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

[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.

[thereisnopie]

[Gamzee snorts.]

You can't always blame it on the motherfuckers involved in times like this, if this is such a time.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan arched an eyebrow at Gamzee.]

Who said anything about blaming anyone?

[thereisnopie]

You referred to people as stupid. Just sayin'.

[chronomancer]

...that's not putting blame on them so much as acknowledging the usual state of affairs, though.

[Eridan arches an eyebrow.]

People are stupid, Zee. It's part of what makes them people, after all.

[thereisnopie]

Part of what makes us people is that we ain't all perfect, not that we're all stupid. Not sayin' that stupidity doesn't exist, but I think you're looking at it the wrong way, bro.

[chronomancer]

Same thing.

[Eridan rolls his eyes.]

Don't get pissy at me over that shit, man.

[thereisnopie]

I'm not getting pissy, I'm getting technical. Don't act like you aren't a bitch about things.

[chronomancer]

Bitch is like, my default setting, Zee. Of course I get defensive if you're gonna try and muscle in on my shtick.

[thereisnopie]

Damn, you're right. Shit's pretty lame of me.

[chronomancer]

I mean really, the least you could do is qualify your bitchiness, bro. Learn to copycat properly.

[thereisnopie]

Man, I'm afraid I couldn't even front being qualified for bitchiness. I'd just look like even more of a poser.

[chronomancer]

No, fuck that. No bro of mine could be a poser, Zee. Say it ain't so, oh, say it ain't so.

[thereisnopie]

Depends on who you ask, bro, but I'll do my best to keep my fail in check.

[chronomancer]

So considerate, Zee. Brings a tear to a bro's eye, really. Check out this fucking sentimentality going on here, I cannot handle all these feelings of gratitude right now.

[thereisnopie]

Yeah, yeah.

How many others have you talked to about this, anyway?

[chronomancer]

A few. Funny thing is I haven't seen many people of the exact same time.

[thereisnopie]

That right? It random, you think?

[He's not sure he believes he's one of the ones affected, but he's willing to believe shit's going down all the same.]

[chronomancer]

Seems like it!

[Eridan shrugged.]

Dunno if it's usual Tower fuckery or something else, but either way, we're talking about fuckery on a massive scale. And not the fun orgies for everyone, kind of fuckery either. More like... let's sodomize Time with a chainsaw kind of thing.

[thereisnopie]

...Have I ever told you that you have the most consistent metaphors?