018 ♑ [eighteenth honk]

[hystericull]

Characters: Gamzee and Romeo
Setting: Room 1-02
Format: Action.
Summary: Bedridden from his extremely invasive brain/intestinal surgery, Gamzee attempts to answer some of Romeo's awkward teenage questions. Awkwardly. And probably incorrectly.
Warnings: Puberty.

[This was always extremely difficult. Every time Gamzee shifted in his sleep, his stomach would erupt into the stabbing pain of a thousand knives, and every organ in his body would spontaneously combust. Now was one of those times. Apparently, Sleeping Gamzee had tried to roll over on to his side. Awake Gamzee had to deal with the consequences.]

[He woke with a groan, hastily, flopping over on to his back and squeezing his eyes shut. Good omnipotent laughing mother fucking lords, this was excruciating.]

[When he finally caught his breath, he noticed he was not alone in the room as he had been when he'd fallen asleep. After another groan, he caught his breath, lifting his head slightly to catch sight of Romeo.]

The fuck you doin' in here, bro? Oversleep or motherfuckin' some such?

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[myblueskies]

"No!" Romeo skipped to his side, "I came to check you were okay." Gamzee had woken him this morning sounding in pain and Romeo was worried though he knew that this was something Gamzee had chosen to have and not something the bad people had done.

"I can go away if you want me to." He continued, or at least tried to, his voice went funny at the end though and he sounded more like Pinocchio than Romeo, the weasel snuffed his nose at him in concern at the squeaking. Romeo clapped his hands over his mouth and sat down on his own bed.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee pulled a face at that answer. Not because of the crack in Romeo's voice, but for the reason. Human Jesus fucking tapdancing Christ, what the fuck did this shitty brat expect to--]

[Wow. Getting angry was so much easier now. It was almost liberating. It caused him to crack a fanged smile, shooting a glance across the room to Romeo's bed.]

How motherfuckin' considerate.

[That weasel had taken some getting used to. Every time Gamzee had decided to migrate to Romeo's bed, the weasel had crawled over him. It was a foreign feeling, and it caused him to slap at the thing more often than not. He shook the thought from his mind. ...Figuratively, because shaking his head right now would probably cause it to fall off or something.]

Nah, ain't much necessary to be doing that. This be all your fuckin' respiteblock as much as fuckin' it be all being mine.

[Gamzee wasn't polite in the least, but a crack in the voice was hardly anything to jab someone about. It was more a matter of expending effort needlessly than any consideration of Romeo's feelings.]

Beats fuckin' staring all at the God damn ceiling for the past motherfucking three hours, too.

[myblueskies]

Yes Pinocchio, even when he had been Piccolo wasn't a fan of Gamzee. Romeo however was and he grinned back hugging his knees] Are you bored? I can do a puppet show for you if you want? But I think the bad people did something to my voice and it keeps going funny so it might have to be a silent puppet show.

Or I have some drawing things if you feel okay enough to draw.

[hystericull]

Hahaha... urghh...

[There was a tin of sopor slime laying haphazardly on the bed next to Gamzee. Every so often, when the pain was too much for him to bear, he swiped his fingers through the gooey substance and sucked it off. The drug was enough to both take his mind off of the pain and ease it as it worked its way through his system.]

[He originally had laughed at the prospect of a puppet show. How old was this kid? They were relatively close in age, weren't they? You wouldn't catch Gamzee dead putting on a puppet show...]

[...Not that... the idea was completely terrible... or sounded really uninteresting... or anything. The same with coloring. He fucking loved coloring.]

[No, fuck that. He wasn't a fucking grub. He made a face of impatience, eager to get the subject off of the table.]

Wait--

[His brow quirked, and even if he wanted to sit up, he remained flat on his back, trying to explain things to the ceiling.]

Bro, them fuckers ain't done nothin' to your motherfuckin' squawk blister. Wouldn't worry on it.

[myblueskies]

[Romeo shrugged, not understanding why anyone, kid or adult wouldn't like colouring. Colouring was really fun.

As where puppet shows. He frowned when Gamzee spoke though] Yes they did, it keeps going funny and squeeky. I think they are maybe trying to make me into a mouse.

[He pulled at his clothes, he had to remember to go get some more material. He didn't know how to make clothes but he figured if he just kept sewing extra bits to the legs of his trousers and his sleeves it would be okay.] Except I keep getting bigger not smaller so maybe they want me to be a big monster mouse.

[hystericull]

[He was pretty okay with childish pastimes - all things considered, he was pretty immature and juvenile to begin with. However, there came a point in his stay at the tower that he'd slowly begun to loathe everything about himself. And subconsciously, he hoped that insulting everything he used to take pleasure in would somehow distance him from himself. Obviously, it was an idiotic tactic.]

[Nevertheless, he was glad for the topic change. But... if this kid was serious about what he was saying, Gamzee could not thing of anyone more pathetic at this point in time.]

Uh...

[Admitting he was being trolled was out of the question. The best strategy to not compromise your integrity in a scenario where you aren't sure if the other person is joking was to act like they were serious. If they accuse you of falling for it, you can double back and pretend like you were playing along with them, making them look like the dumbshit. Trolling 101.]

Brother, tell me you ain't making me all motherfuckin' have to be up and explaining the goings on of human motherfuckin' anatomy.

'Cause I ain't got a shit's tit of a clue really on how you bitches work, but I'm thinkin' it might all be close enough.

[myblueskies]

I know about anatomy! [And has no idea what relevance it has to his voice and turning into a giant mouse] It's how all your bones and things are put together! Doctor Casella told me, I think humans and trolls are the same 'cept you got horns and your blood's all different colours.

TWO THOUSAND AND LATE HELLO

[hystericull]

[His mouth fell open a bit. Was this kid really that uninformed? Gamzee really wasn't anything close to being in the loop on most things, but he at least knew a little bit about basic troll development??? It was never his place to judge, though, so he wasn't at all irritated, just... flummoxed.]

Yeah, but...

[He let out a breath, lips flapping obnoxiously as he did so.]

You ain't all a grub for your whole motherfuckin' life, you know? Pupating ain't the end of the growin' shit, bro.

[myblueskies]

Yeah I know that. [He frowned as his voice squeaked again] You become an adult and get even bigger. [Or else everyone would be kids forever, still no idea how this is relevant]