Gamzee & Goatdad: Hanyauku (Kwangali), The Act Of Walking On Tiptoes Across Warm Sand
Warning for parental neglect in this story
You're right distracted and loose-panned from sopor, staring at your ceiling and wondering whether cracks are like, little motherfucking creatures that crawl across the stone whenever nobody's watching, and thinking that maybe you can fit an extra pie or two in before your sopor ration runs out, but then you hear him outside. You're kicking yourself real good when you realize, because fuck, you should have been all up and paying better attention, it's been long enough since he was in and you should've known to expect him home by now. Well, you'll just work with what you got and do as best you can. Miracles, right?
You run outside and yell, "Dad!"
He doesn't much look up, and you can't say as you're much surprised, him being so motherfucking huge and all, and you being a tiny little fuck. And shit, you must've up and had more sopor than you'd thought, because you're only just now realizing as it's high noon. You're torn, because all staying out of the sun is one of those few things dad really drummed into you as a wriggler, but he never stays for long and if you wait for the sun to set, it'll take hours and you'll miss him altogether.
Ain't like just a quick bit of sun will cook you. You set out across the sands for him without even up and bothering to go find a hat or cloak, because hey, you don't get much time to spend with family, and why waste the little time you have? You get about three steps onto the beach before you realize motherfuck, the sand gets right fucking hot sitting out in the sun all day. You're all set to take it and deal, because family's family, and you've only got the one dad in the whole world, but your blood is cold as shit and this sand sure ain't, and goddamn this is starting to motherfucking hurt.
You go all right up on phalanges so it's only bits of your feets as are getting burned, moving as fast as you're able when you know every step is a fresh bite of pain. When you finally make it to the bits of sand as the waves keep washing over, you sigh with relief. You take one breath as to pull yourself back together, and head right for dad. He don't do much but look down at you and snort when he sees you there but he's here and you're here and ain't that the best motherfucking miracle of all? You throw your arms around his neck and just hold on for a bit and he lets you, him being all busy with chewing on what's left of a finbeast. Your face and arms are up and feeling pretty well-cooked by now, but that ain't no price to pay for spending time together.
Once he's done, which is too motherfucking soon for your tastes, he starts to go upright and you do your best to hang on. You go limp and try to hold him there for just a little piece longer, but it ain't so easy to hold on if he don't want to be held, and he shakes you off without hardly any effort at all. You try to catch one of his feet before he can go, but he bends down and shoves you with his nose so you go tumbling horns over ass into the surf. He snorts down at you while you sit there, indicating all up and real motherfucking salty that you need to get your ass back into hive, and no. You're fine, he's fine, can't he stay and you could cook him up some grubloaf, or show him your friends online, or, or show him what you've learned to do with your clubs—
But he's too motherfucking busy to listen to you, and even while you're scrambling upright he's all up and backed out to past where your feet touch ocean floor. You follow to your thighs, to thorax, even, but you're a motherfucking shitty learner and haven't managed to teach yourself to swim yet, and he's out of reach and near out of sight too. A wave near knocks you off your feet and you give up and drag yourself back to shore. The sand ain't near so hot with you all wet and dripping, but you're not like as to pay mind to that right now. Your face and arms are already right sore from the sun, but what are you going to do if that's when dad wants to come home? First thing, very first thing you do when you get to your hive is mark date on the calendar you keep hung next to your door, and then you settle right on down and get ready to wait again.