towerofanimus | 004 ♑ [fourth honk]

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004 ♑ [fourth honk]

Characters: Gamzee and you!
Setting: First-floor hallway, a few days post-Labyrinth.
Format: Action.
Summary: Gamzee has been a bad, bad alien. In the wake of his murder spree and after being revenge-fed to a gigantic spider, he's pretty whacked out. Time for some angst and nerves and possibly drugs. Oh, and Faygo Play-Doh. COME PLAY!
Warnings: Angst, talk of murder, drugs, Gamzee's mouth. And Play-Doh because I like saying Play-Doh.

[Gamzee Makara was, surprisingly, Not Happy. Well, "surprisingly", because there was never a time prior where the gangly thing wasn't beaming from sponge clot to sponge clot, flitting about like gravity was simply an option undeserving of his attentions.

"Unsurprisingly", because there really wouldn't be any other emotion left to have in response to cracking under stress and withdrawal, gruesomely murdering your friends, and finally getting mangled up on the end of a trident with a prong through your head. All on display for the entire Tower to see! So, the friends that had managed to escape his homicidal rampage were probably just as afraid of him as the ones who weren't as lucky.

Not to mention, after all was said and done, Gamzee had been thoroughly thrashed into submission by his roommates after awakening in a rampage. Shortly after that, as payback from one of the not-friends he'd ended up offing, he'd been manipul8ed, knocked out, and woken up only to find himself being eaten alive by a spider.

He was not having a very good perigree.

However! Being infinitely taxed and possibly having a taste or three of sopor since waking ~~again~~ from his death had left him not completely miserable (if only because he was too exhausted and high to be miserable, but, details.)

He'd managed to drag himself out to the hallway on the first floor, not being able to get much farther than that after being a recluse for a good portion of the day. When it came down to it, he really wasn't quite sure if he'd wanted to isolate himself, or desperately seek the attention of the rest of the Tower. The indecision was eating him up, so he'd decided to scoot up against one of the walls, pie in his lap, and a few plastic containers at his side. These the Tower had granted him for participating in the experiment - assorted colors of Faygo Play-Doh. He'd recognized them from his hive (which had been destroyed long ago, but one learned quickly never to question the Tower, and he was particularly good at that part!)

After another swallow of slime, a familiar haze began to fall over him, leaving him teetering on the edge of lucidity. In this state, tired and useless, he popped the lids off of the containers and began squishing the putty between his bony fingers, immersing himself in the motions which effectively distracted him from everything else going on inside his think pan.]

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Nah, but I feel a kid should walk around on his own feet. Got more pride that way.

[He's not averse to shoulder to shoulder though, buddies got to hold each other up, you know?]

Pinkerizing time.

[A sidelong smirk.]

What about brothers that ain't all havin' the motherfuckin' luxury all of utilizing them legs of theirs, hmm?

[Okay. He'll bite]

The hell's wrong with your legs?

[He laughed heartily, waving a dismissive hand.]

Naw, ain't motherfuckin' nothin' to being all up and wrong with this dude's walkstubs, yo. Well, 'side the fuckin' fact they all don't want to be playing all motherfuckin' nice right the fuck about what's now.

Got a good bro of mine who's all not to being able to get his walk on for a long time. 'Cept, uh... guess one of my other bros went to make that motherfucker the most bitchtits pair of fuckin' robolegs any brother was all to get his see on of! Fuckin' miracle them all were to be, for fuckin' sure.

[And he was rambling again! Yeah!]

[Just... shaking his head right now, and yes, he's carrying you Gamzee. To the bathroom. Where he sits your ass down on a bench.]

[Aw, bro, you didn't have to do that! But like hell if he wasn't having fun the entire way there. Free piggyback rides yeah!!! That was cool as hell - he was still a thirteen-year-old kid, after all.]

Shit, thanks, motherfucker! What we all gotta get at doin' now to make me get my motherfuckin' cotton candy all on?

[Opening the package, he pulled out the bottle of dye, the chemicals for mixing, plus the hair lightener that came with it.]

Got to lighten up that mess of dark, first, then the pink'll go in. Duck your head in the shower, cuz it's got to be wet for this.

[HALT. HALTING. Back up a second, bro.]

Whoaaa, what...? You ain't never said no motherfuckin' thing all about gettin' weird and splashy on a motherfucker.

[Just staring at him.]

Yeah I did. While ago. Remember?

[HE'S TURNING THE SHOWER ON, BRO.]

[OH GOD NOT THE SHOWER. Gamzee is currently torn between following through on his plans with a friend, or turning tail and hoofing it as far away from this ablution chamber as possible.]

[He swallows hard. Going to try to attempt the former.]

Uhh... urgh, okay...

[More awkward hemming and hawing and squirming.]

[Hurf. Reno grabs a bucket- every bathroom should have a bucket- and fills it up.

Have a bucket of water on your hair, Gamz.]

There ya go.

[He may be laughing now]

[HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKBALLS.]

[SENSORY OVERLOAD BSOD.]

[WHAT JUST HAPPENED OH MY GOD.]

[As soon as Reno pulled that bucket out oh-so-casually, Gamzee went rigid and wide-eyed - a look entirely too out of the ordinary for him.]

Whu- u- uh, b--

[Oh my God he was coming towards him with the bucket it was already full what the hell was inside of it - never mind, he didn't want to know the answer to that. The words were getting all stopped up in his throat and he just... couldn't... stop... staring at the damn thing!!!]

Wh...at are- oh- motherfuck!!!

[HOLY SHIT HE DUMPED IT ON HIS HEAD WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON THIS IS THE MOST OBSCENE THING THAT'S EVER FUCKING HAPPENED TO HIM.]

[Poor, poor Reno. Please excuse the severe cultural misunderstanding as Gamzee claps his hands over his mouth, drawing all of his limbs up into himself out of sheer humiliation. There was only water in the bucket, however, and his bugged-out eyes popped from under the hair that had been flattened down over his face.]

[Just. Staring at Gamzee.

Then looks at the bucket.

Then looks at Gamzee.]

....The hell's wrong with you?

[Out of his element. Sooo far out of his element and if the paint was running off of his face any faster, the skin underneath would be a bright purple. Stay calm, stay cool, it's fine, it's chill...]

[So not chill. So far away from chill.]

Y...uh, uh- You. D-dumped a... motherfucking... [Hrghgh, God so embarrassing.] ...bucket... up on my fuckin' head, bro.

[Just sits there, pretty sure his face is going to burn right off.]

[Again, staring at the bucket.

Then back at Gamzee.]

....yeah? So the hell what? It's just water.

[And then the bucket disappears, kicked into a toilet stall]

[Oh, thank fuck it was only water in there. Those big hands of his slide from his mouth up to cover his whole face, parting a few fingers to peek through as he laughed into his palm. His face was now almost completely purple.]

Gotta fuckin' say I ain't all one who was peggin' you for a brother who got the motherfucking shame globes to pull the noise like what's you all did.

[Fuck, he could appreciate a good joke, he really could! He was just not even prepared for one that lewd. Gamzee took a breath. Well, here came the awkward part.]

But, uh... I mean, uh. You be like, a dope motherfuckin' bro of mine, don't go gettin' this motherfucker all wrong or nothing. But, like... ain't you thinkin' we all should... be, like... uh... kickin' it just a few more motherfuckin' times? ...Before doing the shit... that way?

Gamzee, usually I can get what you're sayin', but this time you lost me.

[Pause.

Wait.

Was he talking about-

Nah, couldn't be.

Or maybe it was. Different worlds and all.

This has suddenly turned awkward.]

Do what... what way?

[The look on Reno's face is priceless; a cross between confusion, cluelessness, and slight irritation. Please be something that's not what he's thinking. Please.]

UH.

[Gamzee slooowly pulls his hands off of his face, burning like a purple motherfucking sun of mortification. He stares at Reno, sopping wet, mouth half-open in utter bewilderment and embarrassment.]

Y-you, uh. It. [...] Like, motherfuckin'... pailing. And stuff!

[Oh my God he was two seconds away from flipping out of this bathroom in a burst of fiery shame.]

[Okay. Embarrassed is one flavor he had never seen on Gamzee before. Must be... that thing.]

...pailing? You mean like sex?

[Hold it. Hold. Little bit more.]

[Brb laughing his head off.]

You got to be kidding me. Just needed to get your hair wet. Now, hold still.

[Grabbing hair now, getting it nice and wet.]

[OH MY GOD YES HE MEANS LIKE SEX. He's thirteen okay he can't just outright say it who even does that!!! Holy fuck and now he was laughing this was so fucking embarrassing he wanted to melt right into the God damn floor.]

...The fuck you have to all go to use a motherfucking bucket for, then!?

[Gamzee lets Reno grab hold of his hair. His mind is a little preoccupied at the moment to have any qualms about that. He has to swallow all of his shame because if Reno can talk about it then so the fuck could he, dammit. Grow a pair, Makara! Come on, now, be a man!]

...Where you even fuckin' get that from, yo? Is it... yours...?

No, it was here.

[He is still snickering, though he still isn't quite sure what the fuss is about.]

The hell's the problem with a bucket? Ya put water in it and carry it around.

[There goes the lightening agent in Gamzee's hair. And Reno is just massaging it the hell in.]

[Okay he doesn't mean to be weird or anything but you're sending PRETTY MIXED SIGNALS with all the buckets and the head touching and... and, this would have been so much more normal if there wasn't a fucking pail in the room. He didn't even want to think about it anymore but he couldn't stop staring at the damn thing because it was still visible through the gap between the stall and the floor. It was on its side, for Christ's sake! He could see the lip and handle and everything.]

Bro! That shit could be like, anyone's. Maybe a motherfucker be gettin' his business all on with a bitch, grabbin' the fuck around for a bucket that ain't mother fucking there!

[Clearly Reno did not understand the gravity of the situation!]

Gamzee, it's just a bucket. Someone probably left it up here after cleanin' up the floor.

[It was the guy's bathroom, and some of the people in the tower werent' exactly human.]

I saw a mop in the other stall. Place gets kinda grody in here, y'know?

[Cleaning... up the floor... gets grody in here... left a bucket behind...]

[Yeah, he got the picture. He got it loud and motherfucking clear, but it probably was not the picture that Reno had intended to paint with his explanation. Regardless, Gamzee pulled another surprised face, followed by a honk.]

That what people use this fuckin' place for!?

[He pauses in the hair stuff.]

...you ever hear about moppin' a floor? Like cleaning it?

[Wow Gamzee how weird are you?]

Clean, like it's got no dirt around.

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