Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock

[matini]

Who: Homestuck cast (sob too many to list)
Where: Somewhere in Goldenrod City that can handle all these chillens
When: Christmas Day
Summary: Christmas Shenanigans with any and all Homestucks!
Rating: C for Cute, M for the mouths of Striders because DANG, YOU GUYS. WASH YOUR MOUTHS.
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[blackestheart]

[Gamzee chuckles as he pulls away, licking his lips casually as he looks over at Rose. He is the smuggest son of a bitch right now.]

Hey sis. What's got your panties in a motherfucking twist? Just a little human tradition all going on here.

[tentacletrainer]

You know damn well whas wrong! Don' you try to pertend that you don't!

[[Hey there, bro. Gettin' right up in your grill.]]

I can see it on your fashe!

[blackestheart]

[He just raises a brow at her words. What the fuck is it with all the bitches around here getting drunk?]

There was a mistletoe and we got our mack on, don't see the motherfucking problem there. What, you wanna kiss too?

[tentacletrainer]

Hell fucking no I don't! You are the lasht person I'd kiss, tradition be damned!

[[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.

[blackestheart]

[He had been prepared for some sort of physical violence, anything like that he could handle easily. But the alcohol in his face catches him off guard and actually pisses him off more than a punch would have.

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.

[tentacletrainer]

[[Oh are there words biting at the back of her throat at that comment - at that word - but she's not drunk enough nor stupid enough to say them. She grits her teeth instead, snorting and balling her hands into fists. Her eyes narrow, glaring down her nose at him.

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.]]

[matini]

[And with that, Mom decides to break it up between these two. She gently takes Rose's arm and starts pulling her elsewhere.]

Well, it's been nice meeting you, Gamzee, but we'll take our leave. Merry Christmas.

[No fights on Christmas, chillens.]