He proves uncooperative, so Hussie calls for Ms. Hussie tries to feed an inexplicably cyborg-ified, bed-ridden Spades Slick some fresh lususmilk.
It continues following the adventures of the pre-scratch kids and the remaining trolls one year into their three year journey.Ĭlick the " " to open the page from Homestuck. You just slam open the door, frown decorating your face.Act 6 Act 3: Nobles Act 6 Intermission 2, the second intermission in Act 6, is titled penis ouija. You just stand and stretch, making your way downstairs, still with a hot mess as an excuse for hair and disheveled ‘pj’.
Wasn’t that a knock? Was it? You hope no one was trying to mess with you because you didn’t had time for that. Is not like you really would be able to have any actual rest while being in this place. As you were doing right now, even if it was a light sleep. Which you’re more than thankful since you could finally take naps and sleep. That’s odd, everyone in your hive as been rather quiet lately. Oh well, at least you knew your way.Īfter a good, long stint of sprinting, you finally arrive at that familiar door and raise your fist to knock.ĭid something fell ? You are sure you just heard something in the distance. You just didn’t want to have to stop and put them on.
Well, at least that was preferable, though you did have some sunwalking clothes that would serve you for at least a little while. It was a long way to Lack’s house, and you had to make it there before the sun rose. Your nose was wrinkled slightly against the wind in your face as you ran. It was hard and long, the journey inland, but it was oh so very worth it. You’re actually tempted to scoop him up, though that’d probably make him all miffy and you don’t want to make him mad after you’d just gotten there. You know you might not be the most comfortable troll to hug, what with you being mostly muscle, but you don’t mind. And to top it you currently had no way to talk to her besides the small happy noises on the back of your throat. Actually, you weren’t in the troll level, you probably look like an animal. You probably look like a fucking grub but you don’t care, you even nuzzle her even if it hurt your neck thanks to your horns being in the way. You thinking pan has no time to process how and when and why, but your body has and suddenly you’re hugging her tightly.
You’re still gasping slightly, but your fins perk up when you see the grumpy face behind the door. Your face is flushed purple from all that running, but a toothy grin spreads across that as you see who opened the door.
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