You awkwardly scuttle away from Eridan, who is now furiously separating the Faygo bottles from the water bottles. It’s probably best if you just let him do whatever the hell he’s going to do. You try to tell yourself that he’s at least sort of trying to help out, and that’s always a good thing. Sometimes. Maybe you’ll check back up on him later. Help him count or something.
For now though, you decide to go see how Tavros is doing. He’s been hanging out in that corner for a while now, and you think you’ve heard him talking to himself? That can’t be any sorts of good, and it’s unsurprising that no one has gone over to see what’s up with him. Once again, it’s up to you to figure out just what in the fresh fuck is going on.
AT: hELLO, aND WELCOME TO tAVROS’ SHOP,
AT: hOW MAY i BE OF SERVICE TO YOU TODAY,
CG: YOU CAN SERVICE ME BY CUTTING THIS SHIT OUT. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?AT: oH, sORRY kARKAT,
AT: iT WAS JUST A LITTLE BIT OF, uH, hARMLESS FLARPING,
CG: IS THIS REALLY THE TIME TO BE FLARPING, ASSHOLE?
CG: THE ANSWER IS FUCK NO, THIS IS THE TIME TO BE GATHERING SUPPLIES AND NOT GOOFING OFF AND WASTING OUR PRECIOUS TIME WHICH WE DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE.
CG: WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING BACK THERE. THERE CAN’T BE ANYTHING USEFUL IN THERE.
AT: aCTUALLY, tHERE WAS ONE THING i FOUND,
AT: wHICH MAY OR MAY NOT BE CLASSIFIED AS USEFUL, dEPENDING ON YOUR WEAPON OF CHOICE, hEHE,
AT: i FOUND A SMALL GUN,
AT: iT WASN’T LOADED, bUT THERE’S A BOX OF AMMO TOO,
CG: HOLY FUCK, ARE YOU SERIOUS.
CG: CONGRADUFUCKINGLATIONS, TAVROS. SOMEHOW YOU HAVE MANAGED TO BE THE MOST USEFUL ONE OUT OF THE COMPLETELY FUCKING USELESS FUCKWITS I’VE TALKED TO SO FAR.
CG: YOU HAVE LEAPED UP THE ECHELADDER OF USEFULNESS FROM “COMPLETE WASTE OF SPACE” TO “SLIGHTLY MORE USEFUL THAN ERIDAN”. WHICH ISN’T THAT HARD TO DO, I GUESS.
CG: ANYWAYS. GIVE ME THE GUN. I DON’T ACTUALLY TRUST YOU WITH IT.
AT: oH, uHH, aLRIGHT THEN,
AT: eVEN IF i WAS GROWING, yOU COULD SAY, fOND OF IT,
CG: YOU POOR FUCK. GROWING ATTACHED TO INANIMATE OBJECTS. HOPEFULLY YOU’LL GET YOUR OWN SOONER OR LATER, IF WE MAKE IT TO THE GUN SHOP WITHOUT HAVING OUR HINDQUARTERS VIGOROUSLY GNAWED UPON BY THE DROOLING MASSES OUT THERE.
CG: BUT I GUESS YOUR HINDQUARTERS WOULD BE OKAY, CONSIDERING THEY’RE METAL. WHATS THE STATUS ON YOUR STUPID ROBO-LEGS, ANYWAY? ARE THEY HOLDING UP OKAY? I DON’T WANT YOU TRIPPING ALL OVER YOURSELF WHILE WE’RE OUT RUNNING OUR ASSES OFF.
AT: tHEY CAN HOLD UP, i SUPPOSE,
AT: iT’S BETTER THAN BEING ON wHEELS, tHAT WOULD BE SLOWER i THINK,
CG: YEAH YEAH, JUST TRY NOT TO DAMAGE THEM, OKAY? WHO KNOWS WHEN WE’LL FIND EQUIUS. HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS THAT MECHANICAL SHIT.
CG: YOUR HELMET IS WAY TOO FUCKING BIG FOR YOU, CAN’T YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT? AND WHEN DID YOU GET THAT STUPID STICKER?
AT: iT SEEMS FINE TO ME, }:(
AT: oH, aND gAMZEE GAVE ME THE STICKER,
AT: hE SAID IT SUITED ME AND THAT IT WOULD, lIFT MY MOTHERFUCKING SPIRITS,
CG: STUPID FUCKING JUGGALO
CG: WHERE THE FUCK DID HE GO ANYWAY. I WONDER IF HE’S STILL IN THE-
AT: oH, tHAT CAN’T BE GOOD,
AT: wHAT IF,
AT: wHAT IF IT’S,
CG: HOLY FUCKING SHIT, OH MY GOD.
CG: STAY YOUR ASS HERE, I’LL GO CHECK IT OUT.