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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[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.]]

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!

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.]

[ 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. ]

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.]

[ 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. ]

[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!!!

[ 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.

[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.]

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?

Edited 2012-11-26 06:33 (UTC)

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?

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. ]

[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.]

[ too bad Karkat is just laughing his head off. of course he makes a little pained sound as his head hits the ground. back is going to be sore tomorrow.

he'll put the gun in Gamzee's hand. and ruffle the now damp hair. ]

Sorry!

No you ain't, you little motherfucker!

[He couldn't see, now. The water at his forehead made his bangs drippy again. They hung in his eyes like a shaggy dog, but he was laughing just as much as Karkat, so he honestly didn't have any fucks left to give on the matter.]

[He did have fucks in reserve for getting his revenge, however. He used his position and newly-acquired weapon to hit him square on his hot-blooded belly with a jet of that nasty-ass cold water.]

Best Bro's Choice. Ain't I all the most motherfucking magnanimous of bitches there ever was?

[With his game order out of the way, he chucked the gun across the room before Karkat could sneak another hit in. He wasn't ready to move yet, though. He bought some time by pressing his forehead back into the white spot he'd created in the middle of the smaller boy's chest, muffling his speech a little as he spoke against that soapy stomach of his.]

You was gettin' your wicked kids on all about this whole "bath" noise, wasn't you, bro?

Edited 2012-11-26 07:21 (UTC)

[ Karkat kind of gives a little squeal from the cold water on his tummy, but still laughing about it while trying to push Gamzee away. only he doesn't try very hard. ]

Oh yes. Very magnanimous.

[ he slumps though. they're kinda done with the Game then, huh? he'll just take to rubbing Gamzee's back and scritching at the back of his head. ]

Yeah, sorry. I really am. Feel like shit for doing it, but you go so long without one...

[Gamzee gets so riled up about things, then loses interest 10 minutes later. Such is life with an attention-deficit sopor fiend. He was much more interested in never getting off of the bathroom floor, now, because that meant that he never had to go in the shower.]

Why do I gotta, though? Ain't fuckin' killing me or nothing.

{He was in a very strange mood. It felt almost like they weren't in this stupid deathtrap of a Tower, felt like he'd just imagined going shithive and finding out he had no idea who he actually was, felt like all there was was he and his best friend laughing like stupid wigglers like he'd wanted to do for so long. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he could say he was truly happy.]

[ he hums. nope not stopping in rubbing at Gamzee's scalp. ]

It will, eventually. Hygeine is important, Gamzee. What kind of moirail am I that can't even make sure his 'rail takes care of himself all right and proper.

[ another wince. bluh. more time he spends around the clown, the more messed up his own speech patterns get. but it's all right. at least he only really does this in front of Gamzee. stalling his moirail might be, but if that makes him happy and calm for the moment, then that's fine too. ]

Still the only motherfuckin' one I'll ever be wanting.

[He chuckled at Karkat's deteriorating syntax, the warmth of the skin beneath him and the steam around him threatening to zonk him out into a sleep unrousable. The fuzziness inside and outside his pan got him thinking again that maybe this whole Tower business was just some crazy dream. Maybe he was passed out in his stupid pile back in the Veil, snoring like a fucking loon. Who cared, really?]

You know you all don't gotta be feeling motherfuckin' no obligations toward my ass or nothing. With what all fucking stress you got stacked on those nubs yours already. Wouldn't be getting my considerations on at a brother if I be makin' myself just one bitchin' burden on him, you know?

Yeah, yeah I do. I kind of worry about you a fuck ton, you know?

[ he tugs on Gamzee by the only thing he can right now: the pants. they still need to get into the shower to rinse off the suds. ]

The only time when you're actually a burden is when you give me shit about this stuff. Everything else? Was prepared for it.

[Maybe it was time to stop being a wiggler about this and do something for his friend. Wasn't he always the one bending over backwards to help people out in the first place? Even... even if it was... taking... a bath...]

[He shuddered, blowing a sloppy, wet raspberry right into Karkat's solar plexus.]

If I fuckin' croak from this shit, you can all be at having my motherfucking horn pile, bro.

[ adfasfasdf!!! there goes some flailing with that raspberry. Karkat will let Gamzee get away with it this time. he snorts and shoves at shoulders. ]

You're not going to die. I'll be right here with you.

[Ruefully, Gamzee placed his hands on either side of Karkat and pushed himself to his feet. He just. Stood there. Staring at the showers which were all blasting and hissing like evil, scalding torture devices ready to spray his skin off. He scratched at his stomach roughly, raking his jagged claws against his ribs haphazardly. Maybe he wouldn't be so itchy once he actually got clean.]

What happens if the soap dudes get all crammed the fuck in my lookstubs again?

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