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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I'll tell you, only if you really want. I'm just not exactly proud of myself on the matter, okay?

[ because he should have acted sooner, of course. ]

I ain't motherfucking knowing if all I want to be knowing, bro.

[He moved his hands up to take hold of Karkat's, bringing them down to hold at his chest.]

I been yelling at my fuckin' self all up in my nug on facts that I ain't never should question them miraculous originations, 'cause lately I all been feelin' them wants to knows scratchin' around ill and restless as all ever they motherfucking was. Feels like I'm bein' bad on askin' it.

It's not wrong to be curious, Gamzee. People deserve to know answers, I think. The only reason I'm giving you a chance to think about it is because I kind of fucked up. Our mutual consent to this relationship isn't a dreamy sequence and I know that you're pretty damn afraid of not being on the slime.

...I just don't want to feed into those fears. That and maybe I'm a little afraid that you'll hate me.

But, again, if you want to know? I will tell you. No need to feel guilty for it.

It just... like...

[He lowered his head, staring at the hands he held from underneath the towel.]

Never needed to know, before. Was happy all in the motherfucking zone righteous, I all was. Happy in a place what's was all what I ever was needing to be up at. Now that place, what I was thought as one of the only somethin's what never could leave, is packin' up its fuckin' tentflaps and hightailing me in the mother fucking dust.

[Ugh, he wasn't explaining this well. When did he ever explain things well?]

What I mean, is, like... uh.

[His fingers pulled and pressed on Karkat's nervously.]

Do I keep fuckin' hangin' on to somethin' what's runnin' through these bony phalanges like the drippiest of motherfucking seawaters, or do I let it get its show on the proverbial motherfuckin' road and start... listening to what's other things have started movin' into this pan mine?

[ Karkat squeezes, a reassuring hug. for who? could be either one or for both of these troll kids. that's something that Karkat can't really answer. hell, if he can't figure out his own thoughts, then how can he tell Gamzee to straighten his shit out?

I don't know, Gam. What I do know is that you're not insane. You're not a murderous grubfucker. The case of the crazies is something we're all taught can happen to higher castes and that's why moirails exist. As long as I'm here, it's my job to make sure you don't lose yourself.

Why I don't want you on slime? Because it's poison. It has nothing to do with your state of mind and I guess I'm kind of a shitty moirail for not really thinking about that either.

[ Karkat pauses and buries his face in that wet hair real quick. ]

We became moirails during a shithive fit of yours. You wanted to take all of us on, but I wouldn't let anyone touch you. In the end, we hugged it out and everything was just fine again. You smiled. I smiled. No more juggling clubs in attempts to commit murder. It just felt right, I guess.

I forced you into this when first coming here... I think that was kind of wrong of me. I can't make your decisions for you. Can't tell you what to do because I can't figure out how to let go of shit or how to let new shit in. That would be wrong of me too.

[Gamzee was quiet while Karkat spoke, fiddling with and staring down at his own hands now that the other's were now locked around his shoulders. He'd sort of expected that, really. The way they'd become moirails. It was almost like the way they'd done it here - or, that's the way it seemed, anyway. Except here, Karkat wasn't in the labyrinth at the time that Gamzee snapped. He wondered, briefly, if things would have ended differently if he had been there. It was hard to tell - Gamzee was so lost inside himself that he could hardly remember the chain of events that took place that night.]

[He let out a heavy sigh, scrunching his shoulders up more into Karkat's embrace.]

Oh.

That don't seem so fuckin' wrong to me.

[He shrugged. What else could he say? He didn't know who the hell he was, and he was lucky as hell that the person he admired the most would even give him a second glance, let alone commit to taking care of his psychotic ass.]

Think you be givin' at yourself lots of bad juju, motherfucker. Ain't seein' what all goodness you really be puttin' the fuck forth.

[He sniffed his nose, angling his head to try and make eye contact with the boy buried in his hair.]

You know that, brother?

[ his shoulders shake a little from trying not to laugh. it's not appropriate to express such disbelief. after all of that, Gamzee is still kind of trying to make Karkat feel like he's worth something. Gam isn't mad about circumstances. doesn't question the validity of their relationship... ]

You're unbelievable.

[Just because he was curious didn't mean he had developed enough free will to question and challenge the events that had transpired. For right now, gaining more than just surface knowledge about things was almost more than he could let himself get away with without feeling immeasurably guilty about it. That being said, Gamzee could never have it in him to question anything that brought he and Karkat closer. Maybe Karkat was right? Maybe he had been harboring a pretty strong crush on him since as far back as he could remember. Not having a need to seek out pacification could have blinded him to his own intentions, but that was all left up to speculation. And speculation wasn't one of his strong points, either.]

[Why would Karkat lie to him, anyway? And if he was lying, he probably had a good reason for it. There was no reason for any ill-will directed at his palemate, no matter how that title had come to be.]

...Are you mad?

Mad? Do I look mad?

[ no, seriously bro. he says this as if he is puzzled. ]

[He smirks.]

A motherfucker don't gotta look mad to be mad.

I'm not mad you stupid clown.

[ and just to prove it? there's going to be a hug and some snuggling in that soggy mess. ]

[The steam was now steadily filtering out of the bathroom, and even though Karkat was more than capable of keeping Gamzee warm many times prior, he was never before this... clothing-deficient.]

...Can I put my fuckin' pants on now?

[ sighs, leaning his forehead on the back of Gamzee's head. ]

Gamzee. They're wet, dumbfuck. Put on a towel.

[He scrunches his face up, pointing to the towel on his head.]

I got me a motherfuckin' towel, but I be all needing some pants, brother.

And pants I will get for you, but you're not putting on that wet and dirty shit.

Okay.

[He smiled in the blissfully ignorant way he was more familiar with, giving Karkat's nose a bump with his own and no more thought to the worry of clothes for his bottom half. In the pit of his pan, the clawing, growling nasties told him this total happiness wouldn't last as soon as they set foot outside the ablution chamber. He tried extremely hard to ignore that.]

Am I not bein' all an ill-fuckin' onslaught at your olfactory senses no more, then?

[ back to ruffling wet hair and then patting Gamzee's cheeks. Karkat doesn't really want to get up and fetch clothes. not really. but he is going to because it's his fault. he hadn't the foresight to go and grab extra ones for Gamzee. ]

No. You smell like you, really.

[Honestly, Gamzee wouldn't mind a bit running around the Tower buck naked if it weren't for the fact that he would freeze his ass off. He wasn't about to let Karkat go find some clothes by himself. ...Especially since the filthy, bloody ones he'd just had on were his only pair.]

[At Karkat's observation, he laughed.]

The fuck all does "Gamzee" smell like?

[ Karkat's thumbs rub at Gamzee's cheekbones as he takes a moment to ponder this. he clicks his tongue against his teeth. ]

Ocean, mostly. Faint traces of sopor and paint, but largely ocean.

[Well, hearing that sure was a little nostalgic. He certainly had never smelled himself before, and we was starting to churn through his mind all of the different people who didn't know what the hell they smelled like for themselves. Maybe he should start making it a point to let them know.]

Huh.

[He shook his hair out again, a la wet barkbeast. His bangs flopped over once more to obscure most of his vision.]

I smell like a motherfucking fishy?

Thanks for that...

[ now Karkat has to take the towel and pat himself dry once more. at least that's not a wet dog smell. ]

No. FUCK no. Who wants to smell like a fish?

[He looks completely shocked by this statement.]

But fishes are fuckin' adorable, brother! Get their nibblies on at your toes if you be all leavin' them dunked for just so fucking long, and if you reach down like you ain't doin' no motherfucking thing, sometimes you all be able to be petting them a little, too!

[He threw his arms out excitedly.]

Can't have no ocean smell proper without them little bitches. Haha but I guess you be meaning the other stuff that smells, then.

[Abruptly, he grabbed Karkat by the shoulders and tugged him closer, smashing his nose against the boy's throat and sniffing a line up the side of his face into his hair.]

Smells like best friend.

Yeah, but fish make me think of Eridan. Of the violet variety. I'd rather not think about that guy, okay?

[ because fish. fish puns. Eridan. what Eridan had done to Feferi and Kanaya. all that blood. so, so much blood. he shivers from the memory. ]

I meant more like salt, yeah.

[ then his face is pressed against Gamzee and he wiggles, all that sniffing at his neck is making him a little ticklish. ]

You moron. "Best friend" doesn't have a scent.

[ but there are smiles all the same. ]

Mmm, fishbro's here, y'know.

[He continued sniffing around in Karkat's hair, almost getting a nub up one of his nostrils in the process.]

'N sure it all fuckin' do, motherfucker! Smells...

[Sniff, sniff.]

Warm. 'N sweater-y. 'N shouty.

I know. Notice how my interactions with him or anyone else for that matter are as rare as diamonds.

[ Karkat snorts and shoves at Gamzee. ]

Stay here while I get you pants.

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