Equius Zahhak. What have you gotten yourself into this time? Surely when you decided to give Makaras a chance again, you didn’t think this would be one of the things that would be happening. What is happening? You have fabricated thousands of unique and interesting balls for Gamzee’s inflatable ball pit. You’ve been holding onto them for a while now, sadly unable to make the appointment until recently. Finally, you could get these things out of your lab.
Equius knocks on the door of the hive to which the coordinates lead him, musing on the last time he was over. To paint, to chat. The odd cage in the corner, and all the pleasant lights.
A message, for good measure:
CT: D --> I have arrived















