on leaving sirenspull and looking at hollyheights

[plushrumpus]

alright.
you and me.
we gotta have a talk.
man to man.
or man to whatever.
puppet to mun how about that.
seems pretty fitting dont you think.
because theres a fuck of lot going on here and not a fuck of a lot of communication about it.
and im not sure i trust you to keep flying this thing solo.
so listen up champ because heres how it is.
you need to stop beating yourself up over this.
you know that right.
yeah sure its sad.
we left some people behind.
lil feathery bro is now minus one family member.
he might go back into mourning.
take a nasty fall down all this emotional trauma and end up with a bump on his head.
and by a bump on his head i mean developing a case of separation anxiety.
or maybe hell just resent me for accidentally ditching him a second time.
maybe he wont even care.
but no worries right.
it happens.
well just do it all over again because apparently this is how the afterlife works.
at that point you will just have to stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself for all these wasted opportunities and broken promises because its no ones goddamn fault but your own.
and we both keep suffering for it.
im only gonna say this once.
you made a grave mistake when you thought you could keep jerking me around.
if were gonna give this another shot you gotta step up your game.
or im done.

so.
are we doing this or not.
because honestly terrorizing stepford 2.0 with baby momma lalonde sounds like one of the better ideas youve had in a while.
and i am not passing up the opportunity to turn a gated community into the worlds largest bumper car arena.
you realize this right.
right.

Comments

[cosmompolitan]

A. Re. Bumpre cars: all hells to the yesesses.
B. Stridre
*Strider.
It's not yourf ault.
It's not the hot babe behnds yous fault
And no ectobaby of mine could evr resent you for naything
You always did what was best for youd kid
And he loves you for it.

[plushrumpus]

you sound awfully sure of that.

[cosmompolitan]

Because I know you.

[plushrumpus]

you also sound awfully sure of that.

[cosmompolitan]

Oh com off it, dear
Ive been where no womann's been with you before
And not just inbed
Yuor'e the only one who knows what ist like to be where weve been and do what we've done.
Not even Mr. Egbert really unerdstands.
So even if i was a milloin miles away
I know you.
Do you loev him?

[plushrumpus]

what do you think.

[cosmompolitan]

Then your'e doing the one right thing.

[plushrumpus]

guess thats all you can really try for right.

[cosmompolitan]

An dmaybe a ponny

[plushrumpus]

yeah see ive tried that one before.
but it was dead and our fridge really cant hold that much meat.
and live ponies cant really be butchered and stored away in the nooks and crannies of an apartment quite as well as dead ones.
so unless mini me has more mini horses i could borrow from him that might be a problem.

[cosmompolitan]

[cosmompolitan]

No.
Im takning custody

[plushrumpus]

hey i was just trying to feed me and my kid okay.
just turned nineteen and living on ramen and water and holy shit several hundred pounds of fresh meat just fucking fell out of the sky.
oh no it came from a cute pony.
guess i should throw it away.
starve myself even further cause im spending nearly every cent i have on diapers and baby food and all the shit an infant needs to grow up big and strong and capable of surviving the apocalypse or whatever the fuck id figured those cryptic fucking messages meant.
if i coulda given him a live pony it woulda happened in a heartbeat but sometimes shit like that just dont work out okay.

[cosmompolitan]

Im gtakng custondy of you too
*taking
You, me, ROse, and boht boys
And Mr. Egbert too and his boy
Hell Ill take Harley and his littel girl too. She's a swetth eart.
You'll all liven in my mansion
And eveyrons gets a pony
Except you.
You can beb the pony
*be

[plushrumpus]

kinky.
well shit i guess i cant turn down a deal like that can i.
better start packing for cold weather.
new york here we come.

[cosmompolitan]

Ill start packing out scarves
*picking
Everyone gest their own corlo
*color
Oh but thers two for oange, isntehere.
you'l jsut have to wear my colors, Striderrrier.
*Striderriere

[crowsicle]

im not mad

[plushrumpus]

well shit guess i lucked out huh.
who woulda thought a chump like me would end up with such an understanding kid.
no frustrations or grievances to air out.
no emotional baggage.
just pure unadulterated brobonding.
its a beautiful thing aint it.

[crowsicle]

i
yeah christ whod ever want anything else
coolest bros in all the planets left over from the veilpocalypse
move along kids nothing to see here
except fistbumps and being awesome
and like
raps
yeah

[plushrumpus]

yeah.

[Pretty much all he has to say on the matter.]

1/?

[crowsicle]

yeah

i said that already

[crowsicle]

ok look
i guess
itd be stupid to say i dont care
or that im not
sad i guess
like
i dunno did you ever get my nasty bird snot out of your shirt that time

[crowsicle]

but like

Done because I have to go to dinner

[crowsicle]

i dont know
its
im glad we went to dennys

okay /deadcat.jpg

[plushrumpus]

me too.

/yoyodeadcat.jpg

[crowsicle]

you know
the last thing i saw you do
back home
before everything
was slice a meteor the size of texas in half over our apartment
that was the image i had of you
for months

[plushrumpus]

well shit.
i hope that sticks cause i dont know when youre gonna get much better.

[crowsicle]

it was pretty cool

[Pretty much the coolest thing he'd ever seen.]

[plushrumpus]

damn right it was.

[crowsicle]

im going to be ok
ive got john to take care of
and like literally every chick in sirens port is up in my grill cooing over me and stroking my feathers and shit
they seriously cant get enough
so
just thanks for coming back
i can take it from here bro

oh cool I didn't get a notif for this 8|

[plushrumpus]

i know you can lil bro.
you got this.

[gunsling]

I cant imagine my strider will leave your avian bro high and dry.
He might be an insufferable prick most days but hes not a bad guy.
Sometimes.

Not here

[crowsicle]

[[Oh Ruru you have no idea.]]

Also not here

[gunsling]

[[How foreboding.]]

[plushrumpus]

nah.
i always knew hed be in good hands.

[gunsling]

Well hes certainly IN HANDS at least.
I wouldnt stretch it so far to say theyre very good ones.

[ Jake's a good best friend. ]

[plushrumpus]

no.
they are.

[The best best friend.]

[gunsling]

You have a lot of faith in yourself.
In a weirdly literal and yet metaphorical way of speaking.

[plushrumpus]

why wouldnt i.
im pretty much the shit in case you havent noticed.
if mini me can raise his damn self with nothing around him but birds and robots why the hell wouldnt you think he could keep tabs on a kid whos pretty much self sufficient already.

[gunsling]

Well raising yourself is one thing taking care of another life is an entirely different matter.

here have a 1920s human Gamzee

[bayou_miracles]

[Here Bro have someone with a very distinct Southern accent. The type you only hear in horrible movies about voodoo or spoken by men with very few teeth.]

Don't worry brother. Family can be a miraculous thing, I don't think he will hate you for being forced to leave.

[plushrumpus]

[Well that's a new one.]

You'd think.

[bayou_miracles]

So are you going to a new home Brother? Does your mun have somewhere picked out for you?

[plushrumpus]

Yeah, basically Leave It to Beaver with a 21st century makeover. Everything gets to be in color, and I'm pretty sure I could even end up sharing my 2.4 kids and dog and car and house with a white picket fence with another dude. Crazy, right?

[bayou_miracles]

[That just flew over his head like so many Frisbees thrown by uncoordinated children.]

Yeah uh...my mundane was goin' to suggest you give a look at the place I'm from. Nothin' too special I gather. Isn't too different from any other city in the 1920s.