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011 ♑ [eleventh honk/video]

Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.

[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]

[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]

[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]

[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]

[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]

[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]

All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.

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[ oh my god !!!

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THIS, MAKARA. YOU WON'T GET AW-

Oh fuck, he's totally grinning right now. ]

I'm not going to drop the subject. Nice try, though.

[Eyeroll. Why does he have to be such a stubborn little shit?]

Drop it all like it's motherfuckin' hot, Cinnabuns.

Nope.

[ He drops the grin and waves a hand, gesturing for Gamzee to come clean already. ]

Come on. I promise I won't stay mad for too long.

[Is there any way this conversation could go down that wouldn't result in a burning trainwreck? No? Okay.]

[He shrugs.]

Just gettin' my motherfuckin' curiosity glands workin' all out at the fuckin' thoughts on what the other motherfuckers in this joint got swellin' in their fucking pump biscuits.

Curiosity only kills the motherfuckin' kitties. I ain't no kitty.

[ He leans back a little and folds his arms across his chest. ]

And what triggered such curiosity?

[His response is a little delayed. Strong Taurus arms folding across chest hurghsdfghkl what were they talking about again?]

...Where you at?

[ He's being ignored. Sad part is? Tavros is used it.

He shrugs. ]

I can meet you in the cafeteria, if you want? Whatever. We can meet anywhere.

[He learns forward.]

How 'bout somewhere all what's a little bit fuckin' more private?

[ .............................. oh. ]

Private, huh? Okay, let's see-

[ He had a place on mind, but it's not really ... private. Oh well. ]

Floor thirty-eight. Sounds good?

Thirty-eight? Motherfuckin' exhibitionist?

[Referring to the floor's entirely glass walls, Gamzee cannot rest at morning unless he thoroughly embarrasses his counterpart.]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

We still need to talk about your curiosity with blood.

Ughhhh!

[In a dashing act of maturity, Gamzee slams his fist down on the terminal desk. WHY SO FUCKING STUBBORN ALL THE TIME!?]

FUCKING LATER!!!

Thirty-eight, Fudgepudge.

[With that, he disconnects. He doesn't have the energy to listen to more bitching. He'll be sitting on Floor 38. Don't make him wait, Nitram.]

[ Tavros stares at the screen with the most wicked yet satisfied smirk ever.

Of course, he would only put on such faces when the highblood is around to see it! It would be a total shame if Gamzee found out that his rage tantrums, when they are not aiming toward the bloody-murder territory, are actually entertaining the lowblood.

Still, he's not going to push him any further. Tavros knew when to back off, or ... maybe he didn't. Whatever. He's off to the promised floor and he makes it in time.

It was getting close to the dark hours, so the floor isn't as crowded, but he's pretty sure it's not what the highblood had in mind. Tavros regains some calm before he approached his matesprit, still hovering around. ]

See? It's not so bad in here.

Edited 2013-01-17 03:08 (UTC)

[It was so bad in here. For fuck's sake, he knew Tavros wouldn't go for this. It wasn't as crowded as it was during the day, sure, but people still like to hang out in the lounge at night. It would be pretty hard to miss two giant trolls going at it no matter where they made the attempt.]

[As he heard Tavros' voice, Gamzee whirled around, looking the kind of upset that wasn't quite into murder territory. Yet.]

This ain't gonna fucking work, you little brat.

Makara.

[ He gets close enough to point an accusing finger at Gamzee's nose. Maybe going as far as poking at it as he spoke. ]

It took me sweeps to get you into accepting the idea of underwear. Don't act all modest now. It doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm not really here for that!

[ He lands on his feet, wings fluttering a few times before dropping to his sides. Considering the height difference, Tavros had to, literally, roll his head back for a proper eye-contact.

He stretched his arms forward, reaching out for the cranky highblood. ]

Come 'ere.

[The boop on his nose was like a shut-off switch for all brain power. He couldn't concentrate on Tavros' face - not when there were arms and legs and muscles working in perfect unison to maneuver this brownblood around. ...Wait. His head snapped up.]

I meant it all ain't gonna jive for your ass, motherfucker! I don't give two flying motherfucking shits on who the fuck be present when I--

[Ugh. It was so hard to work up a good fury when Tavros' arms were stretched out to him like that. Gamzee's red quadrants were, honestly, the only thing that made him feel like himself. The only ropes keeping him tied to the ground for all these sweeps.]

[He'd do you one better. Grabbing Tavros under the arms, it took a bit of strength to lift the guy back up to eye-level before Gamzee brought him to his chest. He kept him supported with an arm across the waist, running the fingers of his free hand across a folded wing before wordlessly pressing his face to the crook of his neck.]

You're right. I'm not really into that kind of thing.

[ Tavros inhaled softly, curling his arms around Gamzee's broad shoulders, trying to go through the mess of hair without getting tangled in their web. It was a half-successful attempt, but he managed to get a proper embrace out of it.

Soon after, Tavros' legs joined the action, and he was basically clinging to his matesprit. Good news: Gamzee didn't need to support his weight anymore. Bad news: He looks ridiculous.

Who cares. ]

You are awfully irascible today ...

[ He adds nothing to it, as if he expected Gamzee to get the hint and confess to whatever he was planning to do. ]

[Good. Legs around the waist. That meant that Gamzee could stop actually trying to hold Tavros up, and instead switch tactics to look like he was trying to hold him up. The advantage the latter offered him was that he could get both hands on the lowblood's ass and still manage to look somewhat helpful. He did no lifting at all, focused too intently on grabbing some booty.]

Say that all as often as it motherfucking occur and you'll be running outta fuckin' words up in no time, motherfucker.

[Gamzee was always cranky. The fuck has Tavros been?]

Ain't grown into nothing but all some sorry ass motherfuckin' belligerent gangsta, I fuckin' have.

[He grins, fangs now nipping at the skin where he'd had his head resting.]

[ He chuckled bitterly. He was right about that, but Tavros didn't care about his temper tantrums. He was worried about a lot of other things, the whole 'not being honest' is on the lead right now.

Perhaps when he was younger, he preferred the idea of ignoring things, but he is pretty fucking tired of this shit by now. The lack of communication is killing him.

But, what can he do about it? I mean- Gamzee is an adult now. He couldn't keep pushing him into things he is uncomfortable with. So, again, Tavros had no other choice but to back off. Drop the subject. Even when he knew there is something terribly wrong going on.

With a tired sigh, he pats on his back shoulders. You win this round, Makara. Enjoy it. ]

... Yeah. Well, we change when we grow up. That's how things go, right?

Edited 2013-01-18 12:13 (UTC)

[Good. That's how it should be. Just free your mind of any probing questions, any suspicions, and it'll all go right as the mother fucking rains.]

[Just because Gamzee was obsessed with hiding things didn't mean that he didn't still care about Tavros. In fact, it was completely the opposite. Though he would never say it, the influence of his ancestor had given him uneasiness and irrational anger about the caste of his red quadrants. It wasn't something that would deter him from pitying them with every fiber of his being, but it made him angry, like a stubborn, spoiled child. They deserved better. They deserved to be higher. They deserved to have the swill in their veins replaced with something purer.]

[The distress in Tavros' tone was evident. Gamzee pulled his face away from biting at his collarbones to bump noses.]

Bitches change all the fuckin' time, brother. Not just when they's up and done with growin'. Just 'cause that be the way shit go down don't much at all mean what I be feeling in this pump biscuit mine be any different than what it all was at sweeps ago.

[His expression softened, anger quelled for now by the warm body pressed against him.]

[ Tavros groaned a little upon getting their noses all squished against each other. He knew Gamzee is about to toss some charming words at him and get himself out of it clean. It annoyed Tavros because keeping himself from smiling was nearly impossible.

He bites the inside of his cheek, and he waits for a few seconds to collect himself before dealing with the highblood. ]

It's not a healthy way of handling things, Gamzee.

[ Yeah, he said he will drop the subject, but it didn't mean it's all forgotten. Still, It didn't stop Tavros from leaning in for a quick kiss, and out of habit- he brought his hand over to curl some of Gamzee's hair behind his ear. It was far more challenging as they grew older, but he enjoyed doing it regardless.

Except, his little act of affection exposed a few things. It appears to be some ... bruises around Gamzee's neck? Tavros raised an eye eyebrow, getting closer for a proper look. ]

[Gamzee swallowed, hunching his shoulders uncomfortably and hoisting Tavros up a little - as if he was losing his grip on the boy. Tavros had been doing all the work, so the action was more a distraction than anything else.]

Maybe I'll fuckin' be all handling it differentways, then.

[He cleared his throat, shaking his head to knock the hair from behind his ear and back over his neck.]

[ And Tavros is going to push the hair out of the away again, a bit roughly, and keeps it there.

He looks at Gamzee straight in the eye. ]

What the fuck is this?

[Fuck.]

Gave some fuckin' blood. It's all good, bro.

[Have a smile.]

[ Tavros takes a moment to- No, fuck this. He's not going to do the whole 'calm yourself before reacting bullshit'. Not this fucking time! Gamzee didn't deserve it.

First course of action, pull the fuck away. Which he did, wings fluttering rapidly, and if that wasn't a clear hint of his rage building up, maybe the tone of voice will do a better job. ]

Do you really think I'm that fucking stupid?!

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