Although it was already almost noon Gamzee still wasn't off work and it was starting to kick his ass. The morning guy was sick so... Just a few more minutes. Gamzee watched the clock closely. The seconds ticked by like minutes, it was horrifying. And then it was time to leave, he practically raced home, and the first thing he did was grab a smoke, just a regular one. His dealer wouldn't come till later.
Meanwhile, Tavros was wheeling back into the house, having figured Gamzee would have found himself plans and would be out. Enough time to just, maybe grab a bite to eat before locking himself in his room. Tavros wanted to stay out of the other male's way. He wouldn't want to be a bother.
Gamzee heard the familiar sound of wheels on lineolium. "Tav?" he called out into the house, going towadrs the source of the noise. "Hey bro..." he felt guilt transcend down upon him. Oh moutherfucking god, what had he done? He had, well shit. "Uh...you hungry? I can make you something." he mumbles.
Oh wow, he was already back. Shit! Plan was backfiring! Out of surprise, Tavros wheeled backwards desperately, bumping into the table. "Gamzee! I, uh, yeah, I mean, no," he stuttered out, avoiding any eye locking at all. 'God, you're stupid! He probably doesn't even wanna look at you right now, get outta there!' By inwardly yelling at himself, he was making himself even more anxious and jittery. "It's fine, thanks, I'll leave, bye!"
"You don't to all up and motherfucking leave. I'll just go sit in a motherfucking corner or something." Makara speaks harshly, sure he felt bad but...he was being treated like a motherfucking monster. He shakes his head then walks away, there was still guilt, but hey whatever, "Oh and you might want to stay in your room! Serket's coming over later!" he shouts back at the nervous boy.
He wasn't leaving the house, only holing himself up. But just how the words were spat, Tavros could feel a sort of variation of anger welling up in his chest. Even if there was a smidge of moisture in his eyes again, it wasn't misery this time. "I will! Thank you!" he shouted right back, slamming the door the second the last wheel was in the clear. What'd he do to deserve this? Why were they shouting at each other now? It didn't make any goddamn sense! But who cared? Tavros didn't! Gamzee was the only one who didn't push him around, or toy with his feelings, but. But. "Everything changes," he mumbled to himself, spinning himself in a small circle.
Okay, he had gone too far. That wasn't fair to him... Not at all. Well, that's a motherfucking fantastic dish you were dealt. When there is a quick angry tap on the door, Gamzee wastes no time going to it. Okay, maybe he wasted a little time starting at Tav's door but, he still got there everntually and opened the door. "Hey motherfucker." was out his mouth before he even saw who it was.
Karkat was still wrapped in his blanket as he shifted at the doorstep, pushing through to step inside. "Hi," he growled. Shit this really was more awkward than he thought it'd be. But there was no point in making it seem like that. Why not just pretend like nothing happened at all? That was a good plan. Perfect. Flawless. "Captor made me pick up this game for Tavros. Ugh. Is he here or like what? You don't have him tied up in the closet do you? I always did take you for one sick, kinky fuck." Yeah, go ahead and do that. Make sexual insults. That's not a bad idea, or anything.
"Man bro, calm your tits. He's in his room doing god knows what." Gamzee gestured at the door and shook his head. He really wish he had pot right now, that would bring some sweet relief. "But hey motherfucker, you look pretty damn cute all cuddled up in your blanket like that. Wanna be my motherfucking teddy bear?"
He shook his head out quickly, flustering. Maybe Gamzee seriously didn't remember? With how fucked up his brain was, Karkat couldn't be too sure. "Yeah, sure, whatever." Moving quickly, game in hand, he made it to Tavros' door turning the knob only to be restricted access.
"Go away!"
Karkat was taken aback by the sudden volume. "Whoa chucklefuck, it's just me. I have your dumbass game. With a flush of embarrassment, Tavros swung open the door, taking the package sheepishly. "Sorry about that... Uh, thanks, Karkat."
"Yeah." Turning to walk away, Karkat halted to look over his shoulder. "Hey, we're not really going out or anything disgusting and romantic like that. So, yeah. Anyway." The silence was uncomforting and cold, and both of the males shifted in the hallway.
"Than-"
"There's my little weakling!" Called a sickeningly sweet voice. Wasting no time, Vriska took the handles of Tavros' wheelchair, pushing past Karkat with no mercy, and dangerously riding her way to the living room. "Bahaha!" Her chortling was nonstop until she leapt off, landing next to Gamzee and letting the chair go where it wanted.
"Oof!" the poor boy grunted, knocking into the wall. Karkat had jogged over, checking to see if Tavros was alright.
"Ugh, what's Vantas doing here? Is this a freakshow gathering or what?"
"Obviously. The main event just showed up," Karkat hissed, providing a barrier as Nitram tried to sheepishly escape the scene. But a certain juggalo was blocking his path.
"Er, whoops, sorry," he quickly apologized, praying they didn't have to argue with company over.
Gamzee over watched the whole ordeal with a sort of sick fascination. In a little bit of a daze himself. Even being sober he tranced. So when Tavros rolled up and spoke to him, he didn't acknowledge it for a while. After several minutes though of awkwardness on Tavros' part, did Gamzee realize. "Oh whoops sorry bro." he moved aside. Broken from his trance, noticed the annoying voices of two people arguing. Casting a glare at them, "Vriska. Let's hurry this up. I've been sober all day and last night. And it sucks motherfucker." with the words he went into the kitchen to grab the cookie jar he kept his weed in and brought it to the livingroom. "I have some extra money too, so lets add something extra on top, hm?" he murmured, pulling out his wallet and extracting a wad of cash he'd been saving up since the last exchange.
With a quick nod, Tavros clumsily made it past him, though stopped to watch the two. "Oh no no, Tavvy, don't go!" The female cried, elegantly shoving a palm into Karkat's face before leaping over the table. Her eager eyes sparkled through her glasses as watched the money, wrapping her arms around the boy in the wheelchair. "What exactly did you have in mind, to top it all off?" The words were said with a wink as she sunk to breath in Tavros' ear. Oh goodness, he was the most fun. He was already squirming.
"Serket, lay offa him," Karkat warned dangerously, watching the poor kid wiggle about helplessly, mouthing pleas of help.
"Watcha gonna do about it?" She teased, pecking Tavros on the cheek.
"I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't cut that nasty shit out!"
"Do your worst, weakling. You can't stop the binds of truuue love!" Suddenly, she was distracted again. "Oh, Gamzeeee! I actually got you something new I thought you'd might like to try. It's gourmet or some shit. I'll make it regular price this time." Reluctantly, Vriska peeled herself from the Taurus, only to toss Gamzee the backpack she'd brought. "Ooh, Tavros, have you ever practiced kissing with an actual person? You know, my lips are always open if you need someone..."
Gamzee looked through the bag. "Do you have any extras I can buy anyway?" he pulls out the bags and looks at them closely. But when she says that his head snaps up. "What are you..." his voice was low and dangerous, but he stopped talking. He just smiled wide instead. "I have five-hundred extra. Give me the strongest shit that can buy, hm?"
"Damn! Just for extra? Lay it down, here, I think I've got exactly what you're looking for." Taking the backpack back, she opened a smaller compartment, and pulled out a little baggy of white powder along with two capsules of a lemony colored liquid. "It's not your regular stuff, but it's strong as hell." Passing them along, she smirked. "Unless you wanted the strongest of your regular stuff? I have some of that too. Of course, that offer still stands..." Vriska trailed off, mischievously glancing at Tavros again. "Fairy boy for the whole backpack."
Gamzee looked up at her and handed her the money. "So, what the hell is this percisely?" he brings the pills up to look at them. And then at the powder. "If you cheated me, I swear." he sets it down again and piles the drugs into the cookie jar, beside one bong, which he lights almost immediately and puts it to his lips. "Okay. See you next month Serket."
"Wait wait wait!" The girl says, shaking a finger while stuffing the money into her backpack. "I'm not only here for you, bum. I needed to ask Tavros about our plans tonight."
"Plans?"
"Yes, our plans silly! The ones we made about you spending the night?"
"Uh, I don't remember ever makin-" With a subtle 'shh,' Vriska put a finger to his lips before leaning in to peck him on the nose. Tavros blushed wildly, unable to even stutter.
"That's enough, Serket!" Karkat snarled. "Get your disgusting ass the hell out of here." She rolled her eyes and groaned, grinning as she made her way to the door.
"See ya, losers! Bye sweetcheeks." Blowing a kiss, she was off.
Karkat was shaking his head at what had just happened, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Christ she's so persistent, it's horrifying. Gamzee? Really? You just bought that shit and you're already lighting it up? Jesus! And I'm not letting you even touch whatever it is you bought!"
"PCP," Tavros muttered.
"What?"
"N-nothing, ignore me. Uh, I'll, leave you two alone to do, whatever, or, yeah."
Gamzee was positively fuming by the time Vriska had left, how dare she touch Tavros and even... "C'mon bro. I bought it..." and while Karkat was distracted Gamzee swept the cookie jar away and put it away, no it's high resting shelf. Then reented the living room, taking a swig off his bomb. "You don't need to motherfucking leave~" The marijuana felt so nice reentering his system. Like a long lost friend. And things seemed to already be getting hazy. Man, this shit is dank.
Gamzee's words... They were suddenly so sweet sounding, slowly becoming more and more sugarcoated. It was familiar and airy, and Tavros smiled. "I guess, if, it's okay with you, Karkat."
Karkat scoffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at the clown. "It's fine," he said through gritted teeth, stomping to retrieve his blanket before sweeping it around himself. "Fantastic, Gamzee, now you're back to being your regular asshole self. Fan fucking tastic." Throwing himself, Karkat landed on the couch, merely to recollect warmth before getting on with his way. "Ugh, I feel like an idiot for asking, but keep your agendas cleared for Saturday night." With no further comment, he leaned into the armrest, huffing. He'd completely forgotten about the headache, and now that things had settled down, it was slowly returning.
"Aight motherfucker." Gamzee murmured. "You guys up for some grub? Don't know bout you guys, but I'm starving. Imma make...some shit." he murmurs and pats Nitram's head before going into the kitchen and scouring the cabinents and fridge for edible things. Hm...a carrot...and some soy sauce...ooh some motherfucking BBQ...huh and little motherfucking weenies. That sounds good, "Hm...knife, knife." Makara says, sings really as he locates the sharp metallic object.
"I don't trust you alone with pointed implements," Karkat called, peeking up and getting out of his comfortable position with the heaviest of sighs. Tavros laughed once, amused, and followed after Vantas.
"They're in the second drawer, uh, Gambro?" Tavros was still working out nicknames for his room mate. With a light smack, Karkat twapped Tavros on the back of the head, giving a glare. Tavros' eyes were wide and slightly vacant, unsure of what offense he'd committed.
"Gross, the hell is that?" Contorting his face, Karkat moved away from the odd assortment of ingredients. "Shit, I have to get home. My show's on in a couple of minutes. Talk to you assholes later. Gamzee, Tavros is now your replacement teddybear. Happy fuckery."
"M'kay bro, see you all up and later and shit." Gamzee murmurs, grabbing a butcher knife from directed drawer. Then looked at the variety of ingredients. "Hey Tav, whaddya feel about ordering out? Some motherfucking pizza? Mmm." and already he was moving towards the phone.
"Yeah!" he chirped in response. "That sounds really good. Er, if you want to eat some anyway." With a comfortable smile, he moved out of the small kitchen, making space. This tiny house was really unaccommodating to his bulky chair, but the two made it work. "What kind of pizza do you want? I can, call I guess."
"Man a little bit of this and little bit of that is all motherfucking right." he went to follow Tavros, but stopped at the fridge to grab a Faygo. "Man, tonight, we're gonna be all partyin' and shit like man we got some motherfucking pizza. And some motherfucking Faygo. Now all we need, is a movie. Then we'll have a nice moutherfucking night." Gamzee rambles as he goes into the living room and takes a seat on the semi-small couch, but still poised to help Tav if he needed it.
Tavros slowly made his way over, hesitating in whether he should sit or not. Someone had to get the pizza, didn't they? Deciding he could simply heave himself back up, he hoisted himself to sit beside the other, staring at the blank television set. "So, what movie do you want to watch? Or show, there's some, good series that I've heard of. You know, it'd be like, an extra long partying night. Aha."
"Man, I'm cool with any motherfucking thing bro, as long as I'm here with you." Gamzee grinned then looked over at his friend. Well, man he was still motherfucking hungry. Gazmee stands and fetches the phone and sits down again. "So what kind of epic motherfucking pizza you want, Tavbro?" he asked already dialing the number, he often got ahead of himself.
"Anything you're in the mood for, I guess, is fine. Oh but, you're ordering, crap, uh, something with meat on it," he rambled out hurriedly. Anxiety was always a thing he felt whenever ordering pizza, or someone asking his opinion. Those two combined made Tavros a little jittery. Reeling through his brain for movies, he honestly couldn't think of any, and instead combed the shelf they had stacked with them. And various games too. Frustrated he wasn't able to see them all, he took a deep breath, readying to return to the chair. "Here, I'll choose a movie in a moment."
Gamzee nodded his head in acknowledgement of Tavros' statment then made his order. "I would like some Pepporoni pizza with uh extra cheese, and smoe some of those motherfucking parmesean stick things. LIke, ya know? Yeah yeah some of those. And uh that's it here's my credit card number xxxxxxxxxxxxx uh huh uh huh thank you." he hangs up then stands and goes to the movie shelf. "Let's see. I'll name a few and you pick? Sounds motherfucking good bro? Let's see...hmmmm."
"Sounds like a plan, hah!" Tavros relaxed back into the sofa, grateful that he didn't have to pull up his body weight yet again, for the third time in five minutes. Wondering for a moment, Tavros figured it was safe to sort of, just a little bit, lean on Gamzee's side. Chickening out, he quickly shifted, laying down in the opposite direction.
"Hm okay. Let's see... well let's start with a more basic question." he cocks his head, what was he in the mood for. "How bout a romcom? I think I'm in the mood for a bit of a romantical brew, hm? Let's see. There's...How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days or...Friends with Benefits?" he looks back up at his bro with a grin.
"Oh, uh, romcoms, sure." He muttered the words out, nodding, a grimace passing over his face at the thought of Karkat again. But no, no thinking about that! "I haven't seen Friends with Benefits yet, so, let's go with, that one." Looked like now he would actually have to get up. Executing the move with a little more difficulty than usual, he glided over to the stack, searching through. "It's been a while since we've, just hung like this," Tavros murmured, pulling the disc out and watching the dvd player engulf it.
"Yeah, too motherfucking long." Gamzee then scooped his bro from his chair and carried him to the couch with himself. Holding him in his lap. "I missed you. But I'm motherfucking here now bro." he wrapped his arms around Tav's waist, holding him to him. Being all up and cuddly and shit.
"Agh, b-but you didn't go anywhere, silly," he muttered, playing with his hands and twiddling his thumbs. It was warm and friendly, like a long hug. Even if, even if Gamzee didn't feel the same way, this friendship was better than nothing. It was second best, and Tavros could live with that. Returning it, Tavros wrapped his arms around Gamzee's neck, just for a moment, before retreating.
Gamzee smiled lazily at Tavros, and then the doorbell rand and Gamzee slid him onto the couch. "I motherfucking got it." he says as he trots over to the door and retrieves his prepaid pizza and breadsticks. Then goes back to the living room, settting it on Tavros' lap, he himself sat and opened up the box. "Mmmm."
Peering over the top of the box, he peeked in, the smell wafting up. "Yum." Moving the box aside, Tavros took a piece for himself, really only able to scarf down one. Well, he did force himself half of a second, but that didn't really count. Settling back, his eyes settled on the movie. Who was acting in it again? What was happening? Why did he say that?
After engorging himself with pizza Gamzee felt an unfmailiar but familiar sense of yearning. He wanted to kiss tav, and he wanted to do it now. He slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to the others. "God I love you." and then you might blame it on narcolepsy or the ffact he hadnt slept in two days. But at that moment. He just passed out. Quite a shame really. Lost smut.
Tavros had been furrowing his eyebrows, still trying so hard to make sense of the movie. He could feel Gamzee shifting, ever so slightly. Tavros shifted as well, unsure of if maybe the clown was uncomfortable. But no. It was like he was leaning to whisper something. Staring off distractedly, Tavros shook his head once. "Hmm-!" His brown eyes shimmered with shock, face blanketed a rosy red. There was nothing to say. Not anymore anyway, someone was snoring on his chest. "Gamzee?" Tav asked, shaking the clown slightly. "Uh, you should probably go to bed. Gamzee?" Yeah, he wasn't waking up. And Tavros couldn't move. But. That was perfectly fine. Being a pillow, for this, uh, specific person. It was a dream come true.
