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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[ 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?

Only because you're so precious that I find myself having to tease and make fun of you to maintain my goddam reputation.

[ he pulls the towel back and starts to just dry Gamzee off in general. Karkat tries to remain gruff and irritable as he says it, though. like he doesn't enjoy this at all. ]

Heh...

[Gamzee gaze travels downward sheepishly, now fixated on his knobby knees. He picks at a few scabs that have formed on them to try and distract himself. Still not used to Karkat being so affectionate. Even when he was trying to do something so forwardly pale as give him a bath, he was still being a little ornery about it.]

You sayin' you don't all really motherfuckin' mean that stuff?

[ Karkat pauses in his rub down. doesn't he really mean those things? of course he does, doesn't he? he snorts and shakes his head. truthfully, he might mean some of it but mostly words are a means of self defense. not to mention... ]

Everyone has their faults. Half of the shit I say isn't completely true and you know it. When I really get going I just say the first things that's on my mind and with as much volume and disgust as I can manage. That doesn't mean that, even when it is true, that I don't like having you shit heads around despite it. It's kind of the opposite. You guys drive me shithive maggots, but in the end I'd rather have you fuckface's around than not.

[ lightly flicks the tip of one of Gamzee's horns. ]

Tell anyone I said that and the next time I have to give you one of these I won't help out at all.

[ which he doesn't really mean at all. ]

Yeah, I know.

[Gamzee ventures a glance up at his moirail, releasing the deathgrip on one of his own knees to lift up a corner flap of the towel covering his face and peek out from it.]

You all about being as motherfuckin' ferocious as them horns on your fuckin' head, ain't you all just, my brother?

[His eyes and smile were sleepy, and somewhat enchanted. He'd always had an affinity for the more docile trolls, the ones with the squishy centers, even when he himself could still be considered harmless.]

[Whoops, was he staring, now?]

[ Karkat looks at Gamzee for a minute, words churning in his head. Gamzee had just called him soft. B( he shoots the guy a glare, huffing a little. ]

What are you talking about? I'm fucking terrifying. Cold as goddamn ice.

[ too bad even he doesn't REALLY believe that. ]

Harder bein' warm than cold. Why you wanna try all to being like every other motherfucker when you're already being at somethin' what's better?

[He knew Karkat could sort things out when he needed to - sure he fell apart when things got a little too hectic, but he was always there for the people that needed him, no matter what, and that was something Gamzee could try and try, but never succeed, to do.]

Think it's bitchtits. You shouldn't get to sellin' your motherfuckin' self short on it, probably.

[He looked dumbfounded for a second. Did he run his mouth too much?]

But, like, that's just me.

[ at this Karkat bites his lip. Gamzee seems to think Karkat is fine just how he is. but that isn't really acceptable and at least one of them knows it. on Alternia it would have meant being cut down, eventually. even in the game and thereafter, Karkat's unwillingness to really be vicious and stop worrying about people might be the reason that everyone else is dead. ]

You think so, huh?

Fuck yeah, motherfucker! Be fucking bitchin' to be able to fuckin' say I got you for a best friend, best friend. Ain't no other brother who's all motherfuckin' thorny an' crass as tits, but toasty fuzzy-like enough still to be puttin' a greaseball in a tub like what's you all are!

[He started excitedly, tugging the towel off of his head in earnest to reassure his friend. There was obviously a huge oversight here. He hadn't taken into account the sweeps of psychological terror that must have come along with having a secret so determined to get you the axe. It was one of the things he should have been more conscious of, but he was just too stupid to put it together.]

Ain't like no one else I ever was to be up and gettin' my meet on of, what's for fuckin' sure. That's why you so mother fucking special, bro.

Edited 2012-11-28 16:46 (UTC)

[ a fact that Karkat knows. Gamzee just doesn't understand Karkat's position on it. probably never really will. this doesn't upset him. doesn't cause any of those cynical feelings to surface. it is what it is and above it all? Gamzee is his moirail. technically, that means it's more than all right for him to think that way. ]

Gam.

[ he sweeps back that half dried hair and tugs the guy's head back to really get a look at him. ]

I think you're seriously looking at all of this with some special pale shaded lenses.

[That definitely wasn't true! How could anyone think any different? All of their friends loved Karkat, even if most of them acted like total assholes, that's just how they were. Everyone had some sort of respect for their leader, as shouty and nubby as he was.]

But, I always was thinkin' like that. From all when's I was to be first fuckin' meeting at you.

Maybe you were in the throws of pale crushing and not even be all up in knowing it.

[ his free hand is tracing some of Gamzee's features. things that are normally hidden under all that make up. ]

[Gamzee paused to consider this, feeling Karkat's figures on his face and letting out a gruff honk of protest. He shook the hands off of him and threw the towel back over his head.]

Never was thinkin' on it like that way. Kinda motherfuckin' terribads when it come to shit what's that all is.

[Quadrants were not his specialty, and he was so far out of his element it was laughable, as Karkat was probably coming to realize.]

[ grunting, Karkat is tugging away at that towel. ]

Stop it. Like you get to be shy with me after shredding away my dignity.

Though, believe me. I never really thought about why I did little things like tolerate you, joint up with you on your planet above all of them, and worry more about you than any other. Sometimes you just don't see it for what it is, at first. Not the shit that comes naturally, anyway.

["Coming naturally" for Gamzee meant having Karkat tell him that they'd gotten together, and that he was his moirail now. It was about as unnatural as something could develop, but that didn't mean he minded the way things went down.]

[It was still warm and steamy in here. Once they left, they'd be back in the Tower, and not wherever magical untowerlike place they were now. He let his fingers curl around Karkat's wrists, attempting to slow the tugging of the towel covering his face.]

How'd we all come to a motherfucking mutual on this, bro? ...The way that don't involve us bein' in a crazy vertical dreamland, I fuckin' mean.

[ Karkat doesn't fight the hands, but he feels the lump in his throat at the question.

he's not sure he wants to answer. ]

I'm not sure you want me to answer that.

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