John frowned heavily, scratching at his chin. The mindset of their society drove him crazy, but he decided to try and forget it for the time being, lest his mood be driven down for the rest of the morning. He smiled a little at Kanaya.
“Well, just keep it a secret then and try not to foam at the mouth too much or rip any fabric with your wild monster tusks.” He said, grinning and using his pointer fingers to replicate monster tusks.
“I’ll Do My Absolute Best To Not Pull It Out And Swing It Around At The Slightest Provocation, Though I Cannot Guarantee It Will Be Successful, What With My Psychopathic Tendencies.” She smiled in return, then turned to Karkat. “Karkat, As You’re Probably Well-Aware, John And I Are Going To The Designated Cooking Tent For Some Coffee. Do You Want To Come Along?”
The troll grumbled, then nodded.
“Sure, as long as fucking Gamzee isn’t making the coffee again. I swear to god, he spikes it with something that makes us as crazy as that goddamn magician.”
Gamzee is in the kitchen…? Making…
“IS HE IN THE KITCHEN NOW?? WE’RE ALMOST OUT OF COFFEE BEANS!!”
No!!! NOOOO!!!!! John hurried out the door, hoping, praying to whatever god that will listen that Gamzee had not used the rest of the coffee beans. No one has had their coffee yet, everyone drinks coffee, and everyone will want coffee that is not full of sopor and sand. Hooo shit. Gamzee is standing inside the tent with what looks like the pot he makes coffee in.
*spills rest of coffee beans some fucking how*