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

[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?