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.]

Comments

[demonfly]

I'm Zett. What's your name?

[thereisnopie]

Gamzee.

Just 'Zee is fine.

[demonfly]

Zee it is. Nice to meetcha.

[thereisnopie]

Likewise, brother bug.

[demonfly]

So brozee, how long have you been here?

[thereisnopie]

Shiiit... About half my lifetime, I think.

[Which is a little depressing.]

[demonfly]

That's pretty bad. I've heard of somebody who's been here for most of theirs.

[thereisnopie]

Damn, man.

Think maybe at some point I stopped caring about getting out. Might be the same with them.

[demonfly]

I'm going to get out. But it might take a while.

[thereisnopie]

You got yourself some plans?

[demonfly]

Boss is gathering recruits. After that, I'm not allowed to say.

[thereisnopie]

Heh. Fair enough.

[demonfly]

But I think we're going to get out. Eventually.

[thereisnopie]

I hope you're right, bro. Would be a nice change.

[demonfly]

Yeah. I'd like to punch those admins in the face.

[thereisnopie]

I think a lot of us would like that, honestly.

[demonfly]

We'd need to form a line.