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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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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. ]