007 ♑ [seventh honk]

[hystericull]

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.]

Comments

[hystericull]

[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?

[papshooshing]

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

[hystericull]

[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.

[papshooshing]

[ 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. ]

[hystericull]

[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?

[papshooshing]

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.

[hystericull]

[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.

[papshooshing]

[ 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.

[hystericull]

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.

[papshooshing]

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

Ready when you are.

[hystericull]

[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.

[papshooshing]

Oh my god.

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

[hystericull]

[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.]]

[papshooshing]

Oh you son of a...

[ which means Karkat is yanking that weapon out of Gamzee's hands and giving it a quick pump to fire back. ]

THAT'S FUCKING DIRTY!

[hystericull]

Ain't locked all in here for bein' motherfuckin' clean, bro!

[He called as he tore off, steam from the piping hot showers forming condensation on the tile floor. He almost lost his footing several times - one time resulting in a foot popping out of one of his perpetually-untied sneakers. The other was kicked off desperately afterwards. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea - his traction was significantly reduced as a result. He stopped running, only to slide on his heels the rest of the way across the bathroom and slam face-first into the wall.]

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat just watches, shaking his head. guess who kept his socks on? with that Karkat slides against the titles. WITHOUT SLIPPING.

good thing that Gamzee has hit the wall. so he can catch up quickly enough.

and hit Gamzee in the back with the gun. ]

[hystericull]

HONK!!!

[FUCK, that water was fucking cold on his bare skin!!! The shock of it sent him leaping off of the wall, the dawning realization of what that shot just meant washing over him. When his feet hit the ground again, he took off running for the door, sliding awkwardly with each step and grabbing for anything nearby to keep him from breaking his face as he tried to make it across the bathroom before he was caught.]

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat just waits, pumping the gun. ]

Failure to comply, Gamzee, means that I don't play Truth or Dare.

[ he's ready to aim and fire again. ]

[hystericull]

[SO CRUEL. The words make him halt in the middle of his escape, however. Gamzee scoots himself behind the short privacy wall in front of the shower stalls, crouching down so only his horns and eyes are visible. He's looking from the very ominous-looking showers, back to Karkat, back to the door, back to the showers.]

[What are you gonna do, little clown?]

That ain't fuckin' fair!!!

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat's pretty damn smug right now. still aiming. ]

If you don't hurry up, you'll have to take a fucking dip more than once.

[hystericull]

[The soap bubbles were popping on his back and it was distracting him from making any sort of timely decision. They felt weird, drying on his skin and sliding down his spine towards his ass. He slapped at them awkwardly, not really being able to see where exactly they were on account of them being on his back.]

...Do I gotta get my face wet?

{Note to self: never get high before engaging in extremely important super-soaker warfare.]

[papshooshing]

Well...

[ Karkat looks a little apologetic. down goes the gun and he draws closer. see, he looks like he's going to inspect that somewhat runny make up... ]

How about I let you paint my face if you at least get your hair wet?

[hystericull]

It already motherfuckin' did! You went to turn it all motherfucking crazytits twisty on top my nug, bro!!

[His hair was drying from the initial spray of the shower head, coupled with the fact that it was steamy in there now, it was a huge, messy ball of out of control curls. WASN'T ONCE ENOUGH!? Although, Karkat's offer was extremely tempting. Thinking about it tugged a grin right out of his mouth. BUT! Ever the cunning businessman, Gamzee Makara was never one to stop the negotiations until he was completely satisfied.]

...You gotta keep fuckin' that pious face on throughout all motherfucking day long, dog. Ain't no callin' the early quits when it comes to that righteous servitude, you feel me?

[papshooshing]

Yeah yeah. All day, I got it. I promise I won't remove it.

[ but the thing is, Gamzee? Karkat still has that gun. and right at close range where you can't get away before -

well before Karkat can shoot Gamzee in the forehead. ]

[hystericull]

[The cold shock of the water was even more terrible when it was right between his eyes. And, yeah, that water was fucking soapy, too. He had greasepaint and soap in his eyes. If he wanted to grab for the gun, he had about a 30% chance of actually landing it. Instead, he went for a larger target.]

[Springing off of his feet, Gamzee lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Karkat's middle with a string of a thousand honking curses flowing behind him. His intention was, obviously, not to harm the kid (much), so his head was angled up, pressing his messy face into Karkat's chest so he'd spare him from being gored by his horns.]

[The momentum from pushing off of the floor made it easy to tackle Karkat to the ground in a fit of rage, slamming them both against the tiles and groping around for the gun, trying to wrench it from his hand.]