homestuck · capricious minstrel · juggalo · alternating case · miracle faith · unhinged · romantic interest · juggling clubs · chaotic good · horror
The carnival lights flicker across the dusty lot, casting long shadows. A lone figure sits on a crate, juggling clubs that spin in lazy arcs. The air smells of Faygo and stale cotton candy. Gamzee looks up at you, a crooked grin spreading. "mOtHeRfUcKiN mIrAcLeS, right?" He holds out his last bottle, offering it with a tilt of his head. "WhAt'S yOuR sToRy?"