Oh fuck now he was going to start ranting about miracles and shit. "Fine, anything to shut you the fuck up" Karkat caved in, rolling his eyes as he moved towards the supply closet and picked up a random canvas, not really caring what size he took since either way it was going to turn out horrendous.
He pulled it out of the closet and set it up as best he could without making it look like a half-thinkpanned wriggler had decided to just throw it on there for fun. He then glanced around, grabbing a few random cans of paint that were just laying on the floor nearby, and a brush he found on a shelf, and then paused, wondering what the fuck it was exactly he planned to paint.
Though he wouldn't show Karkat, a small smirk of triumph twitched at the corner of his lips, as he turned back to his painting, dipping a brush in first the purple color, highlight the thinner part of the waves and water, before selecting a blue for the deeper, darker parts. He then used those colors to highlight the shadows, and accents, and it was in this manner that he continued. Brightening some of the existing colors, or blending them with simple swirling.
Karkat's eyes flickered over to watch Gamzee paint, trying to figure out exactly how to go about this in a way that didn't involve just flicking colors wherever he damn well pleased. Finally he just gave up, and started painting random lines, forming a stick person out of jade green paint, and then slowly adding... rather crappy details to it, frowning the entire time. He was so awful at this it wasn't even funny.
A small amount of time passed like that. It was peaceful, a hummed tune coming from Gamzee as he went about his work. Before brows wrinkled and a small frown came over his lips. Did he not grab any teal? Indigo eyes scanning the paint cans at his feet, but not finding the color he sought. Silently he set his palette down turning to the rolling shelf close by, and scanning the lables for the one he desired. Nothing, though he was near positive that he had seen it. Face briefly twisted in confusion, he went over the shelf a second time... still nothing. Well damn, where was it? "Best friend, can I bother you for a fucking minute. The teal is getting some serious hiding going, and I'm having some issues with seeking."
Karkat put the paintbrush down on the little wooden holder at the bottom of the canvas of his incredibly shitty painting, and then moved over towards where Gamzee was scanning the shelves. He raised up one hand, and used his sleeve to wipe some sweat away from his brow, dammit it was hot in here compared to outside.
"Yeah just hold on a second" He replied, slipping his jacket off, now clad in a very old T-shirt with his caste symbol plastered over his chest in colorless grey. he threw the Jacket off to the side, and free of it now, began to search through the paint cans. He was assuming that the colors they were stained with were the colors they had inside, so he was really just looking for a blob of teal on one of the cans.
Gamzee smiled a thanks, taking the otherside of the shelf in the search for the elusive teal paint can. The Capricorn started from the bottom up, skimming over the can's for the one he sought. When his gaze returned to the top shelf, he blinked. There in the front row, was the teal can. Oh, oops. He laughed to himself reaching up to grab the can, and parting his lips to declare that it had been found... until he reached a bit to far, instead pushing the can backwards a few inches. There was the sound of other paint cans sliding, a scrape, and the next thing Gamzee was aware of, a massive slosh and squelch of pouring, dripping paint. The Capricorn sort of froze for a moment, blinking, before a few side-steps brought him to look on the other side of the shelf.
He had to bite the inside of his cheek, to keep from bursting out laughing.
Karkat sat on the floor, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth set in a very straight, hard line as he sat there, indigo toned paint dripping all over him from the bucket that now sat comfortably upturned on his head. For a few seconds, he just sat there as the paint dripped all over him, and then, at last, he moved.
Seemingly with all the calm in the world, he moved his hands upwards and pulled the bucket off his head, setting it on the ground next to him and then using his hands to try and wipe the paint away from his eyes so that he could open then and see, before he let loose all rage.
A small hesitant laugh came from Gamzee as he held his hands up, fingers limp as he took a single step back, "Uh... hey best friend. You know, that motherfucking color looks pretty wicked on you," and he gave a genuine smile.
The second Gamzee smiled at him, Karkat whipped a handful of dark paint at the other troll, a scowl on his face. "Shut the fuck up" He seethed, the paint practically boiling off his skin if rage was such a thing that could do that.
The Capricorn attempted a dodge, but was a tad on the slow side, as the glob spattered all up and down his front. There was a pause from Gamzee, and you could almost see the gears clunking in his mind. Before, a downright devious smirk pulled at the edge of his lips. Well, since they both already had paint on them. A light hum passed from the highblood as he briefly leaned down, dipping his hand in one of the paint buckets, before flicking it at Karkat and diving behind a desk for cover from whatever rage the Cancer might be about to bring forth, pulling a paint bucket with him, just in case before calling out, "There you go bro, now you got two love colors getting some cling with ya fresh out of their containment device!"
He was so not going to throw that paint back at oh fuck he did. Karkat just kinda sat there like an idiot as some more paint was flicked his way, hitting his chest and mixing with the purple. He scowled, quivering just a little bit from anger as he carefully stood up, trying not to slip on the paint around his feet as he tried to wipe some more off his face. This was so disgusting, and all he was doing was smearing it around.
That fucking bastard had thrown more paint at him like it was a fucking game. Fine, if the drunken sopor brained shit-fuck wanted a paint war, by gog, he was going to get one. Karkat, in a very ungraceful manner, grabbed the nearest bucket of paint (some shade of orange) and stalked over towards the table Gamzee had ducked behind, before pulling the lid off and dumping it upside down over the Capricorn's head, the scowl still on his face.
Gamzee blinked once as he felt an unfamiliar cool slop soak through the birds next that was his hair, before dripping and evenly coating his face. shoulders, and most of his upper half. He sort of just sat there for a moment, as it fully dawned on him what had just happened, before he brough on arm up, wiping it across his eyes to clear most of the paint, before slowly turning around and peering over the edge of the desk at Karkat. Before swinging his own yellow paint bucket upwards, freeing the content's in the Cancer's direction, while still holding onto said tin container.
Well damn, now he was out of ammo. He gave a smile in Karkat's direction, revealing his fang like teeth, before leaping for a second bucket, prying open the lid in the next movement, and giving a slightly more distracted toss of emerald tinted paint at the male. Silently he was pleased, his unspoken challenge had been accepted.
In the back of Karkat's mind, various things were being processed. Why the fuck was he doing this it was so retarded. Who the hell was going to be in charge of cleaning this mess up. And then a slight awareness that he was completely ruining one of the only sets of clothes he had.
He could really care less at this moment.
Instead, he could really only watch as a huge amount of yellow paint hit him right in the chest, splattering all over his arms and stomach, dripping down and mixing with the darker colored paint on his legs. He stood there for a second, still seething outwardly, and managed to dodge the smaller flick of green paint, mainly by sliding across the floor that was covered by the paint that managed to drip off both of them or generally missed. He slipped, ended up near the shelf, and grabbed a random bucket of brown.
Gamzee was fighting a small fit of laughter as he stumbled in a wide arch around Karkat, indigo eyes glancing from side to side in search of more 'ammo', "I'm sure we ca-woah," slip on some paint, "work this motherfucking out bro! Just ease the miracle bucket down, nice and happy like," damn, the Cancer was the closest beside a healthy supply of paint filled cans.
Karkat glared at Gamzee, snarl still over his face as he lay on the ground, hand tightened around the lid of the brown paint as his mind churned it over. After a few seconds, he decided it would be a better idea to just stop, stop this insanity right now with the paint and get cleaned up or something. So the snarl dropped, leaving a somewhat suspicious look behind as he snapped the brown paint closed, and tried to move up onto his feet without falling back down on his ass.
While Karkat was focusing on getting up, Gamzee was moving on too-quiet feet, navigating to come around at an angle. Oh, the Capricorn didn't have any paint cans at hand, but he was currently covered in still wet ammo. So once he was close enough, he lept in one smooth movement at the Cancer, unable to hide a small bout of laughter as it escaped from his chest, and contact was made.
Karkat had been, more or less, focused on standing up than Gamzee, so when the other troll suddenly leapt at him, he was knocked back down to the ground near effortlessly, laying on his back with Gamzee hugging on him above him. For a second, he seemed too shocked to say anything... and then...
"LET GO OF ME YOU STUPID FUCK WE ARE BOTH COVERED IN THIS SHIT AND IT'S FUCKING EVERYWHERE. OH JEGUS FUCKING GOGDAMMIT"
A laugh freely bubbled from Gamzee's, a playful growl following close behind, until-
"Should we... come back latuh?"
The Capricorn paused, blinking down at Karkat for a moment as if he had expected the somewhat familiar voice to have come from him, before a small squeak brought his attention to three well known highbloods at the door, all with a very noticeable blush tinting there cheeks, "Hey motherfuckers! Nah, it's all chi-"
"GAMZEE MAKARA WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERCIFUL MESSIAHS ARE YOU DOING ON TOP OF VANTAS!" That had come from a flush faced Valus, Tansis to the left, was sitting there with her hand over her mouth in a rather comical expression, and Jarren was making a point of looking at anything but the two of them. Because, oh gog Karkat had some mysterious indigo substance, amongst other colors on him, and without knowing the Cancer's color, any one of the shades on Gamzee could be- "THIS IS... is... oh my gog." and Valus was covering her face as her own thought process caught up to her.
Okay he was not going to sit here with Gamzee on top of him (why did that keep happening anyway?) with three other highbloods, ones he didn't like, staring. So he lifted up both arms (managing to get them out of Gamzee's grip) and shoved the other male away from him. "Get the hell off me!"
"Fuck, I have paint in my eyes and my ears and it's fucking everywhere" He muttered under his breath, attempting to clear some of it and doing absolutely no good.
Gamzee blinked at the pressure on his chest, moving with it and only discovering a moment later that it was Karkat shoving him off, seconds after the first thing the Cancer said registered in his think pan. He gave a small laughing small as he moved, head tilting in bewilderment at the still flushed faces of his other friends, before processing the second thing the Cancer said. With a small shrug at Valus, he stood, walking over to the sink and rinsing off his hands, pulling down one of the wash cloths and getting it moist, speaking over his shoulder as he did so, "What are you motherfuckers getting so embarrased about, shit's only paint, it'll wash off real easy."
Jarren finally looked down at the Capricorn, an exasperated snarl on his face, "Serious G-Zee, again wit teh fuckin' paint?" he rolled his eyes as Gamzee gave only a simple honk as his response, the Capricorn smiling as he returned to Karkat and offered the damp cloth.
"You really don't see it, do ya Gamgam?" questioned Tansis with a giggle, now staring, unblinking, and rather... blank at Karkat.
"See fuckin' what?"
Valus cleared her throat awkwardly, giving sa huffling to one side a bit, "Gamzee, there is various sorts of buckets lying around, and Vantas is primarily covered in an indigo substance, that to newly arrived pedestrians would seem like..." and she trailed off, her voice tight with the restraint to remain as calm as possible, shaking ever so slightly as the Grand Highblood's eyes continued to stare blankly at her. Before, finally, recognition filtered across his gaze.
Oh...
OH!
The thick layers of paint effectively masked the slight blush that tinted his cheeks, as Gamzee simply smiled at that. Because hey, it wasn't his fault that other motherfuckers were getting misconceptions running through their think pan. "Aw Val, it wasn't fuckin' like that. I accidentally got some knock down paint going on top of Karkat's pan, and then I thought he looked seriously bad ass cute with some wicked indigo getting some hugs going, that we'd add more colors to the miracle." Of course, this would logically end up in a miniature paint war.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Jarren's lips, "He's wha'?"
You could literally hear the slapping noise as Karkat's palm met with his face as the conversation continued. "You... did not just" He muttered again, shaking with rage as he raced away from the rest of the group. No, Gamzee did not just say that he looked 'bad ass cute with some wicked indigo getting some hugs going'. That was like, no, it WAS saying that he looked cute with indigo slime all over him.
He was so glad for the paint covering his face, it masked his face turning red rather well.
He wondered if it was at all possible to run out of here as quickly as possible and still maintain his dignity.