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Characters: Gamzee Makara, Romeo, Ghirahim
Setting: Room 1-02
Format: Action
Summary: Three roommates who should never be roommates are having roommate-induced bonding experiences.
Warnings: Oh hell, who even knows, all of them!

[Gamzee Makara had never been the most observant troll. Today was not proving to be an exception. He was laying on his bed after finally finding his way back to room 1-02 - a room he'd only known was his because of the convenient name plaque located just beside the door. He had taken this moment to contemplate the significance of the cracks in the ceiling, or rather, the significance in the way they raced across the walls and snaked past each other over and over again. A tin of green slime rested on his stomach, out of which he took large fingerfuls, bringing them to his painted lips. He bobbed his feet to an imaginary rhythm, untied shoelaces hanging over the edge of the bed and across his shins.

He'd always been the only one in here. There were other names on the plaque, but he'd never known who they belonged to. When he woke up here, he was alone. Whenever he'd found his way back, he was alone. That was cool, though. He was all right with being alone, although it would be nice to have someone to shoot the shit with.

He began to hum to himself, intending to down the entire tin of slime quickly enough. In this zoned-out state, he wouldn't even be aware if he did have company.]

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[ .... SIGH.

Gamzee. Without another word, he just--teleports you across the room back to your own bed. Enjoy that. He's going to just... fix his hair AGAIN now... ]

I've no idea what you're expecting to find besides my hair, little troll, but I can tell you it isn't there. Also, please keep your hands away from my beautiful face.

[ Anyway. To Romeo? ]

Being good? That depends. Go on and ask someone what they think 'good' is; as I am sure you will find, no two people have the same opinion. This said, [ As he teleports his make up into his hands, now going to put on his purple eyeliner and lipstick... ] I believe good isn't something one needs to even bother with.

This aside, I am a demon. And a weapon, at that. My purpose is to kill, and I enjoy it. ... Ahhh, dying is rather inconvenient for my appearance... it will take me ages to get back to my beautiful, flawless self.

[Romeo frowned at Ghirahim when he teleported Gamzee away, at least it was only across the room and not to a scary floor. He frowned at his words though, since he wanted to believe Ghirahim was a good person, yet Ghirahim himself said that he wasn't. Maybe he was like Eridan and just wanted to not be good, but was actually good on the inside.]

But if you kill people it makes them sad, or it makes other people sad if it's in a place where you don't come back alive. It's not a very nice thing to do. [He had died as well? Well at least he knew what it felt like now. But changing the subject to something Romeo has been wondering for a long time, since they met]

Why do you put that on your face? You're not a noble lady, only noble ladies put paint on their face and comb their hair as much as you do.

[Being teleported across the room was just about the last thing he'd expected. Honks abound as he poofs over the bed and just... falls down onto it in horror. After a few moments of flipping out and squawking like a tool, he sits up, mouth agape in wonder. Not being fond of learning things the first thousand times they happened, he shot his ass back over to the boys so fast it made his head spin. Everything made his head spin.

Sliding up to Romeo's side now, brushing shoulders and arms with him and generally being very intrusive as they both stare at Ghirahim.]

Dope-ass motherfucker's got a wicked face to put all on, too!

[Just chinhandsing for fucking ever, peeking at the stuff Ghira had been putting on his face.]

You get your fuckin' see all on of them miracles too, my most hornless of bitches?

[ He doesn't care, tiny little boy. He'll just be applying his guyliner now. ]

Why should I care if someone is sad? That's just another useless, needless human out of my way.

[ ... Though he will pause midway in his eye shadow application to give Romeo a "wtf" stare. ]

Excuse me? Just because you've never heard of actually taking care of yourself does not mean I haven't. Appearance is everything, and even if I am always quite beautiful, it's important for one to take care of themselves.

[ Silly, silly boy. ... Actually looking at Gamzee-- ]

Though I AM beginning to wonder if either of you ever bathe or clean yourselves up. Your clothing is atrocious, both of you. Don't you have another pair of clothes?

[He... looks down at his shirt. It's a plain, black t-shirt probably three sizes too big for him. The only embellishment on it is an indigo Capricorn symbol on the chest. What more does a motherfucker need? Oh, there was also a pretty large hole right in the loop of the symbol from when his ancestor'd got a little irritated with him. Whoops, he didn't have another shirt. He'll just wear this ragged one forever. His pants, luckily, haven't gotten any "battle scars" thus far. But the fact that they were oversized, polka-dotted clown pants didn't really make up for the lack of holes.]

[He looks back up to Ghirahim, grinning widely.]

Nope!

[Romeo frowned but let it drop. At the question about his clothes though he blinked and looked at his clothes.

They hadn't been in the best condition before he had arived here, his trousers patched in several places and a little too short, his shirt filthy from soot and general grime. Now they were worse, the patches were lose, their were holes in his knees and elbows. The shirt couldn't even be described as off-white anymore and had several bloodstains, as did the coat.]

I have another shirt [Which was in just as bad a state as the one he is wearing.] And I wash my face every day! [Well most the time, when he isn't being eaten by monsters, or turned into a deer or forced to play games with demonic spirits]

[ He's hearing this, and his expression slowly dwindles into an utter look of shock and disdain until there is no happiness left.

When he is done applying his make-up, he snaps the lid of the container shut and jumps up, grabbing both Gamzee and Romeo by their arms. ]

You're getting cleaned up, and you are getting a change of clothing. This is a travesty. I cannot allow anyone staying with me to be living in such filth.

[ And it won't matter if you struggle, guys, because guess what? HE HAS AN IRON GRIP. Also, he is RIDICULOUSLY strong for someone so limber and skinny. ]

[If someone were standing outside their room, all they would hear would be various tones of alarmed honking, which is what was happening again after Ghirahim decided to drag the boys off to God knows where. Gamzee flailed about in the man's grip, stumbling over his untied shoelaces and the bottom of his pants, trying not to faceplant as he was dragged away.]

W-wait, hold it all the fuck up, motherfucker! A brother be to have his clean all on what's well fuckin' enough as it motherfuckin' is, yo!

[Eventually, bumbling backwards like this had him tripping over his self, falling over. He would have fallen to the ground, but his arm was still in Ghirahim's grasp, so he was just being dragged awkwardly across the floor.]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhonkhonkhonkhonkhonk!!!

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Ow let go of me sir! [Romeo struggled not liking that the demon had grabbed him, he struggled and kicked but was dragged out of the room regardless.]

I'm clean enough I don't need to be cleaner, and my clothes are fine sir, let me go!

[His eyes go wide as he sees Gamzee fall to the floor and start honking.] Please let us go! We will leave you alone I promise! [He struggled some more]

[ HE CAN TAKE THE ABUSE. HE DOESN'T CARE.

No amount of protest or frightened honking will be getting either of you out of this, Romeo, Gamzee. And when he arrives at his destination, he shoves the two of you inside the bathroom, which is fortunately empty, the exit is sealed off with magic. Enjoy that, he'll be waiting outside. ]

Absolutely not. I will amend this within a few moments, so I expect for you two to clean yourselves up while I am gone. And you are not leaving until this has happened, either.

[ ... And with that he just teleports away, off to go work on the aforementioned clothing issue. ENJOY THAT, GUYS. ]

[Whipping his head around, wide-eyed like a frightened animal. Slowly... slowly settling down after it goes quiet.]

He... all... locked us in the fuckin' ablution chamber.

[Romeo continued struggling until he was thrown into the bathroom. He glared at the sealed exit and threw himself against it a few times to no avail.]

I told you he was a bad demon! Don't worry I'll get us out of here, he can't tell us what to do! [He threw himself against the exit again. There was no way he was going anywhere near the showers, he had avoided them since he arrived not trusting them not to drown him.

It was the tower, worse things had happened and never seeing such strange things before Romeo had assumed it was another trick of the bad people.]

[ Keep on struggling, boys. He's not coming back.

In fact, he'll be downstairs sewing you some outfits. ]

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[Cue the confused tapping and experimental banging on the door. He's not so much frightened as curious, now.]

Why the motherfuck he all care so much 'bout us getting our clean on so bad? Ah, well, if he be gettin' his harsh on all crazy-like, might as well to be not making him any more like, fuckin' angry as he all be now.

[Turning to Romeo and giving him a big grin.]

[Romeo bashed against the door a few more times and blinked while he worked out what Gamzee was saying.] I don't know, he's not very nice! I don't know why we got to get clean! We're clean enough! [He nods though.]

I don't want to go in there though [He loved swimming but the showers were different, he wasn't sure that he wouldn't drown in there.]

[Gamzee follows Romeo's gaze to the shower, suddenly breaking into a hearty laugh.]

You 'fraid of the motherfuckin' ablution trap, dog?

[Romeo turned round indignantly.] I'm not a dog! [He scowled at the troll.] I'm not scared...

[But he didn't go anywhere near the... ablution trap... Gamzee had called it.]

[He nodded sagely, not listening to a word Romeo had said.]

Don't worry, motherfucker. Shit be all creepin' up on a brother with them water pellets all spewin' out of motherfucking control, but you all to be needing to taking a fuckin' step back.

[He puts his hands up and sweeps them back towards him, emphasizing the "step back". He then strides over to the shower, patting the wall beside it fondly.]

Once you got to be getting your understand on that the ablution be a rainy motherfuckin' miracle, 'fraid ain't somethin' you're all going to be being no more, brother.

[Suddenly unsure, staring up at the shower head.]

...This motherfucker still don't like 'em much, either.

[Romeo stared at him with wide eyes but nodded once, he followed him over, not quite understanding a word he said but he thought he was telling him not to be scared.]

It's just like being in the rain? [He grasped onto the little he had understood.]

You almost got that shit, little dude.

[He crosses the room again, back to Romeo, and throws a lanky arm around the boy's shoulder.]

'Cept a brother be able to ask of them miracle rain lords what's the most best-feeling feel of motherfuckin' drops he all wants to get his clean on up in. Then them mystical merciful motherfuckers be all spinnin' that shit to be like what you all wanting the warm or chilly. Whatever you got your fuckin' heart set on in is what's they'll give on to you, dog.

[He gestures to the shower head again with wide eyes, obviously believing every word he was saying.]

[Romeo's eyes widened more, and he nodded like he understood. Which he didn't, but Gamzee was making showers sound like magic and though Romeo still wasn't sure if he wanted to actually get in there, he was less scared as he had been.]

Really? So it's not cold like rain? [He stares at the shower in quiet amazement]

[He dug around in those deep, polka-dotted pockets of his, biting his tongue and staring up at the ceiling as he did so. After a moment, he grinned excitedly and pulled a clenched fist out, turning to Romeo.]

Yeahhhh, motherfucker! Lemme be all starting at to get a fuckin' demonstration on of these most liquidy of miracles!

[He throws whatever what was in his hand at the shower. Turns out it was a clump of glitter, which poofed all over the tub, all over Gamzee, and all over Romeo.]

Get your see on of this shit, motherfucker!

[He flicked the shower knob, sending hot water spraying in to the bath. He liked hot showers ok!]

[Romeo's eyes widened even more and he gasped as the glitter went all over him. Even though he was still a bit nervous Gamzee had made it sound like magic! And now it was all sparkly! ]

Is it really a miracle? It's all sparkly!

[He jumped though when the water started but deciding to be brave took a tentative step forward and reached out a hand to put under the shower.]

[Reaching out to grab Romeo's hand before he could get it under the flow of the water. Careful, dude!]

Whoaaa, bro, don't know how many little hot miracles they all were to motherfuckin' pack at this bitch yet. Gotta take this business in fuckin' serious or you all gonna be to like, burn the shit outta a motherfucker's limbs, yeah?

[He doesn't let go of the boy's arm, but turns and tentatively swipes his own hand in to the water. Okay it was fucking scalding, but it felt fine to him. Having a lower body temperature than Romeo would slightly fuck up their perception of the water temperature. This should be interesting.]

Okay, yeah, shit's motherfuckin' fine.

[Romeo's eyes widened as his hand was grabbed. He didn't want to burn himself! He watched as Gamzee tested the water, and nodded trusting him it was fine before sticking his own hand in.

He winced and looked over to Gamzee. It was so hot it was painful and though Romeo was used to climbing chimneys, it was even to hot for him. It hurt but he didn't wake out his hand because he didn't want to upset Gamzee.] Are you sure that's fine? It's really really hot. Is it supposed to hurt?

[He arched a brow, shoving his arm back under the water to make sure it hadn't gotten hotter in the last second or so. It hadn't.]

Uhhh, don't think it be all supposed to feeling not like, motherfuckin' magical to a brother or nothing...

[He fiddled with the temperature knobs, not really knowing what the fuck he was doing because whoops he didn't take showers all that often.]

I fuckin' think you're all supposed to be gettin' at these little dudes to make them miracles go the way you all be feeling them to be at, maybe.

[Romeo frowned and watched as he turned the taps, he had no idea how showers worked either. He put his hand under the water again.] Now it's cold. [That was okay though, cold water was fun to swim in so it should be fine for showering.]

[He scrunched his face. Cold water was only good for swimming. He tried taking cold showers once. Never again.]

Get a chill all going in a brother what's nothing to be motherfucking rivaled, that shit all will. Why don't a brother get to turning this shit til he find something he all is to be comfortable at, yeah?

[He raised his hands to the taps like they might bite him. He turned them carefully, a little at a time, sticking his hand under the water every time he turned them. Testing.]

How about now?

[He waved his hand under the water in a frenzy. It was too cold for his liking, but that didn't bother him all that much. It's not like he was going to enjoy this, anyway. Sigh. Showers were hard.]

Feel all okay to you, my brother?

[The warm water was strange but Romeo nodded once.] I guess so! [He's still not getting in though. Showers were weird.]

[Gamzee... stared. At him. Expectantly. Like fucking hell he was getting in there before he absolutely had to.]

Sooooooooo.

[He gestured to the running water.]

You all gotta be getting your ass in there, motherfucker.

[Romeo stared at the water suspiciously and then back at Gamzee. If his new friend thought it was okay then it should be fine. Carefully he put his hand under the water flow.

He took off his jacket but kept the rest of his clothes on. Took a deep breath (because you had to hold your breath under water) and stepped in, scrunching his eyes shut.]

[Did... humans have to keep their clothes on to wash...

He didn't. Know... He didn't know anything okay! What the fuck did Ghirahim expect him to do, taking care of this kid when he couldn't even take care of himself!? So he just lets Romeo go in that shower with his clothes on, watching as he gets soaked.

He winced. He hated these damn things! The devil! Everything opposite of miracles, they were!]

You all chill up in there, brother?

[Well this way your clothes got washed as well as you, so it was the best situation. At least Romeo thought so. At Gamzee's question he nodded, eyes still scrunched tight and still holding his breath.

He stepped out part way so he could breathe.] How long do I have to stay in here Gamzee?

[That was... pretty good logic. Gamzee would agree, if he'd been presented with it. For now, though, he just furrows his brow, confused.]

Uhhh... not entirely motherfucking sure, bro. 'Til you're all good and fuckin' clean, I'm to be gettin' my wicked guess on of!

Okay... [He ducks under the shower again, his eyes screwed up tight until he ran out of air again and stepped out.] I think I am clean...

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