Looking over to the Doctor a bit worriedly, he gave a inquiring churr, getting nothing but a reassuring pat in return for his anxiousness as the sound of approaching pawsteps became audible, padding over the fallen, lilac leaves with a soft crackle as the other troll approached. Minutes later, a tall indigoblood who looked a lot like him, having near the same horns but far bigger, padded into view, stopping as he glared up at them, teeth bared in a silent growl behind his facepaint. Tail whipping back and forth behind him, he shifted on large dappled paws, arms crossed on a broad chest as the troll waited for something to happen, Gamzee all but seizing up at the scary sight. Before he could so much as make a distress cry in hopes of attracting someone willing to help him, the Doctor had knelt, pulling him off his shoulder and giving him a little push down the enbankment.
Squeaking loudly, he quickly hit the ground, shaking himself off before looking up to meet imposing indigo eyes the same shade as his own, staring up with a soft elder dropped down to a crouch to get a better look at the tiny grub, still not making a single sound as his feral expression softened very slightly, reaching out with one ashen hand and scooping Gamzee up with little effort, hindclaws digging into the dirt in the room like it was real life. The bigger troll's nose wrinkled slightly, testing the air before smiling faintly, snarl disappearing as he recognized the scent similar to his own. His eyes suddenly glowing purple, flashing slightly, Gamzee squeaked when suddenly a deep voice sounded in his head.
"So, you're a little motherfucking Makara too? Look at all these miracles just flooding the world up, huh?" spoke the voice, the tiny changes in the painted troll's expression informing the grub that this was indeed him talking. The slam of a door was audible, and Gamzee looked over to find Doctor gone and the steel door locked and closed once again.
"Name's Kurloz. Guess they're havin' me take care of you, little bro." came the voice once more, tone exasperated and mildly irritated by the thought. "A troll as a lusus; who'dve thought, huh? Not this here motherfucker, that's for sure and fucking certain." Kurloz groaned slightly,settling back so he was sitting on the ground, tail lashing as his paws curled slightly, examining the grub staring right back at him. Gamzee hesitated before offering him a crooked smile, waving as he'd done earlier and letting out a stream of curious squeaking, determined to find out what was going on here. Where was the Mother Grub? Why was his dancestor serving as lusus? None of it made sense to him, but apparently the grub's squeaking and chirping made even less sense to Kurloz as he dissolved into silent laughter, the only sound quiet gasping noises as his broad shoulders shook with mirth.
"Fraid I don't speak grub, lil bro." Kurloz chuckled lowly, rubbing behind one of Gamzee's goatesque ears and smiling at the purr he managed to get. "Well, if I'm raising you, looks like we'll have to motherfucking get our teach on. What'dya say, kid?" he questioned, standing up as he held the tiny descendant close, tail sweeping aside leaves as he looked around before trotting deeper into the blue trunked trees. Gamzee did his best to ignore the fact that he could see the building still around them in this room, trying to concentrate on the fact that this felt far more right than the rough cloth over his still soft indigo carapace, black legs digging into Kurloz's tough, ashen skin just slightly, not hard enough to really do much more than prick. "Good enough." the elder replied, moving deep into the 'forest'.