007 ♑ [seventh honk]

[hystericull]

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.]

Comments

[papshooshing]

[ 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.

[hystericull]

[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?

[papshooshing]

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?

[hystericull]

[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.

[papshooshing]

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. ]

[hystericull]

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.

[papshooshing]

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.