pull out the fifth cord

[thereisnopie]

Characters: (AU3)Gamzee and you.
Setting: cafeteria
Format: Any.
Summary: Therapy?
Warnings: Language. Possible violence if people get rowdy.

After his earlier post, Gamzee can be found chilling in the cafeteria with his feet propped up on one of the tables.

Someone had rearranged things since he'd last been there, given that the circle he used for his weekly counseling sessions no longer existed, but that was easily rectified once he could get a head count. The number of attendees was rarely the same.

[belated ooc: Gamzee is affected by the aging event, in case anyone is confused. These sessions are normal only in his future.]

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[chronomancer]

Yeah, that's the kind of odd I'm talking about.

[Eridan frowns a little.]

How old are you, Zee?

[thereisnopie]

Uh... [Hold on. Let him take a moment to figure that out.]

Twenty... six? I'm pretty sure that's it.

[chronomancer]

Hmmmm.

[Eridan taps the table with his claws, thoughtful.]

And you remember all of them, right?

[thereisnopie]

I... [Blink blink. Kinda? Mostly?]

Yeah?

[chronomancer]

...really, now?

[Eridan tilts his head to the side.]

Can you remember specific things about them, too? Or just fuzzy impressions?

[thereisnopie]

Well, you know... everything kinda blends together after a while, yeah?

Might be my memory just ain't so great, given how this place is.

[chronomancer]

But you do remember stuff. Here and there, from the past how many years you've been stuck here.

[thereisnopie]

Y...ea...h?

[chronomancer]

...funny that.

[And he just smiles. Why? Because he's a jerk, that's why.]

[thereisnopie]

You are way too big on messing with people, you know that?

[chronomancer]

Yes. And I'm still often the nicer option, when once takes into account our... hosts.

[Eridan's grin tilts until it's lopsided.]

Speaking of which, you haven't noticed the latest fuckery yet?

[thereisnopie]

Aside from what we've been discussing?

[chronomancer]

My fuckery doesn't count, by virtue of being a loving constant I offer the Tower as some sense of normalcy.

[Eridan snorts.]

So yeah, aside me being my usual perfect self.

[thereisnopie]

No, no, man. I meant the thing with Dave.

[chronomancer]

...Zee. Bro. I adore you, but I don't need a blow-by-blow of your sex life.

[thereisnopie]

Pfft. Implying that I have one.

Man, the motherfucker couldn't even speak. Like he had this whole span of his life we ain't seen.

[chronomancer]

...ah, yes. That's the fuckery I'm talking about.

[There's a pause.]

And you should really invest on a sex-life, they do wonders for your sanity.

[He snorts.]

As it is, I mean, tower's gone crazy lately.

[thereisnopie]

Heh... I'll think about it.

So, knocking this train back on the rails...

[chronomancer]

Just the train?

[Have an eyebrow wiggle, just because Eridan.]

[thereisnopie]

Don't know what else you've been keeping on rails lately. Clearly not much.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan arches one eyebrow.]

Do you want a shovel to the face? Oh, Zee, I never knew you were into this kinky shit. Do tell me more.

[thereisnopie]

If I could roll my eyes any harder, they'd be rolling out of my head.

You're mother fucking incorrigible.

[chronomancer]

Well, why correct what's already perfect?

[Another eyebrow wiggle. And then as easy as that, he drops it all together, frowning.]

See, I ask because apparently someone pried Time's legs wide, wide open and then shoved a chainsaw up where the sun hasn't ever shined, possibly by surprise. I'm gathering evidence.

[thereisnopie]

Evidence, huh? And what all counts as evidence?

More importantly, does it count if you're being affected too?

[chronomancer]

That's the best type of evidence, really. Goes to show something's wrong and you're maybe not too stupid to not notice.