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Characters: Karkat Motherfucking Vantas and Gamzee Motherfucking Makara
Format: Action because I caught bad case of the lazy
This log is: CLOSED.
Location: Park after class which is neutral ground so gtfo
Summary: Two GQ Motherfuckers meet up to discuss their "relationship". Karkat being a mother hen. The usual.
Warnings: Gratuitous swearing and pale gay boys

[ Sometimes, in completely random times of the day, Karkat wonders where the fuck he went wrong with his life. Karkat used to have dreams. He used to have ambition. He used to aim high, be a threshecutioner, live long and prosper -- now he's stuck in an alternate dimension, dressed in the fruitiest clothes to ever be conceived, and on the way to the park to make his moirail promise, really truly promise, to play nice with all the other wrigglers. ]

[ Where did he go wrong? ]

[ Internal bitching aside, he is standing at the park next to a bench. He could've sat down but that would imply he's getting comfortable and Karkat can't have that -- this is strictly business. (And as much as he loathes to admit it, he just really wants to see him. He's on the verge of a mental breakdown because universe, what the fuck, but he's not going to impose that on Gamzee; that would be rude, since he just kind of shoved the relationship in his throat.) ]

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[ Gamzee arrives only a couple minutes after Karkat; he can't deny he's happy to see his best motherfuckin' bro after so long. No -- moirail, apparently. Yeah, that shit, they definitely had to talk about it. It was confusing; and he couldn't lie to himself, he simply couldn't believe it. Couldn't really feel it true.

When he lays his eyes on Karkat, though, he breaks into the biggest grin, approaching quickly. ] Heeeey, bro.

Yeah. Hey.

[ Karkat relaxes a little bit, but he's still tense as ever. He takes a few moments to see if there's anything different about Gamzee -- if he's thinner, if he gained weight, if he's hiding deep rooted depression there somewhere. Deciding he's fine, Karkat sighs. ]

How are you holding up?

[ His voice is impossibly soft so it seems a bit strained, but it's genuine. He tentatively reaches for Gamzee's arm. ]

[ Gamzee notices. Definitely does, because ain't Karkat's voice always so motherfucking loud, and so rough? So it's a little bit strange, he can't deny that, but it's not unpleasant. He doesn't brush away Karkat's hand.

In fact, it is a little bit soothing. ] Just... motherfucking fine, I guess. Hate all this school shit, though. And certainly hate being a weapon constantly, havin' to beg for... [ He looks clearly irritated, but stops himself there. Thinking about it only worked to get him angry; and he has learned, in such a long amount of time, to keep that from happening. ]

Shoooooooosh, Gamzee. [ Gently paps his shoulder. He's secretly, secretly really glad Gamzee has never been a player because he could do some serious damage, but he's not going to tell him that. ] Yeah, this school's bullshit and being a weapon is humiliating as fuck. But screw them, you'll get your time in the limelight eventually. And when you do, you're going to motherfucking kick all their asses!

[ He smiles at Karkat -- a quiet, genuine one. He finds Karkat's words funny, in a way. ] Hell yes. Motherfuckers won't even be knowin' what hit them. Hey, I even got all my upgrades -- did I say, bro? Just being missing one memory charm, too. [ That one happens to be about sopor, sadly enough. Looking at it now, he probably doesn't even need the drug anymore. He feels -- that really, he is calm now. Calm, just having Karkat there. For a moment, he feels a flash of worry; because what if Karkat disappears, like Sollux had, so long ago? ]

That's great, Gamzee. [ He remembers the sopor comment earlier so that's probably it. ] Don't worry, your last memory isn't that important.

[ Serious face. ]

Now let's get serious for a moment. Gamzee, look at me. [ Finger point. ] Promise me that if you're ever overwhelmed by your maniacal clown rage, you're going to text me instead of going subjugglator on everyone's collective asses, got it? I reiterate. Text me. Come hell or high water, I will go to Fortitude and I will find you and I will help you.

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[ He focuses more on Karkat, expression dulling at that. But he considers Karkat's words, and then gives a short nod. ] Fine. Sure, I got my promise on. Doesn't change a motherfucking thing, but aite, bro. I'll fucking get my talk on with you if I'm all up and feeling angry. [ It's said in an almost resigned way, and his shoulders slump. And he adds-- a little tentatively, ] But people don't die here, bro. They can; I mean, but they ain't stayin' dead for no longer than a couple of hours. Ain't meaning I'm bout to get my subjugglator on, but I'm just sayin'.

I don't care if you haven't done anything. I just don't want to stay up all night wondering when you're going to fucking snap -- the less of you assholes I have to crack up nerves worrying about, the better.

Holy shit, they come back? What the fuck is wrong with this place?

[ shakes his head. ]

Whatever, don't answer that. I don't care. Resurrecting probably sucks, anyway.

No, you... [ But he bites back what he wants to say, and instead gives a shrug. ] Then fine, you ain't gotta worry none about me. This place is all kinds of wrong, and I'm sure there's more shit we don't know.

[ Eyes him suspiciously about the bitten back sentence, but lets it slide. ]

Good. That's what I like to hear. The whole promising thing is just a formality, anyway. I trust you enough that you won't go berserk. You took care of yourself for this long, so I guess... I just want to say I'm proud of you.

Yeah, I bet. We don't have any means of knowing though -- if you find out something, keep me updated, and I'll do the same.

[ He feels a sudden pang of guilt, because he hadn't really controlled himself so strongly in the beginning. He'd killed Lelouch; and would have killed Oichi, too, if it weren't for Spain stopping him. So he just looks down and away, nodding. He doesn't care for hiding the expression of disappointment on his face, now. Hearing Karkat say he was proud of him made him feel a mingled sense of surprise, happiness, and then -- guilt, for his first actions. ]

Sure thing, motherfucker. I'm really hopin' there's nothing much to tell, though.

Yeah, I hope so too. [ He picks up on the expression really quickly so he paps Gamzee gently again. ] It's fine, dude.

[ He glances around the place to see if anyone's around. Noooope, everybody's going back to their respective dorms and the sky's getting dark. ]

We should probably go back to our dorms. Come here.

[ Come here, moirail, have a hug. ]

[ Gamzee's pretty hesitant for a second, and then he's squeezing Karkat in a tight hug. It's nice, and he feels comfortable for once. He thinks; thinks that yeah, they were moirails, had to be. For sure, now. He'd keep his 'promise', if the situation ever arose.

He reluctantly pulls away after a moment, smiling again. ] Hey. Thanks for all up and comin' to talk to me. It's the motherfucking downs we ain't in the same dorm...

[ Karkat's face twitches. It was either a smile or a nervous tick he should look into. He is feeling so emotional right now. God knows how much he pities Gamzee. ]

No problem. Yeah, the whole campus thing's hoofbeast shit. If there's some way to transfer, I would, but as it stands, we're both presently the system's bitches, twitching and recoiling away from its sharp, perverted claws and it won't stop.

We'll find a way around it though. I promise.

[ Sighs, then rubs Gamzee's back one last time and breaks the hug. ]

For the time being, just lay low and hope some asshat doesn't want you for a Weapon.

[ Gamzee doesn't say anything to the first part, quietly agreeing. His smile grows, and he trusts Karkat's words. Thinks that he's lucky to have Karkat here, finally; and he chuckles, happily, ruffling Karkat's hair. He hasn't laughed in actual joy since he arrived here -- and it feels good. ] Don't be worrying about me, bro. Everyone seems pretty motherfucking soft here. I'm hopin' you'll be getting yourself all a player, though.

Humans usually are. Luckily, I would get someone benign, like Egbert or something.

[ That sure is... a horrible attempt at a smile. ]

Take care of yourself. Do your homework. Eat all your meals, and for the love of God, don't stay up too late.

[ That smile sure is a nice thing to see, and Gamzee nods, rumbling a chuckle. ] Of course. You be sure to be doin' those things too. And talk to me lots, OK, bro? I ain't gonna let you go one day without at least one word.

Fine, I promise. We'll text each other like a couple of tools but we'll do it with pride.

Hell motherfucking yes. [ An eager nod. He remembers the time, though. ] Damn, we should be getting our head on back to the dorms. I'll talk to you later, motherfucker?

Yeah, later. [ He gives Gamzee a light punch on the shoulder, one last glance and he's going back to Conquest. ]

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