavin’ too many pieces yet, though.  It all got up and emptied yesterday and he might be all concerned if there’s too much in there in the mornin’. “

>You wordlessly caught the bag in your arms, your stomach squirming at the sheer feeling of scattered parts within the sack. You are about to depart, but are interrupted at the sick sound of cracking bones. You watched soundlessly, just the smell made you want to hurl. 

>You took a somewhat fumbling step back as he passes with a grin on his lips, leading the two of you out of the dirty alleyway.  You veer away from the streetlights that flickered as you passed, but other then that you manage the journey across with ease.  

>He tosses his share in with almost astounding ease, and it's only a passing moment or two before you approach the waste bin yourself.  With a soundless grunt you hoist the sack into the bin, a somewhat nausea inducing clatter following. You felt disgusting. 

” Suppose so. “

> You knead your fingers through the knots of his locks, and pull him closer by the handful of it, a light purr rumbling somewhere in the back of your throat.  He might be older, but it’s a damn good thing he knows his place.

” Wanna be a good little pet and help me get this shit in that dumpster over there? “

> A motion with your free hand points out the body, then a dumpster across the street.  Your grin widens slightly before it slacks.

>Instead of bothering with a signaled reply, you merely nod a yes. It was dark, obviously, (say what you would but Gamzee wasn't a fool) and if anything it was better for you to see across to the next alleyway to your next destination. 

>Your answer is rather blunt with the curt hand motions you have to offer, but you certainly don't think the Gemini minded. It was a relief to see him, and while you were all too aware it was just an alternate one it seemed to take a impending weight off your chest.

” That’s a good boy. “

> You grin widely at him, and lean in, lips hovering mere centimeters from his. 

” You got just the right tone when you say it.  Might wanna watch that face of yours, though.  Hate to have to smear it all over the motherfuckin’ floor, you know? “

> Your hand slides up his cheek and into his hair before grabbing a handful and jerking his head to the side roughly.  You just barely graze your lips to his, then lean away. 

>A sudden huff of air left your nose upon his fingers sliding through your hair, and it took nearly all your willpower not to scoot away with his lips hovering so close to your own.

>Your apology while sounding monotone was sincere, but the means of communication were few and far between. You watch her expression, eyebrows furrowed in an act of concern. This wasn't quite the reaction you wanted if you really had to do this.

<Do you know how else we can talk?>

Dragon, pineapple, and friend.

>And an idea strikes. It's a rather simple form voodoo, but she should be able to hear you in her own head. A bit eerie, but you all the same. With a moment of concentration, you whisper quietly to her.

” Let’s try that again, motherfucker.  This time, do it right.  Like I taught you.  Master.  You know better. “

"Yes- apologies master, I will not make make the mistake again."

"Hello, child of the messiahs."