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Gamzee Makara was puzzled. Due to previous events, that feeling is justified, he believes.
"Well, motherfuck." He scratched his head in disbelief, confused as to why the door was just slammed in his face. Deciding to try again, he knocked a few more times then stepped back for the person to see him through the peephole. It's awkward standing alone in the hallway with clown makeup on at seven pm but he doesn't really think so. So he simply stood there waiting for the person he now was sure was on the other side of the door.
Meanwhile on the other side of the door, Karkat Vantas was pressed against it, glaring through the peephole.
What does this guy want? Who sent him? Why?
It took a second for Karkat to get his bearings straight and realize he was acting like someone from one of his friend's cliché Nic Cage movies.
...
He's got to stop watching those with him.
After making that mental note, Karkat continued scrutinizing the man standing outside his apartment.
He was dressed in baggy pants with a t-shirt that read 'no' in a dark blue lettering. His hair wasn't too bad, but was a mess that must be hell to comb. The oddest thing about him wasn't how sloppily dressed he was, but the clown makeup he wore. Karkat barely had any time to notice it while he was walking back and forth through the hallway to move in. He still didn't have that great of a view from the peephole what with then guy constantly looking around.
What could he possibly want?
Karkat pressed his ear against the door to listen if the guy planned on walking away or not. For a while he believed he had walked off until there was a pounding against the other side of the door again, Karkat pulled his head back and held his now wildly beating eardrum.
"What the fuck does this fuckass want?!" He hissed, releasing his ear. Karkat began to twist the knob when he suddenly came to the realization that now would be the time to run and hide in the bathroom. After a short debate, Karkat said 'fuck it' and pulled the door open to reveal a surprised looking clown.
"What?" The clown looked almost nervous when faced with the tone in Karkat's voice.
"Uh," Karkat narrowed his gaze and the clown seemed to shrink a little.
"Look, sorry about that. Hello." Karkat decided to start over. The guy wouldn't say a word otherwise. Clearly Karkat did something right. The man on the other side of the threshold smiled a bit and stuck out his hand for not a high five or a handshake, but a fist bump.
Weird.
"Hi, I'm Gamzee. I just moved in and thought it'd be cool to all up n' introduce myself to my new neighbors. What's your name?" Karkat narrowed his gaze again– wondering just what kind of introduction that was.
"Hi Gamzee. I'm Karkat. Welcome to the building I guess." Karkat made to awkwardly fist bump the guy– Gamzee apparently.
"Karbro, got it."
"I said Kark–"
"Oh, hey my pie." Gamzee turned a bit away from Karkat before looking at him again with obvious new intentions. "I'm being rude. You wanna come on over and get your fuckin' munch on?"
Karkat merely stared at the guy. What the hell kind of offer was that? Karbro? 'Munch on'? He was hungry. But he just met this guy. As far as he could tell, he didn't smell like drugs so he probably didn't even put any in it. But still... "No thanks, I'm not hun–"
Grumble
Oh fuck. His stomach pulled the classic 'let me growl during this crucial moment' cliché. Gamzee smirked in a lopsided fashion. "You sure bro? It's apple."
...
Ffffuuuucccckkkk. Well now he had no choice. Karkat frowned before muttering a quick 'yeah, sure, what the fuck ever.'. He pulled the door to his apartment close then strolled across the hall into the clowns apartment.
"I got it from that bakery across the street. The lady told me to put it in the oven before eatin' it so I'm not sure if I burnt it or whatever or if it's gonna taste like what I'm used to with my pies but trying new stuff is bitchtits awesome, right?"
"Ahuh, yeah." Karkat hardly looked around the room, only aiming for the pie he smelt somewhere past the living room.
That was the original plan.
Until he stepped on a horn.
It started with a honk.
Karkat took one wrong step and ended up causing a clown horn to go off. Adrenaline rushed through him as he jumped up and landed on another horn. "HOLY HONKING SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!" He all but escaped the horns as he began jumping on other ones in attempt to get away from the original violator.
"Oh sorry, bro, fuckin' forgot to warn you. I'm so used to them." Karkat held his chest where his heart was beating erratically.
"How the fuck do you get used to those infernal things?"
"I've had them all for a while."
Karkat followed further behind the clown and past the living room. As soon as he was in the kitchen, he took a seat at the island facing the living room again. That was when he noticed how bad the apartment was. Walking in, it didn't look so bad, but from Karkat's place in the kitchen, it was a nightmare.
From his seat, he had the perfect view of all the clown posters, the dried and possibly wet pain, the horns, and the soda bottles. How the fuck did he manage to make such a mess so fast? Karkat could only imagine what the clown's actual room was like.
Because he would never go that far into the apartment and that was a promise.
"Here you go bro. Right out the oven." The smell of apple pie inching closer to his face was enough to take Karkat's mind off the messy room. Gamzee handed Karkat a plate with a neat slice of pie on it.
It looked so fucking good.
So he ate it.
Gamzee watched in mild amusement as the teen across from him devoured the baked good. It was only when Karkat noticed the amusement did he actually make polite small talk with Gamzee.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?"
Okay, small talk.
"Huh?" Came the unprepared response.
"Why the fuck did you offer me pie instead of the other way around?"
"You didn't have any objections when you were getting your munch on."
"Yeah, because I was getting free pie. Free pie is the shit."
"Then what's the problem?"
Karkat locked his jaw. "The problem is I want to know why you just let me into your apartment and gave me free pie. Do you want something in return? Because, fuck, you don't just go around handing out pie without wanting something back." Karkat placed his elbows on the table and stared into Gamzee's eyes, trying hard to break him.
It worked in a way, Karkat likes to think...
"...I wanted to make friends then. Maybe we could be friends?" The awkward reply and query all flowed out Gamzee's mouth as if he had been ready to say it but just didn't know how. He seemed nervous yet hopeful. Like he wanted Karkat's friendship.
Needless to say, Karkat wasn't expecting the clown to want friendship. Nonetheless, his.
So when Gamzee answered his question and brought up a new one, he couldn't help but not know what to say. All that he could think of was how weird this guy was, how random he was, how different he is.
...
In that moment, something within that entire apartment building changed. The scale of ordinary people living inside it versus the only different one was thrown out of balance the moment the clown set foot inside it. Gamzee's originality was enough to make up for the similarities of everyone else within the building.
Karkat realized that the second he agreed to be Gamzee's friend.
Hello :D first thing; thanks for reading yet again.
I'm not too sure about this chapter, just writing it and reading it back seemed so awkward. The dialogue and Gamzee and Karkat's meeting was really weird. :p opinions? They are appreciated and read with smiles and stuff of that nature :]