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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[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.

Yeahhhh, brother!! One of the most miraculous of times what I was all ever to be having, probably!

[Gamzee threw his arms up as he spoke to emphasize his point, narrowly missing Karkat's face as he did so.]

We gotta do that sometime, best friend. Get our chill all straight and sorted proper, kick back in this fuckin' Tower ominous and get a little more motherfuckin' mirth flowin' from these fingers, you feel me?

[Karkat was rubbing at his cheeks, causing him to sputter water out and laugh at the feeling.]

You're pinchin' my fuckin' cheeks like a mother fucking grubsitter all would, man!

Like a grubsitter. Is that what you think?

[ Karkat just smirks a little. if you want him to pinch your cheeks, Gamzee. well this time Karkat is going to. just a tiny pinch. not even hard. but he does stretch 'em just a touch. ]

Maybe we can sit down and just chill out some time.

Uh-huhhh...ahhhHH--!!

[He shook his head as his cheeks were stretched out, long tongue sliding over his teeth and out of his mouth to complete the stupidest face in history.]

Blehhhhhhhhhhhhh...! Honk.

[He laughed until Karkat let him go, bringing his own fingers up to rub away the residual stinging the tugging had left.]

Nahh, we don't gotta, bro. I know how busy you get, hahaha. Ain't no motherfuckin' thing, I's just gettin' my reminisce on somethin' fierce, was all.

[ stupidest face in history? try cutest. it's making Karkat smile all over again. then he's laughing along with Gamzee, giving those cheeks a pat. ]

Nope. First of all, you have me for two games. That and you're kind of my moirail so out of all of the shit heads here, I can kind of tolerate you the best.

But for now? We can get out of here.

...! Reallyyy!?

[Soaping up with water guns and being distracted while rinsing and scrubbing was definitely easier than when he'd tried to bathe himself. Granted, his baths usually consisted of lathering with gritty sand and rinsing with impossibly-cold saltwater. Spending time in an ablution chamber (even though he had had a pretty nice one) meant giving up watch time on the beach, so a few things needed to be sacrificed! This was definitely a step up, though.]

That be meaning I'm all fuckin' cleaned proper, now?

Edited 2012-11-27 05:57 (UTC)

[ Karkat ruffles that wet hair again. pushing it back and out of Gamzee's face while reaching to turn off the water.

he'll just come back later to get himself fully clean. ]

I wasn't going to make you wash your hair this time, but it will need to be done eventually. But we're done this time. Come on.

[Even though this wasn't the most torturous experience he'd had to endure, Gamzee still let out a groat at the prospect of returning here to finish his hair. What was the point of getting it all weird and soaked if he wasn't gonna do anything with it!? It sat in a sad, pushed back mess on his head, sticking to and climbing up his horns awkwardly.]

[He rubbed the rest of the water and greasepaint out of his eyes before darting out of the stall and snatching up one of the towels Karkat had set out before they began. It sort of got knocked on the floor during their antics, but it was still relatively dry. He threw it over his face and sat on one of the lavatory benches. His face was probably not a great sight to behold at the moment, skin blotchy from sweeps of unwashed facepaint and general poor diet. He would be okay with walking around with this nice towel on his head for the rest of time.]

[ Karkat gets out and grabs a towel for around his waist. he snatches up another and sets to the task of drying Gamzee's hair. as a moirail, he knows what's kind of up behind hiding behind that towel. ]

Better be thinking about what all you're going to throw on this face of mine.

[ dammit. ]

Though after this I might have to call you dandelion head.

Ain't somethin' you be fuckin' plannin' out aheads of times, brother.

[Gamzee's head was being rocked to and fro from the efforts of Karkat's drying. He laughed a little from the stupid motion, exaggerating it every time.]

Just gotta motherfucking be paintin' on what comes to you all natural, you know?

[He laughed again at the nickname.]

No fuckin' fair, bro! You all get to lockin' my ass what's up in this motherfuckin' hole and then get your nubby jollies the fuck off at makin' fun on me?

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