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towerofanimus2012-11-07 10:28 pm
hystericull) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-07 10:28 pm
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.]
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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[That was what separated Tavros from everyone else. That was what made the boy so special and dear to him. Even if he knew Gamzee would be okay with it, he still wanted to apologize. Still wanted to let him know that he didn't mean to hurt his feelings. While Gamzee found it easy to let slide a bunch of derogatory, hurtful things that always seemed to fly his way, he always found it so perplexing that Tavros would make the extra effort to right his wrongs - when Tavros' wrongs were hardly anything to get upset about to begin with. If he kept thinking about it, he'd swoon himself into the ground.]
[At Tavros' second comment, he let a laugh through his lips before there was a chance to stop it. If he looked good now, he didn't want to imagine what he must have looked like before. His eyes still had bags under them, and he still hadn't been eating - but it was true that he'd gotten a lot more rest than he had been previously, and everything could be considered marginally less shitty than it had been, as well.]
[Gamzee let his hands fall to Tavros' biceps, giving them an affectionate squeeze.]
...Thanks, motherfucker. Slime seems to all be helpin' me feel back like I ain't draggin' around with no motherfuckin' stitches to keep me together, you know? So, that be a good motherfucking thing in my fuckin' book, probably.
But,
[Mid-sentence, he pulled Tavros in, wrapping his arms around his torso and fitting his face in what was soon becoming one of his favorite places - the fuzzy tufts of hair where bull horn met Tav head. He finished his sentence with his face buried.]
'nough of fuckin' that boring noise. How the fuck are you doing, bro?
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Just, uh, be careful. Okay?
[ He was better, but Gamzee still had a long way to go before recovering fully, but it was always a good sign to see progress instead of further downfall. The lowblood decided to think positive, and right now? He was drowning in all kinds of happy thoughts.
It was a nice habit between them, and he loved it whenever he felt Gamzee's cool skin caress the surface of his horns this way. It brought a very odd, yet soothing sensation that Tavros found himself slowly growing attached to. He let out a content sigh as he guided his hands up and between them, fingers toying with the fabric of Gamzee's scarf. ]
In all honesty, bro? I'm doing okay. A little better than before. I'm not sure whether I stopped caring or I'm used to this place, but it's okay! Haha.
[ He shrugs slowly, trying to keep himself distracted with the conversation, because dear god if he didn't- he'll just get all flustered and act weird again. ]
Uh. There's a human version of yourself in the tower, by the way. [ Tavros smirks slightly, releasing the scarf, and then he settles with having his hands pressed against the highblood's chest. ] It was pretty weird, but in a good way.
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Yeah, that's all fuckin' what seems to be the norm of, like, motherfuckin' dealing with bein' holed all the fuck up at this joint. Least from fuckin' what I all seen.
[Tavros was playing with his scarf and touching his chest, and Gamzee angled his face just a little so his nose pressed against the horn in front of him, and he got at least a little bit of a view of the boy's face.]
[They knew they both cared for one another, so this wasn't too awkward, right? They were allowed to hug for a little longer than normal, right? Fuck it if they weren't, he didn't care, he was gonna do it anyway.]
Mmmhm.
[His fingers wrapped themselves around Tavros' shoulders loosely, curling and uncurling unconsciously as he let out a breath.]
Had some fuckin' multitudes of feelings grabbin' up at my motherfucking pan about that motherfucker. Some of the time we all can kick it like the fuckin' illest of bros, other times I get to wanting to kick the motherfucker's ass.
[The sopor didn't let him get too angry, dwelling on his other self. He smiled against Tavros' ear.]
You meet him?
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He smiled to himself, though. It's just ... he never felt this way toward anyone, and for some reason he was happy that he was being this pathetic for Gamzee, of all people.
He was worth all this trouble, really. ]
... Yeah! I met him not too long ago. It was- uh, wait ...
[ He shifted a little, squeezing his eyes shut in hope of regaining some of his fous back while trying to ignore that Gamzee is practically breathing against his ear at this point. ]
Oh yeah! You know, during the last experiment? I didn't recognize him at first, but ... yeah. That's how we met.
[ He laughed a little, lifting his head slightly to look up at Gamzee, but it is nearly impossible without pulling away, so he returns staring at the collar of his jacket again. Maybe adjusting it a little while he's at it. ]
He was nice, though. He didn't kill me so that was really ... nice of him. Heh.
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[Gamzee laughed, relieved that his human self apparently didn't have the same crippling temper that he had discovered himself to possess recently. It could be the same, though, he didn't want to take any chances with that, yet. The concern was lost almost immediately as Tavros began fiddling with the collar of his jacket, warm fingers brushing against the skin his scarf had left exposed.]
If he's me. Which... he is. Probably. Not rightly sure fucking all how the shit like that's be working.
[He took Tavros' shifting as a sign to let go, even though it was probably the last thing he wanted to do. Unwrapping his arms from around those shoulders, he rubbed his hands together, trying to replace the warmth he'd just lost. Should have asked for a pair of mittens with this ensemble.]
Ain't it fuckin' pretty up here, brother? This motherfucker ain't never got his see on of what's this floor all before.
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He was more than happy to even demonstrate as he reached out to capture Gamzee's hands between his own, squeezing them together before giving them a small rub; warming them up pretty fast. ]
I've never been on this floor before. It is, indeed, beautiful. [ One final rub and then he let go of Gamzee completely, turning to his side. ]
We could go for a walk if you want, or just sit somewhere? Whatever you like, bro.
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[Gamzee had never actually entertained the thought of having options on this floor. Or, anywhere for that matter. He always ended up parking himself in one area and staring around for hours on end, the slime inhibiting any motivation to explore further.]
[A walk did sound nice, though. It would give him more of a chance to exercise his still-healing foot.]
Fuuuck, maybe if we fuckin' all get our moves on, we might all be motherfucking able to check out some more freaky sparkly rainbow dudes!
[His eyes lit up, apparently having never considered moving around before.]
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Honestly, Gamzee is adorable in the strangest ways. ]
Haha, yeah bro! I bet we can find a bigger rainbow, too. But- we should be careful!
[ In other words: don't get too excited and run off on him. Though, he doubts that could happen considering his injury, but Gamzee had his moments. Tavros shrugs it off, and then ( not as subtle as planned ) he slides closer to the highblood's side as they started their little walk. ]
Let a brother know if your ankle starts hurting and stuff, yeah?
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[His eyes widened further at the prospect of an even bigger rainbow, and, tucking his arm into the crook of Tavros' elbow, he started forward at an alarming speed, hopefully not knocking the other boy off of his feet.]
Ain't no motherfuckin' bitch of a bum foot be tellin' me what I ain't allowed to see no more miracles, motherfucker!
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Not his idea of a romantic walk, but okay. ]
Gamz-
[ Shit. Almost lost his balance here, but he collects himself again. ] Gamzee? Hi. Uh ... maybe we should, you know, slow down a little? It would be really nice if you, um, stopped dragging my body around like this? Maybe?
[ Man, fuck this. He couldn't compete against rainbows anyway. ]
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[The deer-in-the-headlights look was not a new expression for him by any means, but he was a little startled by Tavros' sudden protests.]
Fuck, hahaha! Sorry, bro. Got the excitements all skittering them fuckin' selves up and over my bones like little creepy crawlies thinkin' on this miraculous motherfuckin' noise.
[He laughed sheepishly, giving Tavros' arm an apologetic squeeze.]
Guess we ain't in no hurry, yeah?
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[ Honestly, he wouldn't mind going on a wild run with the highblood, but ... with his ridiculous strength and the grasp he had around his arm, Tavros was confident that he'd be returning to his hive with a broken limb. So, really, that's his main excuse for being a party pooper.
Content now, the lowblood freed himself and settled with curling their fingers together instead, swinging their arms back and forth. ]
Okay. You are officially free to run wild, my friend. I can totally catch up with you like this! Heh.
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[He grinned, running his mouth until Tavros held his hand (
held his hand held his hand HELD HIS HAND) at which point his words got all jumbled and he was immediately derailed from his train of thought.]I-- really!? Fuckin' legit as tits, motherfucker! Let's roll on this fuckin' bitch like a one-wheel device what all went to have its pedals blown the fuck right off!
[He honked a few times, bouncing on his heels and taking off again towards the nearest rainbow.]
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It took him all the way back, before coming to this tower, dying and even being crippled by Vriska. Perhaps when they were sweeps younger and little discoveries such as rainbows were the highlight of their motherfucking day! To think about it, even after all this shit, Gamzee still found happiness in the smallest things.
It made him smile ... knowing that Gamzee hasn't lost that special trait in him. ]
Oh, look at that one, bro!
[ He points forward, lips curling into a wide grin. ]
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Hoooooooooly fuuuuuuuuuuck...!
[Gamzee's grin still split his face, even though he was panting and raspy and severely short of breath. Being so malnourished hadn't done him any favors in the fitness department, but he didn't seem to pay it any mind.]
[What was preoccupying him the most at this current point in time was how one of his hands was much, much warmer than the other. How when they stopped running, when Tavros had no need to keep hanging on to him, their hands didn't let go of each other. It was overwhelming the excitement that he once had for this band of color that now sat in front of their faces, although he didn't show it too much. While his eyes fixated on the rainbow, the heavy breaths he was taking as a result of their impromptu sprint caused his fingers to flex and slide against the ones he held, and the brief sensation of contact threatened to make his blood pusher leap right out of his throat.]
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Pretty cool, huh?
[ His voice is still hoarse and heavy, but he seemed to be settling down a lot faster than the highblood. He held into that hand as long as he could, occasionally giving it an affectionate squeeze but keeping it gentle in case Gamzee felt like pulling away. It's not that he wants him to break it off, but- he knew it was a matter of time. He's fine with it, Tavros will be thankful for anything he can get out of Gamzee like a pathetic lovestruck puppy.
But, really.
Is it so bad to, you know, be a little forward? Just a little? I mean ... What's the worst that could happen? It would be Gamzee rejecting his advances, but that's not so horrible. Awkward, yes, but not something as awful as having your horns ripped out your head and pierced through your chest! He's been through worst situations and survived! So, he can do this!
Yessssss!! He's going to do this shit-
-over the network.
Yes, he'll just text him for make-outs like Gamzee did back home. Y u p. Okay cool.
Now, back to admiring the rainbow silently. ]