So about twenty minutes and four painkillers later, and Karkat found himself sitting on Gamzee's couch, his headache now only a dull throbbing (this more due to pain killers than anything else) with a cup of water in his hand as Gamzee went about... doing whatever the fuck he was doing. Looked like cooking, but Karkat... had little experience in that subject (rarely eating anyway and combining that with a habit to destroy whatever food he had a hand in making didn't fit together so well, it was like the kitchen of any household or living space just hated him). But he was pretty sure... that spreading flour and dough and various other ingredients all over the fucking place wasn't a normal part of the cooking process.
Seriously, how could anyone even make this huge of a fucking mess.
A thin layer of flour settled over the counters, patches of the tile floor, and yes, even on the cabinets. A light coating of the fluffy stuff laid across Gamzee's arms, and in small brushed on his face and in his hair. At one point he set the bowl with the batter down, and held his hand over the skillet, checking to see if it was radiating warmth, before with a satisfied hum, he came to one of the best part of making pancakes. The cooking portion.
Small doses of the batter were place on the heated skillet, the male whistling to himself as he waited until one side was cooked, before flipping the fluffy breakfast treat to cook on it's other side. A satisfied grin was on the male's lips, as the smooth scent of the butter milk treats wafted into the air, "Hey bro, you want some liquid gold on your fluffy miracle?"
"There is no way in hell I'm eating" Karkat answered simply, not even looking at Gamzee, but instead eying that huge mess he had made just... EVERYWHERE.
"You should brother, it'll help your head hammerings ease up on the slams. I'm putting sweet juicy fruit on it, get some wondrous hydration sprinkling through your veins. Growing happiness like star weeds," the Capricorn let a small laugh, as he set the first of two golden pancakes on a plate, picking up next the bowl of strawberries he had diced earlier, and laying them in an even spread over the top of the first. Then, he took the second pancake, and laid it on top of the first, effectively putting the strawberries in between the 'fluffy' miracles. "Last call for motherfucking golden liquid and whipping cream!"
Oh jegus christ why did that have to look so fucking delicious.
And how the hell did the pancakes actually come out looking okay after that horrendous mess? He frowned, staring at the pancakes and feeling his mouth water as his self control wavered at the fact that it'd help the hangover, because he didn't want to be popping those fucking pills all day just to get by. On top of that, he had recently fallen back into his habit of 'forgetting' to eat for days at a time, the last he could remember having an actual meal was that lunch where he freaked out at Gamzee, about a week ago now. He had eaten a bit during his hospital stay, he remembered that, not much but a little.
His stomach decided for him, giving a loud growl which shattered his self control, and he sighed. "Alright fine, I guess I'll have some fucking whipped cream"
Gamzee gave a pleased honk, shaking up a can of whip cream, before popping open the lid, and swirling the white fluffy substance over the top with that same goofy smile. It took him only a few more minutes to make his own pancakes, giving them the same treatment as Karkat's... but going a bit over-the top on syrup and whip cream. After a few more minutes forks were hunted down, and performing a slight balancing act, Gamzee entered his main room and handed the Cancer his plate with a broad "Edible blessings, and smooth happiness Karkat. Enjoy."
The indigo blood was about to plop down on the floor in front of the couch, when he suddenly jumped back up, "Oh shit! Forgot thirst quenchers. With an impatient hop from one foot to the other, he placed his plate on the arm of the sofa, and trotted over to the hole in the wall. Yeah, it was still there, it never stopped being there. Gamzee opened his somewhat battered fridge, pulling out a warm grape faygo, before returning back to his room. "You in the want of more rain drips Karkat?"
"Fuck no I'm not drinking any of your faygo" Karkat spat back, and didn't even bother telling the sopor brained fucktard to get something from his own fridge (because there was nothing in there, he hadn't even opened it and looked in the damn thing yet, so for all he knew it could be stuffed full of moldy food).
Though he did take the plate and poke around at it a bit, wondering if the pancakes really were as edible as they looked. Something in his locked up memories was reminding him that Gamzee had a bad habit of putting sopor slime in most of the food he made, and that probably wouldn't do Karkat much good since he didn't exactly like getting high off that shit. He just rolled his eyes at the thought, preformed a mental 'fuck it', and then used the fork to slice off a rather large bite, and shove it into his mouth.
Oh holy fuck it was like his tongue was having an orgasm.
He meant... It was okay... yup, that was what his internal thoughts were supposed to be.
Gamzee gave a laugh as he hopped over the back of his couch, deposited his faygo to a stand on the floor, before jogging back into his flour covered nutrition block. Though, there was also a trail of the white powder that outlined everywhere the highblood had walked, seeing as he was covered in the stuff. There was the sound of the sink running, a glass clinking, and the Capricorn returned, a somewhat teasing smirk on his lips as he placed the glass on the end of the couch his moirail sat, "Faygo don't rain Karkat. Though that would be the wickedest motherfucking thing that every hatched into existence. Rain liquid, water my brother. Turn on the flicker box if you want, or we can munch in sweet silent relief." Then he took his seat on the floor, pulled his plate down to his lap, and took three healthy bites of his topping over-loaded pancakes.
Karkat shot Gamzee a rather deadly look at the other male's comeback, but otherwise stayed silent (mainly because his mouth was full rather than being afraid of hurting the other's feelings). He did, however, pick up the remote near him, and flip the TV on, rather quickly, mainly because what happened this morning kept drifting into his head and even though Gamzee seemed incredibly comfortable, Karkat still felt awkward as all hell.
After Gamzee had finished eating his pancakes (really, it hadn't taken long at all. A ridiculously short amount of time), and gave his lips a lick clean before balancing the plate on his knees, he leaned back. Indigo eyes stayed on the TV, not really watching it, more so the colors and they way the lights moved and glowed on screen. Zoned, staring. Before quite suddenly, his head popped back onto the seat of the couch, puffing up a small cloud of flour, as indigo eyes peered up at Karkat, lips pierced thoughtfully. "Man bro, what are we going to get around to doing about that impromptu opening?"
Karkat swallowed what was in his mouth, before looking over at the hole in the wall and considering it for just a moment.
"I'm more fucking worried about my bathroom, that gogdamn fridge destroyed my toilet and part of my shower" This posed a serious issue, because it would be insanely uncomfortable to have to kinda... share a bathroom with Gamzee, they both seemed to have issues showing up at the wrong times anyway. He could only fucking imagine the kinds of stupid shenanigans that would go on with a goddamn hole in the wall by itself. He didn't want to tempt fate by telling Gamzee that he was going to be using his bathroom from now on. Fate seemed to like shitting on him recently, it seemed.
The Capricorn sat real still for a moment, staring at Karkat unblinking... thoughtful. Well, trying to be thoughtful. Right now his brain was still pretty mushy, and he was just shifting his hand through the sludge, attempting to pull out the right words and ideas he needed. Then he suddenly sat up and sneezed, sending a small cloud of flower hovering around the crazy haired form. Gamzee started to laugh but suddenly stopped, blinking owlishly, before turning back to Karkat with a grin, "I motherfucking got it! Until we can get your porcelain artifacts repaired, to keep happy virtues in tact, we could scribble up a schedule... or something and share my cleaning place. Get a fucking lock put on the door too. No more accidental blush moments."
Of course, the exact idea he didn't want to be implemented. "I don't think a schedule would work, but if it comes down to that, how about just learning how to knock before you go in?" It would take some adjusting to, but at least it wouldn't be a completely new habit to learn, just relearn. Most trolls lived alone, but he had lived with another for a while. Apparently anyway, he could only remember snippets of it.
"I guess you can use my fridge too, I haven't even looked in it yet, I mean, after being thrown through a fucking wall it can't work right anymore" The red blooded troll added, his gaze lingering on the hole.
"Yeah... poor cooling brother. We can ring the strong, blue-blooded hell bringer, see if he wouldn't mind giving fleshy assistance. Get my refriderating device off your shiny floor. But shit yeah, if you're not in the mind. Be like... fucking rooming mates, and I can get a try on some edible wonders." Gamzee turned his gaze forward, eyes tracing over the lights flickering across the television, thinking. Man, remembering to knock would be a bit tricky. Maybe he could write it down somewhere?
Karkat was gonna just assume that 'strong, blue-blooded hell bringer was Equius, mainly because of the strong thing. So, after finishing his pancakes faster than was probably good for his stomach, he stood up, crawling through the hole in the wall, and then leaving the bathroom and entering his own dorm, where he searched around and eventually located his phone.
It took a second to realize that 'bestest mewrail evurrr~!' was what Nepeta had put as Equius' contact name on his phone. At which point, he promptly changed it to the guy's actual name (he probably misspelled it but what the fuck ever). And then sent him a rather simple text.
"GAMZEE'S FRIDGE IS IN MY FUCKING DORM ROOM AND WE NEED YOU TO GET YOUR SWEATY ASS OVER HERE TO GET IT OUT"
"Hey best friend!" Gamzee shouted from his room, knees on the couch cushion now, his upper body draping over the back as he blinked at the hole Karkat at dissapeared through, "Flicker box got in the mention that we're all up about the chances for clouds descending on us in the next seven night cycles." There was a silence, as the Capricorn glanced over his shoulder, "Well... not motherfucking even more. Now it's all intruding on a sloppy make-outs show."
Karkat rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back where he had found it, and heading back towards the hole, crawling through it somewhat awkwardly, and going straight for the remote. Hell no he was not going to watch some sloppy make-out show. The only kind of make-outs he had any interest in watching were those in his romcoms, and those were not sloppy, they were totally romantic and perfect and fuck where was the damn remote? He swore he had set it down on the arm of the couch.
Gamzee, on the other hand, seemed more fascinated by the show than genuinely concerned. So while Karkat searched for something he was unaware of, he just sat there kind of watching it for a minute. Before, "Man, some of these motherfuckers are wicked good and got some seriously nice angles. But shit ain't got no feeling."
"That's the point of those stupid shows, it's all done for money or a chance to be on TV. There's nothing real behind it other than greed" Karkat spat back, rolling his eyes. Jegus fucking gogdamnit that remote seriously could not have just simply grown legs and ran off.
The indigo blood watched these greedy individuals for a total of one more minute. "Yeah, I can get my see all over that." Then Gamzee plucked the remote from where it had been sitting between him and the arm of the couch, and flipped through a few channels with a slight hum. Before he paused on one which, he didn't have no idea what it was about, but it sure had a lot of fucking colors on the screen.
Karkat continued looking for that fucking remote for a few more minutes before realizing that the channel on the TV had changed, looked at the screen (now on some stupid human kiddie show) and turned to glare at Gamzee, who had the remote this entire time.
Said Gamzee, glanced up as he felt the heat of a Karkat glare on him, and blinked, before giving his bro a somewhat confused smile... before he realized something. "Oh shit, wait. When you went through the throw hole, were you getting in electrical touch with Equius?"
"No Gamzee, I was contacting the kitty rescue squad to inform them that my pet was up a fucking tree and wouldn't come down" He answered in a tone that just dripped sarcasm, moving over to take a seat at the other end of the couch. Personally, he hated cartoons, just a bunch of flashing idiocy for stupid-brained wrigglers and humans. But it was better than the dating show, and it filled up the silence that would otherwise take over the area, so why not let it go? "Of course I called Equius, who the fuck else would I call?"
A few slow blinks came from the Capricorn then, as he simply stared at Karkat for a moment. Before he rather suddenly became mobile, crouching before jumping to his feet, stumbling just slightly as he nearly lost his balance. He set the remote Karkat's knee, and the next one could be aware of, Gamzee was in the bathroom, shuffling through his drawers. Someone seeing his face without his make-up for a few minutes was one thing, someone being in the room for an extended period of unknown time was a whole other. Just for the record, Karkat didn't classify as 'someone'.
Um... okay, so Gamzee just ran into the bathroom. Karkat stared at the door for a little bit, wondering what the fuck was wrong, but figured that if it was anything serious then something would have been said. Truth be told, he hadn't even noticed Gamzee didn't have his makeup on, he was just so used to seeing it that his brain just kinda... fixed what his eyes were actually seeing.
So he merely grabbed the remote off his knee, and began to mindlessly flicker through channels, looking for something interesting to watch.
When Gamzee returned, it was with his face painted as it usually was, as what he was comfortable with. Slightly lop-sided smile and all. He gave a light jog back over to the couch, jumped into the middle of it, and twisted around to sit comfortable and cross-legged amongst cushiony cushions. A pause before, "I wasn't in the know they had mewbeast rescue squads... I was in the think about getting a squeakbeast once."
"I think they're too much fucking work. Why get a fucking pet when we already have to take care of those stupid lusus?" Karkat responded, still flicking through the channels before giving it up, letting it run on a special about parasitic wasps.
"Yeah, but my Goatdad was all for taking care of his own motherfucking self. At least, he always seemed fine when he actually navigated back home. Kind of got fucking bored when he was away." Then Gamzee's phone dinged, and he fished it out of his pocket, and flicking it open, scanned over the text from Valus.
EI: I wilL bE readY tQ meeT yqU qutsidE thE theatre'S auditqriuM iN 2Q minuteS
EI: TansiS iS witH mE, aS welL aS A cquplE qF neW acquaintenceS
TC: AlRiGhT SiS, I'Ll nAvIgAtE YoUr wAy iN AlL Of a fEw tIcK-ToCk mInUtEs. : o)
And then Gamzee's head came back and rested on the back of the couch, to just... blink for a moment. Man, he didn't know what Valus wanted to talk about, but knowing her it'd be boring. Or, something he didn't wish to speak of at all.
Karkat just barely managed to stop the words 'wish I could remember what mine looked like' from coming out of his mouth, snapping his teeth down on his tongue rather quickly.
He did, however, lean over to investigate what was on Gamzee's phone, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he could almost imagine that tone being said aloud. he didn't need any explanation on who that was, her manner of typing said enough. "You should probably get going, I'll go fetch Equius and have him move the fridge while you're off getting nagged to death"
Gamzee gave a laugh at that, "You're right brother. Keep her waiting too long, and she'll flip her tits and come fucking find me." he sat up, flipping his ringer device closed and slipping it into his pocket, before leaning over and giving his hair a quick shake, freeing it of the flour that had clung there. Then he jumped back up. Man, couch was getting all kinds of up-down time. "I'll see your badass self when I get back, if you're still chilling around." Then as he jogged for the door he called out over his shoulder, "Let our sweaty brother know I said hey!"
Karkat merely rolled his eyes, raising one hand to wave Gamzee off while staring at the TV, feeling somewhat bored as soon as the male left, the room feeling stagnant and empty. For a while, he merely watched TV, letting the minutes trickle on by at an insanely slow rate. Though his red colored eyes flickered over towards the kitchen a few times, and then towards the hole in the wall to his own room.
He wondered if it was worth going to get his contacts, his fear of his own blood being discovered was still there, but seriously, Tansis had to have fucking spread it all over school by now. What was the point in hiding it anymore if people already knew?
He mentally argued with himself like this for a while, before he gave in halfway, and escaped into his room to grab those sunglasses he had gotten from the hospital. He didn't want to those those fucking contacts into his eyes again, but he could at least use these obscurative pieces of shit-glass to hide his eyes and not be in pain. And once he had those firmly in place, he moved towards the kitchen, grumbling something about how he wasn't a fucking maid while he began to clean up.
Cee had been humming quietly to herself, smiling vibrantly as she trailed behind Maka, who was diligently following Valus to their apparently predetermined meeting place near the theatre, when she suddenly stopped, eyes going wide for just a second as she glanced off to her right, whisperings vibrating in her ears.
This way... come... this way...red blood...delicious... this way
A faint smile crossed her face, and then she quickly turned back towards Valus and Maka. "I gotta go grab something reeaaaaaal quick! Promise I'll be back as soon as I can, shouldn't take more than a few minutes!" She chimed, and then turned from the two, and began to run off before either could argue with her.
