towerofanimus | 007 ♑ [seventh honk]

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007 ♑ [seventh honk]

Characters: [OU] Gamzee Makara and you.
Setting: Floor 11
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match.
Summary: After going fucking nuts and slaughtering a few things, Gamzee has been pretty good about keeping himself out of trouble. With an ankle almost back to normal, he's checking out the wicked eleventh floor and trying to forget that his life sucks while simultaneously freezing his ass off.
Warnings: If the summary wasn't clue enough, profanity. Also other things idk it's Gamzee, come on.

[It was in these kinds of moments that Gamzee had been particularly grateful for his new duds. Kanaya, before departing the Tower, had presented him with a very generous new wardrobe - one better suited for the rapidly falling temperatures.]

[For being in the Tower for a length of time fast approaching nine months, Gamzee hadn't a single change of clothes up until now. As horrifying and possibly disgusting as it was, he still hadn't the mind to change out of them. Rather, he threw the jacket, hat and scarf on right over his marred shirt and dirty hair. Hygiene really wasn't at the top of his list of priorities.]

[What was at the top of that list, however, was inspecting the spray of the water that spilled from the ceiling of this level, and the many rainbows that bent and danced around him as a result. With a limp that refused to abandon his right foot after weeks and weeks of healing its broken ankle, the boy watched with bright, droopy eyes the colorful bands that spanned before them. An awed grin was in its early stages at the corners of his lips, dimpling his now-purple cheeks and leaving him with a slightly slack-jawed look of amusement that made it possible for a few puffs of visible breath to escape.]

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GAMZEE!

[ Karkat has to pull his hands back to cover his ears. and maybe shake a little. HONKS SCARE HIM. ARE YOU TRYING TO SCARE HIM SENSELESS NOW GAMZEE? IS THAT HOW YOUR PALE DIAMONDS ROLL? ]

[HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT, OKAY? Honks are a perfectly acceptable reaction to any and all stimuli, thank you very motherfucking much, Mr. Vantas.]

[With a final, screeching honk as he was scared even further by Karkat yelling his name, Gamzee tumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet in an attempt to get away. He didn't get very far, however, and only ended up stumbling a few steps before catching his balance and staring wide-eyed back at his moirail.]

Fuuuuuuuuck, brother! The fuck be up and fucking all biting at them nookwalls yours this most chilly of fuckin' evenings that made a bro get his illest of motherfucking scares on at another motherfucker!?

[ at this point, Karkat sighs. he drops to his knees and crawls back over to Gamzee. ]

You scared me. I mean you were staring at something then all the sudden there's some cacophony of honks.

Hahaha, that's 'cause you all fuckin' done to scare the wicked shit out of me, bro!

[He finds this far too amusing than he really should.]

Fuckin' miracle how all we be like, up and motherfucking able to be gettin' the noise to go all like that, ain't it, brother?

You're really going to talk to me about fucking miracles.

[ just going to sit by Gamzee and lean on him. ]

I was looking for you.

Fuck yeah I all am, my most motherfuckin' milky-pink of diamondbros. Just 'cause we ain't all at being in a place what we fuckin' have our familiars on with don't mean that them motherfuckers be existing any less than what they all fuckin' would normal-like, you fuckin' dig?

[He folded his legs up Indian-style, resting his arms on his knees before looking, a little surprised, in Karkat's direction.]

Whoa, you fuckin' were? Sorry, brother. Must have gone to let these rainbow bitches fucking steal up lots of motherfuckin' time before I all knew how much they be actually motherfucking taking.

[ no, he doesn't dig. he just rolls his eyes a little. Gamzee will always be Gamzee... and can't get off the slime or something to keep him doped, it seems. ]

It's fine. I ended up finding you anyway, right?

Would all seem like that motherfuckin' way to from where I'm all standing, bro.

[He chirps, suddenly looking confused.]

Uhh... that all to be motherfucking meaning what you all gotta go hide now and I all gotta be getting my search on for you?

[ Karkat gives Gamzee a bit of a hug and shakes his head. ]

We're not playing wiggler games. I actually need you to do something with me.

[But he wants to play wiggler games why the fuck are you such a killjoy, Karkat!?]

[Gamzee tilts his head away, allowing to him to be in such close proximity while still being able to look his moirail in the face and give him a stupid grin.]

Sure, best friend! What all can the motherfuckin' clown be up and doing for your ass?

[ they can play wiggler games after, okay?

Karkat just shakes his head, learning how to go about this from previous... you know. experience. ]

If I tell you, then it'd ruin the miracle. You just have to come with me.

[You dog, this was a wiggler game! Gamzee knew he could count on you, bro. Look at him, he's so fucking excited now he can barely sit still.]

Fuuuuck! Now you be spouting my most fuckin' favoritest of God damn noises, brother! Where you be leading be all at where this motherfucker follows!

[ yeah. this might be easier than he thought; playing it at this angle means that he can at least GET Gamzee to the bathing area, yeap.

but there's one more thing. ]

You have to close your eyes. Need to make sure you don't peek or shit like that or the noises you like so much will just disappear.

[Gamzee jumped to his feet at Karkat's words, slapping a hand over his eyes and stretching the other out to be led around with. He actually was playing a game with him! How the fuck long has he waited for Karkat to acquiesce to this!? Didn't matter, focus on the moment!!]

I ain't peeking, bro! Pinky motherfuckin' promises and fuckin' all that legit contractual hoity-toity hoofbeastshit!

[He waggled his extended pinky around, trying to find Karkat with it ~~and probably coming close to smacking him in the face with it~~ so he could show him how sincere he was.]

[ asdfasdfasd. well okay... no blindfold then. Karkat is going to trust Gamzee to keep those eyes hidden just like that.

and take the pinkie in his. ]

Okay, okay. I believe you. Just follow my instructions exactly, all right?

[ and he's just going to start leading Gamzee to his doom by that pinkie. ]

[Gamzee starts forward without any hesitation. Partially due to the fact that he was being led by his moirail, and partially due to the fact that he was trusting to a fault while high, he didn't have a lick of concern for anything he might stumble into or trip over while walking with his eyes shut. He wiggled his bony fingers against the side of his face excitedly.]

...We fuckin' there yet, best friend!?

Hold on, hold the fuck on. Geez, you'd think that today is your Wriggling Day or something.

[ which kind of makes it all the worse. Karkat feels bad, but Gamzee really kind of needs it? seriously needs it, is more like.

when they get to THE DOOR, Karkat pauses. now he has to get everything all set up. ]

Wait here and don't move. I have to make sure everything's good to go, all right?

IS IT!?

[He has to grab on to the side of his face to keep his hand from flying from his eyes in surprise at the revelation. He didn't really know when his wriggling day was so it could very well be today!!! WAS THIS A SURPRISE PARTY.]

I will be all motherfuckin' firmly taking the illest of roots in this very mother fucking spot, yo. Grubscouts fuckin' honor and all that.

[Like he was ever a Grubscout.]

How do I know? Honestly, I think you should just pick a day that isn't today and we can celebrate it.

[ because seriously. Karkat doesn't know. meanwhile, in the room he makes the preparations. like throw the little faucet thingie up for immediate shower. he sets the temperature to where he thinks it should be - shame it will start cold either way but it's not the temp that Gamzee will freak over.

he pushes the curtain aside, and steels himself for this. Karkat works off his sweater. removes shoes and socks. pants are staying on, but he knows he's going to get soaked either way. there's a squirt gun filled with sudsy water, in case he needs to administer the treatment that way.

but now... now comes the hard part. leading Gamzee blind into the actual shower. Karkat comes out to fetch him. first bringing the guy into the room, locking the door with a tiny little click. ]

Now comes the game. You can't move except for where I put your limbs. Keep your hand over your eyes!

[For the most part, Gamzee does as he's told, shifting from foot to foot rapidly outside of the shower room. It was lucky that Karkat had finished readying when he did, because Gamzee's hand was hovering dangerously close to the handle of the door when a sudden rush of air told him that it had been opened for him.]

[After he was ushered in, Gamzee's hand closed around Karkat's wrist for guidance, finding it lacking the usual fabric of his sleeve. Further wanderings proved Karkat to be bereft of one (1) sweater.]

Whoaaa, man... happened to your fuckin' shirt?

[The last time he was in the public bathrooms with company, a similar situation played out. He would rather not be presented with a bucket unexpectedly, this time around.]

I still have a shirt on, Gamzee. It's just a t-shirt. I was getting a little warm, all right. Now come on.

[ shh shh. Karkat will be as quiet as he can. get him into the stall. wraps arms around tight.

and then flip it on. ]

[Cue gargantuan flipout.]

[At first, it felt like they were stepping into some strange version of a transportalizer. Or maybe one of the human box lifts that he'd been forced into that took him down to the labyrinth. He wasn't afraid, this time, because Karkat had led him into this place, wherever it may have been, and not some feisty retrieval drone.]

[And he also had his arms around him, which was nice. He had no fucking clue what was going on, but it seemed to be pretty okay so far.]

[And then there was water. Out of nowhere. And Gamzee did a thing which could be best described as a full-body dry heave, using his uncharacteristic strength to wrestle his arms free of his moirail's grasp.]

[His hair was soaked his clothes were soaked he couldn't see there was water all over his face--]

[A honking chorus had started up again. Desperate, terrified honks only made louder by the cramped quarters. He flailed until he slipped, toppling halfway out of the shower stall and smacking his horns against the wall on his way to meet the floor in a wet, miserable heap.]

[ he had expected it, he really had. being slammed against the other side of the tiny stall had also been expected. feeling dizzy and seeing starts? check and check.

but Karkat's not giving up. pawing around, he can still feel Gamzee's ankle. sounds like there are distressed honks, but man he can't entirely concentrate on them. ]

Gamzee, come on. It's not going to hurt you. Fuck, I'm even here with you.

[ just crawling closer to his moirail and start rubbing his back. ]

Just do this for me, just once? All I'm asking for is one time without a damned fuss.

[The honks lowered in volume, but didn't subside, even as Gamzee calmed, turning to face Karkat with a face half-plastered with neon pink hair. He gave his best frown, clawing the bangs out of his eyes and fidgeting with the clothes stuck to his wire frame before just going still.]

[And staring.]

[For a few seconds.]

[Aaand then he shook like a wet dog, turning his head instantly into a spring-curled dandelion and coating everything in the bathroom with another layer of filthy water.]

[ and Karkat too. great. JUST GREAT. he turned his frown towards Gamzee, a little growl in his tone. ]

Goddamn it.

[ reaching to tug off Gamzee's shirt now. ]

Come on and let's just get this over with. I have a squirt gun full of soapy water if you continue to give me shit about this.

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