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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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.

[The attempts to disrobe Gamzee's torso were met with tugs in the opposite direction, and groans of protest. Before long, however, the idea of not having a sticky shirt irritating the shit out of him was seeming like a pretty good one, and his gangly arms were thrown over his head to allow the garment to be pulled off.]

[He sat forward, hunched a bit, arms now as useless as bony noodles in his lap as he stared disdainfully at the still-pouring water.]

...S-Squirt gun!?

[He flashed a wicked grin. This wouldn't be so bad if he got to shoot things in the process.]

[ oh well. Karkat's ears perk at that grin. it's not... well it's not one of those dopey ones and Karkat swallows. this could be a bad idea. but then again if it helps Gamzee out. ]

You know we have this place to ourselves, right? I'll let you have it on the condition you go back into the stall. You can shoot me all you want.

Ain't much motherfuckin' fun to get at pickin' off palebros if they fuckin' all gon' be in a mother fucking barrel like what's you fuckin' all be proposing at me, bro.

[He rested a cheek in his hand, smile turning a little sleepy as he flicked the other boy's knee affectionately.]

Think you be might having to all get some aggression yours out on a motherfucker for your own.

[ Karkat taps at his chin. well... ]

Tag? If you get hit, then you have to jump in the stall and hand the gun over?

[He clicks his tongue.]

Seems all what you be gettin' a pretty unfair motherfucking handicap, my brother. What you gotta do if you get a soapy load upside the noggin comin' from what's my end all is?

Well, aside from letting you go. What would you want me to do?

[A good question. One Gamzee certainly didn't give proper thought to before blurting out the first thing that game to his mind.]

Play a fuckin' game with me.

[ way to pluck at his heart. Karkat reaches forward to give Gamzee a hug. ]

Dumbass. 'Course I will.

[ shhh. he's smiling. but no one has to see that. ]

[As his arms tightened around Karkat's back, he briefly ran over a scenario in his head. He knew he was strong enough to lift the boy, but taking him to the door, trying to figure out the lock, and escaping the bathroom before Karkat had the chance to know what was happening was pretty unlikely. He cursed internally. There was no way he was going to get out of here unless he won this thing, and with his guts and brains all dripping with the toxin sacrilege, he didn't have much faith in himself in that regard, either.]

Any motherfucking game I want?

When we're done, yeah.

[ because he isn't going to let Gamzee out of this one. ]

Every time you get a "tag" is a time I'm all yours to play a game.

[The smile on his face was almost juvenile. From his point in time, it was like yanking fangs to get Karkat to do anything with him. If the only way he was going to get Karkat to play with him was by choosing it as a punishment, it was all the same to him!]

Deal, motherfucker.

[He let his comrade go, kicking off of the ground and flipping himself up and backwards on to his feet again. With narrowed eyes and a playful tone, he made a grabbing motion for the gun Karkat had promised earlier.]

This mother fucking ablution chamber ain't much fuckin' sizable enough to all be housing the both of us, yo.

[ yeah. honestly? Karkat could've played with Gamzee after all of this anyway. to make up for all of this.

Karkat ruffles Gamzee's hair and leans back. ]

We turn all of them on. Use the open space.

A-fuckin'-greed is me all up and to them motherfucking stipulations yours, my most tiniest of duel-dudes.

[Gamzee moves to the other stalls, reaching gingerly in to flip the shower on before retracting his hand away from the imminent spray of the water. He'll begin to work his way down until all of them are going at full blast.]

Still waitin' on my motherfucking firearm, bro.

[ meanwhile Karkat fetches the squirt gun ( more like super soaker but hey ). he tosses it to Gamzee. ]

Ready when you are.

[The adrenaline beginning to course through him had its much-desired edge softened by the sopor. Running his eyes and hands over the gun he was given gave him a basic idea of its operation - enough to feel fairly confident handling it in such a high-stakes game, at least. He pointed the gun at the floor and tried the trigger.]

[Nothing. He pumped the pump a few times to refill the chamber, then tried again.]

[Nothing.]

Bro, I think mine's broke.

Oh my god.

[ and that means Karkat is strolling closer, to see what's up with that gun. ]

[And Gamzee will keep that perplexed pout on his face long enough for Karkat to get in range.]

I wanna play Truth or Dare.

[He'll get an over-pumped shot right to the chest. Being at such close range and in a prime position for rebuttal was worth it if he got to get at least one game in. If Karkat hadn't pumped his gun yet, though, it would give Gamzee enough time to flashstep (as best he could under the slime) to a safe enough distance to take cover.]]

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