[Though Gamzee's eyes were closed, it heightened what little hearing he was allowed here. His elongated ears twitched with every new sound - the step of Richtofen's boots, the swipe of his hands across the surface of his gun, the heavy sound of the butt of said weapon against the floor, and the gigantic round barrel of it coming to rest on the side of a pew. Then, more footsteps. Towards him, this time. He sucked in a breath through his nose, lips mumbling silent prayers just as he'd promised.]
(...'til he motherfuckin' doused to be up and all bathed in such fucking wicked nectars what all be getting they flow on motherfuckin' so damn bounteously from they 24-ounce--) VIALS--!! HONK!!
[The last few words were practically kicked out of his mouth, as the sole of Richtofen's boot wrenched his jaw open and sent Gamzee's head flying into the side of the pew closest to him. He tongued the blood now dripping from his lower lip, and his expression changed to something a bit more familiar. A bit more sour.]
MOTHERFUCKER, A GANGSTA'S LIFE AIN'T A SHITTED TIT'S MUCH OF NOTHIN' TO BE WORTH FUCKIN' GETTING HIS MOTHER FUCKING PRAY ON FOR IN THIS SACRILEGIOUS DEATHSTALK.
[Gamzee snarled, a glob of saliva and blood shooting from his mouth. In an instant, he was on his feet again, snatching for Richtofen's lapels and attempting to flashstep with enough force to hurl the man at the altar a few feet away from them. If successful, he wasn't far behind with another attack.]
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(...'til he motherfuckin' doused to be up and all bathed in such fucking wicked nectars what all be getting they flow on motherfuckin' so damn bounteously from they 24-ounce--) VIALS--!! HONK!!
[The last few words were practically kicked out of his mouth, as the sole of Richtofen's boot wrenched his jaw open and sent Gamzee's head flying into the side of the pew closest to him. He tongued the blood now dripping from his lower lip, and his expression changed to something a bit more familiar. A bit more sour.]
MOTHERFUCKER, A GANGSTA'S LIFE AIN'T A SHITTED TIT'S MUCH OF NOTHIN' TO BE WORTH FUCKIN' GETTING HIS MOTHER FUCKING PRAY ON FOR IN THIS SACRILEGIOUS DEATHSTALK.
[Gamzee snarled, a glob of saliva and blood shooting from his mouth. In an instant, he was on his feet again, snatching for Richtofen's lapels and attempting to flashstep with enough force to hurl the man at the altar a few feet away from them. If successful, he wasn't far behind with another attack.]