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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[ 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?

Isn't it obvious?

[ Karkat gets to his feet now. yeap. definitely needs to clean up too. but Karkat just gives a soft little smile to his moirail.

god how pale he is for this clown. ]

Keep your eyes closed when the water's coming in your face. And if those things start assaulting, I'll come running to fight them off, okay?

[Gamzee snorted. Imagining Karkat fighting off soap bubbles furiously was definitely an image that eased his nerves.]

Don't leave me hanging, motherfucker.

[He stepped toward one of the middle stalls - the other one he'd slipped out of and therefore absolutely had bad juju. Taking a deep breath, he cautiously stuck a finger under the spray of the water.]

I'll be right in the stall next to you, all right?

[ though first he's turning off the other stalls one by one. and probably cranking up the heat for the stall he's about to use. hot blooded trolls like he really need hotter water. it'd probably burn Gamzee real good.

but he still watches Gamzee anyway. just to make sure everything is okay. ]

[If the water was too cold, he'd freeze. However, if he were to use the shower Karkat had chosen, he was pretty sure his skin would peel off and fall to the floor. Gamzee was now in the shower stall, back pressed flat against the wall, arms splayed awkwardly on it, as well. The only place the stream was reaching was his feet, hitting his toes and soaking the hem of his filthy, oversized pants.]

[Karkat was probably doing his own thing by now, but Gamzee could only stare at the way the light bounced off of each droplet, how the bottom of his pants were growing darker.]

Bro.....................................

[ as he thought. the moment Gamzee calls out, Karkat wanders over to the stall. definitely shucking his jeans, though. looks like a shower can't be done alone and there's no way he's going to carry back wet, saggy clothes.

give him a moment to check the water and adjust it. his free hand patting Gamzee. all soothing like. ]

Take off the pants, Gam.

[He was reluctant to peel his arms off of the stall wall, but Gamzee managed to maneuver the sticklike things around the water, hooking a thumb in his waistband and tugging one side down, digging the nails of his other hand against the wall for support to keep from falling under the spray.]

[Hopping on one foot on a wet floor is very dangerous, don't attempt it at home. He managed to wrench one leg out of his pants gracelessly. The other side was simple enough, it fell to the floor as soon as he'd gotten his foot untangled from the waistband. The effort to keep his pants dry should have probably been thought of sooner. They crumpled in a heap directly over the drain, letting the water puddle up with no proper receptacle to flow in.]

Why ain't the motherfuckers goin' the fuck down the hole!?

Because they're too big to go down...

[ Karkat snatches them up. wrings them out. then tosses the soggy material over the divider. great. now Gamzee won't have any dry clothing at all. isn't life just peachy...

he sighs and rubs at his own face. now where did he put... oh nevermind. Karkat just collects the water in his hands and will splash it at Gamzee's chest. ]

The temperature good for you?

UhhhHH-AHH--!!! FUCK!

[He shrieked at the water being thrown at him, throwing himself so he was wedged into the corner of the stall.]

I don't fuckin' know!!! YES???

Gamzee, shoosh. Shoosh

[ just going to get out some patting here and then a hug. anything to calm the other troll down. it's just water, but god is the guy really terrified of it. weird, but Karkat isn't about to question why. ]

Look. I'm right here with you. Nothing's going to fucking get you. Just close your eyes, okay?

Rrrrnggrhghh...

[Gamzee groaned in obvious protest, but shut his eyes anyway, forcibly relaxing his shoulders in Karkat's grip.]

Closed, closed...

Okay. Now turn around. Slowly back into the spray so your face doesn't get in it.

[ maybe he won't freak out as much then. ]

[Okay, there was no way he was going to get out of this. Even if he were to run, he would have to run right through the water. It's not like he'd never been wet before - he wasn't a fucking cat, even though the amount of protesting he'd done about this didn't make that any less believable. He just liked water under his own terms, and bathing involved scrubbing and soap in your eyes and wasn't at all about enjoying yourself.]

[But, all or nothing, right? He sucked in a breath, held it there, and stepped back under the water. It hit him on top of the head, between the horns, smashing his hair against his skull and flowing over his face like he'd despised so much. At least with his breath held and his eyes closed, it wasn't as bad as breathing in lungfuls of water and getting your eyes full of salt. He was pretty sure this wasn't even saltwater, anyway, by the way it smelled.]

[When he spoke, his teeth were clenched and his voice came out sounding dumber than ever.]

Now what!?

Shhh. It's just water. Won't burn your husk. Won't exactly burn your eyes either. It's harmless. See? Not even going to scrub you down. Just stay there for a few minutes.

[ he still rubs at Gamzee's back. soothing. trying to keep him calm. then a thought hits him.

if he can't keep the guy calm with pats, then maybe with a different memory? ]

Hey. Remember your planet in the game? All of those tents... What was it called again?

Uhhh.........

[Okay, he didn't want to admit it, but the spray of the water on his head was putting him into a sort of a zen-zone-thing and it was kind of warm and then he started thinking about his bitchin' land and how much fun they'd had there and...]

[And he spaced out, a dumb, far-off smile gradually forming on his lips.]

[ that's more like it. being at ease makes it easier for Karkat to get this done. if talking about Gamzee's land helped him relax, then he would. so Karkat rubs at his neck. takes his hands to slowly turn him so the water can hit his back. ]

I don't even know how they can fit all those tents into such tight spaces. Hell, I don't even remember how you beat all those imps. How'd you do that again?

[He was now being easily manipulated by Karkat. Jumping around on LOTAM was definitely one of the highlights of the game, even before Karkat ended up visiting with that stabby slappy bro of his. Then there were friends and everything got even better. Man, he missed the game sometimes, even if it did end up fucking them in the ass and through the head.]

Mmm, wasn't too bad of bros once all a motherfucker was stopping to listen at the noise what they got to speakin' at him.

You know, bro? Sometimes you just all gotta pop a fuckin' squat with some bitches what you be up and all having your most righteous of disagrees with and take a long hear on of they souls, motherfucker. Maybe split a pie, hash it out. I don't fuckin' think them dudes were even meaning to not hurt no one - just wanted to straight up chill.

[ here we go. Karkat brushes hair out of Gamzee's face as best as he can. that is going to be a bitch to brush and dry later, but he will do it. because he adores this bony sack of a troll. that grease paint is coming off and he can see Gamzee's real face under it.

an adorable face, really. Karkat doesn't understand completely why he chooses to hide it. under the influence, it's easy to understand, but why when he's not as high as a kite? Karkat even rubs at those cheeks. ]

So you sat around a campfire and shared stories over pie.

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