clapifyoubullieve | [RL with Gamzee]

Gamzee isn't very difficult to spot, even if the backdrop from a bird's eye view was a little distracting. What with all the colors and all. Fortunately, he was sprawled out in the open, in front of his hive, just chilling. His arms were loosely wrapped around himself like he was subconsciously hugging himself as he searched the sky for Tavros, who he spotted right away.

Lazily, he raised an arm and waved.

As soon as Tavros spotted him, he brought his rocket down for a landing, parking about a foot away from the other troll.

"Hi, Gamzee," he greeted. There was an obvious attempt not to sound so forlorn and dejected, but it didn't work very well, especially considering the next words that came out of his mouth. "I hope you don't mind, but, I think, uhh, maybe I could use a hug now, too."

He ejected his regular four wheel device from his sylladex but only frowned, as he suddenly realized he had no easy way to get into it.

Gamzee jumped to his feet and sauntered over to the sad looking motherfucker, not quite sure as to why he looked that way. But right now, hugs were more important.

As the wheelchair appeared, he looked down at it, then back up at Tavros, a wide grin spreading across his painted face.

"One motherfuckin hug comin right up, brother," he said with a drawl. Then he lunged forward with surprising speed and wrapped (again) surprisingly strong arms around the smaller troll's waist, hugging him tightly.

A sigh of relief passed his lips, then without letting go, he hoisted Tavros up out of the sweet looking rocket to plop him down into the four-wheeled device.

"Whoa--uh, wow." That definitely had not been expected, but it was far from unwelcome. In fact, as he settled into his chair, he broke into a smile.

"Thanks. Um, so are you maybe feeling a little better now?"

Gamzee slumped back, his expression still pulled tight by the same goofy looking grin. He nodded slowly, feeling happier from both the hug and the bright smile on his buddy's face.

"I am all sorts of better now, man, but I can always go for more motherfuckin' hugs in the near future," he said, then his grin loosened a little as he stared down at Tavros. "So I know I all had the hug-munchies, but is there something all the matter with you, bro?"

"Uhh, well..." Tavros shifted uncomfortably and looked away, his smile noticeably faltering. "I don't know if I want to really talk about it right now. It's kind of, maybe, sort of upsetting? And I'm supposed to be here to cheer you up, and everything..."

Gamzee didn't like seeing his friends upset. He just wanted them all to relax and smile and all sorts of nice things like that. Speaking of which, he suddenly had the greatest urge to hug Tavros again. It wasn't even because of Tavros's pitiable state...though he did feel something tug at his heartstrings (whatever that means!) when he looked at the faltering troll.

"Nah, don't worry your thinkpan over all that. I'm all cheered the fuck up with you just bein' here and giving me that hug," he said with a vague wave of his hand. "So, it's all like your turn to be layin' down the smack that's been bringing you down. But if you aren't ready then who am I to motherfuckin' force you to talk? We can just. Hug."

The urge for another hug was finally fulfilled as he leaned down again and embraced Tavros. Man, he just couldn't get enough of these things.

"Oh, er..." Tavros returned the hug a bit awkwardly at first, if only for the fact that it was so soon after the first one. Fortunately, the surprise wore off quickly, and he leaned into the embrace willingly. Hugging was nice and not something he got to do very often.

"Okay, well... If it's really okay, it sort of has to do with, you know... feelings?" His face started burning up at the thought of it. Man, he was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Feelings?" Oh, well that wasn't so bad. Gamzee didn't really give the most sound advice when relationships were involved, but he liked to think that he did. His best friend Karkat was better at it, of course, but if a brother wanted to come to him for advice, or to just have someone listen to them, he was glad to do it. He continued to cradle Tavros's (very strangely warm) head in his arms as he mulled over the statement/question.

"Bro, when it comes to motherfuckin' feelings, man, you just gotta go with what feels right," he finally said, clutching at his own heart. "Right all up in here. Wanna hash out these miracle emotions of feelings on the horn pile?"

Edited 2011-05-16 06:31 (UTC)

Except that doing what felt right wasn't right in his case, not that he actually did anything... Then again, maybe that was for the best, all things considered. (Stupid, stupid, stupid...)

He leaned back slightly, sporting the beginnings of a blush as he grinned up at his friend. "Okay, umm... That sounds nice, I guess, if you're sure. But... I think you'll have to get off me for a second, so I can maybe, uh, move?"

Ah, no, Gamzee didn't want to move. The hugs, they...they made him feel so much better.

"Shh, shh, one sec. Just give me a motherfuckin' moment." He mumbled under his breath and cuddled Tavros's head in an awkward way, since the horns made it difficult for him to do it properly. After that entire ordeal was done with, he pulled away and dusted himself off, even if there wasn't really any dust on him. He looked extremely pleased.

"All right, I'm done. Got my hug fix for the time bein' and all that motherfuckin' shit. Let's go on inside, brother!" He slowly started to head towards his hive, a deliberate slowness in his steps.

Tavros continued to hug Gamzee as, he guessed, the other troll got it out of his system for the time being or whatever. This was a really weird virus, if that's what it was, but not unpleasantly so; that was more than he could say for some of the other viruses going around, definitely...

"Okay, uh, right behind you!" After storing the rocket chair in his sylladex, he followed Gamzee into the hive, keeping his eyes open for ye olde horn pile.

The horn pile itself was pretty hard to miss. It was pretty much the first thing you could see once the door opened, just sitting there in the middle of the room in all its plastic and rubber glory. It didn't look very comfortable, but Gamzee didn't care because to him, it was the most comfortable thing ever.

Being a hospitable host, he looked around the room littered with Faygo bottles and horns and other weird things that his server player had put into his room. "Can I get you a wicked elixir or maybe even a pie before we get all down with the feelings?"

He looked at Gamzee, seemingly bewildered at the offer, and immediately shook his head. "Oh, no. I'm good, thanks. I'll just, uh..." Wheel himself right over there, yeah.

The place was kind of messy, which wasn't all that surprising, really; it looked about the same as when Tavros last saw it on his husktop, with maybe a few more bottles and pie tins littering the floor. Fortunately, there was a clear path between himself and the horn pile, so that was where he headed. When he got there, he leaned forward and sort of just... plopped right into it, causing several horns to sound at once. "Whoa, heh..."

To nobody's surprise, Gamzee had suddenly spaced out after Tavros answered his question. He just stood there, his eyes slowly going out of focus as Tavros wheeled over to the horn pile. When the troll fell into the pile, and the horns went off, Gamzee's eyes suddenly bugged out of their sockets. They looked wild and frightened.

"Auuuuuuugh!" He whipped his head from side to side, trying to pin-point the location of the noise until his wild eyes fell on Tavros and the horn pile.

"Oh... Oh man, mother fuck, that be all the most motherfuckin' scariest shit I ever all did hear," he said breathlessly, his hand coming up to his chest. "Better warn me about all jumpin' into the horn pile before you go and do it, brother!"

Edited 2011-05-17 01:52 (UTC)

Tavros blinked at his friend, wearing a look of equal surprise. "Oh, um... sorry? I guess I just thought that you, maybe, you know, uhh..." He trailed off; Gamzee had obviously been zoning or something. "...Never mind."

A few more errant honks sounded as the troll adjusted himself on the pile and then finally lay back with a sigh.

Now that Gamzee was fully aware of the horns and their honking, he seemed more at ease, though his facial expressions failed to show anything different from the usual 'stoned out of his mind' look.

Gamzee found a place next to Tavros, sinking into the uncomfortable pile with ease, not even flinching or minding the honks. This was a place where important shit was hashed out. Shit like feelings and stuff, you know? He shifted onto his side, staring straight at Tavros with heavy-lidded eyes.

"You all gettin' your motherfuckin' comfortable on, man?"

"Yeah, it's, uh, actually more comfortable than I thought it'd be." It was true; the rubber offered decent cushioning against the metal of the horns, with the exception of the one sticking him in the shoulder. He removed it and tossed it aside.

Now probably would have been a good time to talk, he guessed, though he still felt pretty dumb about the whole thing. He fidgeted instead, the hem of his shirt suddenly very interesting.

Gamzee's eyes continued to bore a steady hole into Tavros's face as Tavros fidgeted, not bothered by the silence at all. Whenever his bro was ready to talk, then he'd be right there to listen. It was all good. But he was starting to lose focus again, and well, that was no good. So, he decided to ask a question in hopes of getting things rolling.

"Everything all good up in here? You don't gotta be shy around me, bro."

Tavros looked up and grinned sheepishly. "Oh, I know! It's not that... Well, maybe it kind of is? I mean, it's not like we're, uh, moirails or anything, so, I mean..." He began fidgeting again and dropped his gaze, heat rising to his face. "...Are you sure you don't mind?"

Gamzee let out a wheezing sort of laugh, rolling around slightly in the pile. He really couldn't imagine himself being Tavros's moirail, but anyway, that thought? It's gone now. Because right now, a bro needs to hash out some feelings, and he said he would help him out. So.

"Yeah, bro, just do what you all think is motherfuckin' right," he said, shrugging into the pile where a series of soft honks followed. "I'm all sorts of wicked cool with all this. It was practically my motherfuckin' idea, you know?"

"Oh, yeah. I guess you've probably got a point about that..." After stalling for just a few more moments, Tavros cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and finally began.

"Okay, so, I guess... what happened was I sort of, maybe, had flushed feelings for somebody, a little bit? And then it kind of turned out that she, you know... had those feelings for somebody else, but I didn't know that at the time, so I thought, hey, maybe it's me she's talking about since, uhh, we're in this friendship and all, and so I, uh..." As he spoke, he seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the pile, as if he were trying to disappear. His face was practically a copper Earth penny by that point. "...and so mostly I think I was just really dumb about the whole thing, and maybe she hates me now."

The last part was said in a rush, and he held his breath, half expecting Gamzee to laugh at him or agree that wow, yeah, he was really stupid for even thinking someone so cool could ever like him like that. He hid his face in his hands and waited for the inevitable smackdown.

Gamzee was not particularly capable of harsh words, especially not in his current state. Whatever Tavros was expecting from the troll, it certainly wasn't a smackdown. In fact, there was more like a twang of pity in his expression, as he leaned against the pile. It was likely Tavros missed it, seeing the way he was hiding behind the horns and his hands.

"That...is all sorts of motherfuckin' whack right there," he said, with no particular sound of concern in his voice. Then again, that's how he always sounded, no matter what emotions were being felt. "Girl don't know what she's missing the fuck out on, and it's not all like there's any reason for a sister to hate on a brother for one mistake, you know? Just be chill about it bro, get your miraculous wait on and it'll be happenin' and shit. Yeahhh. We all need a dose of that, man."

Tavros peeked through his fingers and turned his head enough to see Gamzee's face. "Um, what exactly will be happening when I get my miraculous wait on, though? I mean, maybe she won't, you know, hate me, but..."

There was a long pause. He didn't look like he was deep in thought, but he wasn't saying anything either.

"Miracles will happen. Just wait, brother, good things will motherfuckin' happen. I don't know what all will be happening with your girl - maybe something sweet, but it'll motherfuckin' happen." And he seemed quite satisfied with this answer as he sank deeper into the horn pile.

"Oh." Tavros should've guessed. It was always miracles.

With a sigh, he finally lowered his hands and relaxed into the pile again--as well as he could relax, anyway. He was still feeling incredibly awkward and dumb, but at least getting it off his chest had helped a little, and he figured that was the most he could hope for.

Still, he glanced at Gamzee from the corner of his eye, a bit nervously. "So, um. You won't... tell anybody, right?"

Gamzee made an amused 'pfffft' sound as he rolled onto his back, horns protesting loudly as he pressed into them. He looked over at Tavros, looking surprisingly serious (for him, anyway).

"Tavros, my main troll man, I won't be motherfuckin' telling nobody about any of your business if you don't want me to. That's what's all up about bein' friends and shit."

"Yeah, uh, you're right," Tavros sighed, turning his gaze towards the ceiling. "Thanks, Gamzee. I really appreciate you, you know, letting me talk about this stuff, even if it's probably dumb."

Gamzee turned his gaze to the ceiling as well, getting lost in the texture of grays. He seemed real content, knowing that his best bro was feeling better. Seriously, those miracles were really something, weren't they?

Absentmindedly, he stretched out an arm to reach over and pat Tavros on the head, but he missed entirely and hit a couple of horns instead. He continued to pat the horns as he grinned.

"No fuckin' problem, brother."

Tavros couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. He didn't always understand what Gamzee was saying, and he wasn't sure the troll's advice was always the most helpful (not that he'd ever say that, of course), but he was easy to talk to, and that in itself meant a lot to Tavros. Tavros only hoped he could be as good of a friend in return, which reminded him...

"Um, oh yeah..." He turned towards Gamzee again, a sheepish look on his face. "So what about you? How are you feeling now, with the, uh, hugging thing?"

Gamzee's eyes suddenly widened as he mimicked Tavros, turning over onto his side to stare at his best bro. He hadn't felt the urge to hug in a while, but now that Tavros mentioned it...

"You know, like, how sometimes you don't go all thinkin' about motherfuckin itches and shit and it goes away? But then when you get your reminder on about it later?" He flinched a little suddenly, like something had tickled its way up his spine.

"I guess so?" Tavros frowned. "Does that mean, then, that you're still feeling bad?"

"Uhhhhhhh," Gamzee said eloquently, as he fidgeted a little. Welp, there it was again. It wasn't like a sudden hit of discomfort and sadness or anything, but he was slowly feeling it creep up on him. "Sorta, man. It's all like what the motherfuck is going on, you know? Hahaha..."

His laugh tapered off into a nervous sounding chuckle, as he stared at Tavros in an expectant way. The hand that had been patting the horns above Tavros's head was 'walking' its way down, not at all trying to be sneaky about it.

Tavros blinked and stared back at him, just as expectantly. Was he waiting for permission or something?

"Um, okay, well... That was sort of why I came over, remember?" With a shy grin, he shrugged and splayed his hands, sort of as an invitation but not overtly so, should Gamzee change his mind and decide that Tavros maybe wasn't good for hugging, after all. "That is, if you still want to..."

To be perfectly honest, Gamzee was sort of afraid that Tavros would find the request for a second hug to be annoying or dumb or something, which was a strange train of thought for him. This concept of being afraid of rejection was foreign to him, and it bothered him a lot. But upon seeing the invitation (albeit a slightly hesitant looking one), his grin only grew wider.

"Fuck yeah I do." And with that, he scooched over eagerly and fitting himself against Tavros's body, digging his arm into the horn pile underneath to get a good wrap-around all going down and shit. He settled his head under Tavros's chin, and gave him a good ol' BONE-CRUSHING SQUEEZE.

To say that Gamzee's enthusiasm surprised him would be kind of an understatement, but it'd be a flat out lie to say it didn't make him feel good. Of course, the bone-crushing squeeze was possibly a bit excessive...

"Uh, wow, uh, G-Gamzee... I think maybe, uh, I can't breathe?"

"Oh, sorry, man," Gamzee mumbled lowly, loosening his grip a little but still hugging him tight. "Mrmghhh I don't know what the fuck is going on and shit, but mother fuck these hugs are more addicting that the motherfuckin' pies."

Though he probably didn't realize it (or care) right at this moment, something in the back of his sopored mind told him that this wasn't his normal behavior. It was different, and sort of crossing all sorts of physical boundaries that two friends normally don't cross, but Tavros seemed real chill about it. Man, it's what made Tavros such an awesome bro. He was so chill about everything.

Tavros breathed out as soon as he was able to, and then wrapped his arms around Gamzee in turn, wiggling to find a comfy spot in the pile again. "Heh, well, I don't have anywhere to be for a while, I think, as Vriska is, I don't know, spending time with John or something? Sooo..."

Gamzee hummed contently, getting lost in the warmth and comfort that this skinship was all getting him into. He hoped that he wouldn't just fall asleep here. Then again, that would be kinda awesome. Sleeping on the horn pile after a wicked session of unplugging the emotional outlets. Shit sounded like a great idea, and everyone should be able to access such a wonderful service. That was an idea he tucked away into the depths of his mind for later.

"Yeahhh? Well, fuck, more hugs for me, then," he said, his voice muffled into Tavros's shirt. "And for you too, yeah, hehe..."

"Yeah, heh." Tavros honestly didn't mind, even if it was considered kind of weird to be hashing out all this emotional stuff and hugging on a pile with somebody you weren't red for. The affection was really, really nice, and not something he ever got outside of cuddling with his animal friends. Maybe it was because of a virus, but that was okay; nobody had to know he was maybe pretending Gamzee wanted to hug him just because, a little bit.

He unconsciously tightened his hold and sighed contentedly.

[RL with Gamzee]

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I just remembered that Tavros is his server player, derp derp.

oh shi-- yeah i failed to remember this too herpaderp

we are the smartest. it is us.

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bluhhhh sorry so late ;;

no worries; obviously i'm slow as christmas

<333

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