==>HEAD TO THE BRIDGE.
Youâve never been aboard the bad ship Mindfang before. Appreciated it, yeah, Vriska may be a loose cannon but sheâs your rebellionâs loose cannon and good loose cannons are hard to find. But the Mindfang is an overclocked shit midden. You are content that you can run away from trouble when trouble finds you, but youâre not content that this garbage sarcophagus has more than a one-star rating for Ship To Not Explode.
Your shame glands are pumping unmercifully as your moirail carries you from the medblock. Look at him. Heâs unnecessarily pacified. Everyone will be able to tell! Youâre glad that there are no members of the crew around to look at you and know you for a gigantic pale ho-bag, but also disappointment that nobody is viewing you in your moment of conciliatory virility knowing you for what you are, which is a gigantic pale ho-bag. You catch yourself halfway wanting Nepeta before your common sense reconnects.
The Mindfang is dark and very cold. Gamzeeâs arms are thin and bony and warm. Youâre still disoriented and half your skull is numb, and youâve forgotten something. Someone? Misalignment nagging at your hindbrain. Something you need and you donât have --
You get distracted by your fucking underwear.
NICE GRUDS, NERD!!










