Mom Lalonde (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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route_10652012-12-22 12:31 pm
matini) wrote in route_10652012-12-22 12:31 pm
Entry tags:
- aradia megido | homestuck,
- bro strider | homestuck,
- dave strider | homestuck,
- gamzee makara | homestuck,
- jade harley | homestuck,
- jake english | homestuck,
- john egbert | homestuck,
- kanaya maryam | homestuck,
- karkat vantas | homestuck,
- mom lalonde | homestuck,
- rose lalonde | homestuck,
- vanitas | kingdom hearts
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[And he just points up to the mistletoe above her with a grin.]
Can't leave you hangin'.
I like how she basically does the same thing to Dave and now it's happening to her.
No, I suppose you can't. Tradition doesn't allow it. Though, I do hope you at least give me your name before we proceed with what's dictated through tradition.
What goes around comes around
Gamzee Makara.
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A pleasure. Mom Lalonde, or Ms. Lalonde if you prefer.
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Real motherfucking pleasure.
[Wow, suddenly his favorite word is mildly awkward when talking to someone who goes by Mom. Oh well.
Either way, the hand that's not holding hers goes behind her neck to pull her in for a kiss.]
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Mom is not sure how to respond to this, but okay, kissing is happening.
Mommy's kissing
Santajuggalos underneath the mistletoe?]no subject
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At least until she realizes he's not the age she thinks he is and then ohgod that's the time to hit the bar and drink to forget it ever happened.]
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Just give him a few more seconds, he doesn't quite feel like pulling away yet because teenager.]
1/idefk
drunktipsy, but she ain't getting caught under one (except she will be later but that's beside the point.)And at first she has to laugh (kind of this obvious almost obnoxious laugh) because she totes just thought she saw Gamzee mackin' on her mom. But hahahaha that's a silly notion, right? Beyond the fact that Gamzee is so gross, he's underage. Mom wouldn't do that!]]
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Except she is?]]
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Is kissing.
Gamzee.]]
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Gamzee is kissing her mom.
That's what's going on here.]]
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Marching right over there!!!!!!]]
Done
[[Oh has she got a cup full of something to spill on your face when you get away from her, Gamzee.]]
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Trolls are fucking lies.
Also, she's not going to ask. She's not even going to say anything. She's just. Pretty much going to watch and intervene if necessary.]
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Hey sis. What's got your panties in a motherfucking twist? Just a little human tradition all going on here.
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[[Hey there, bro. Gettin' right up in your grill.]]
I can see it on your fashe!
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There was a mistletoe and we got our mack on, don't see the motherfucking problem there. What, you wanna kiss too?
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[[And if to exemplify this, she goes through with what the narration promised a few comments ago, emptying the last half of her cup in his face, throwing the little paper cup at him afterward.
She means total business.]]
Stay. Away. From my mother.
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He growls and spits, making sure none of it gets in his mouth because he's seen what that fucking liquid does to people and he wants no part of that.
His fist is almost shaking when he brings the sleeve of his sweater up to wipe it off, barely pulling it away and seeing the white stark against the black and with every bit he has to wipe away his anger grows.
Gamzee kneels on the ground as the last of that stupid fucking alcohol is wiped off his face, and almost all of his facepaint gone with it.
No one sees him without his paint, no one. And yet here this bitch was ruining it over some stupid fucking kiss that wasn't even that good.
But this means he won. He motherfucking wins cause she lost it. That thought alone, along with a mental reminder that this fucking bitch is actually friends with his moirail is the only thing that stops his hand from going to the club on his belt. But he doesn't get up from the floor, indigo eyes glaring at her from over his arms that are wrapped around his knees and covering most of his face.]
You're a lucky motherfucking bitch. Lucky I can't lay a hand on you thanks to my palebro. You should motherfucking thank him when you motherfucking see him.
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There is a small part of her that wants to start shit. Push him a little, either physically or verbally, but damn the mention of Karkat reminds her that she shouldn't. There's that silent pact of 'you don't touch him, he won't touch you' and she should really abide by it.
If only for Karkat's sake.]]
Lucksh my department. And I don't need you telling me shomething like that for any reason. Because yur not that intimnidating and Karkat knows exactly how I feel about him. So fuck you.
[[...that made sense, right? She's pretty sure it did.]]
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Well, it's been nice meeting you, Gamzee, but we'll take our leave. Merry Christmas.
[No fights on Christmas, chillens.]