A short walk from the tent and past a few other performers later, the four of them managed to clamber into Gamzee's caravan. The interior was dark and with the same shades of purple as the tent they had just left - although this place was a total mess in comparison. Trudging through the mess of clothes and empty bottles, Gamzee laid Sollux down on the skull print bed. He didn't notice Kurloz shaking his head in disapproval of his younger brother's living conditions, but nor did he care, looking over his shoulder to see the mime turn his attention to Mituna.
:ALRIGHT, MITUNA. YOU MIGHT WANT TO TAKE A SEAT AS THIS IS GOING TO SEEM MOTHERFUCKING SCARY, BUT THIS SHIT'S GONNA BE REALLY HELPFUL FOR YOUR BROTHER.:
Blinking a few times as he processed this, Mituna stared into the pale eyes of Kurloz and muttered a little to himself before nodding, as if accepting something bad was about to happen. "ITH OK, ARE WE HAVING A SLEEPOVERTHS?" he asked, wondering why they were in a tiny little house and what that funky smell was. Kurloz chuckled silently and nodded, making signs at the other.
:YES. IT UP AND SEEMS THAT WAY. THE MESSIAHS ARE WORKING IN MY FAVOUR TONIGHT, I THINK. YOUR BROTHER'S GOING TO BE ALL KINDS OF HAPPY AFTER THIS. I PROMISE:
"FUCK YETH, IMOTHERFUCKING LOVEDTH THATSHIT EHEHEHEHEWIHURAEIU WAIT . . . I NEEDTH TWO TEXTHED MY OLDERBROTHER OK? YETH . . . I'M SORRY, I DON'T PYJAMAS . . . " Mituna babbled.
Whilst the conversation between those two was going on, Gamzee was rolling up a joint, packing it mostly with sopur than tobacco. He never ever rolled his joints in the traditional manner. The ones Gamzee rolled looked pristine and perfectly straight rather than the conically shaped joints most stoners prefered. Kurloz had once said they were as straight as pencils and could be mistaken for cigarettes, had they not totally stank of the drug they contained (that and Gamzee used the thinnest papers he could find.) The clown only created then so perfectly for the challenge of doing so . . . Gamzee only ever sought challenge in the things he enjoyed most. "Yo, kur. Asides from giving this shit to Solbro, we hitting his bro with this?" he asked, wondering he if ought to make another or not.
:NO, I NEED THIS FUCKER AS AWARE AS POSSIBLE. I'LL BE FUCKED IF I FOG HIS THINKPAN MORE THAN IT IS ALREADY. THIS LITTLE TRIPSWITCH IS JUST MOTHERFUCKING FINE AS HE IS: he signed, watching Mituna put the phone away as he stood up, stretching his limbs and smiling absentmindedly as if this sort of experience was totally normal. "WHERE DO I SLEEPTH? PJAMASTH . . . I'LL GETH INTO FUCKING TROULBEHT IF IM NOTH IN PJAMSETH" he stated, frowning at Kurloz.
:CALM YOUR SHIT I GOT SOME STUFF YOU CAN WEAR. YOU'LL CHILL IN MY TRAILER. I'VE GOT SOME VIDEO GAMES YOU CAN HAVE A BLAST ON. I DON'T THINK STAYING HERE WITH GAMZEE IS REALLY YOUR THING AS HE'S NOT FUCKING INTERESTING IN THE SLIGHTEST.:
"Hey, I saw those motherfucking signs. Asshole" Gamzee huffed, inspecting the finished joint and turning it in his fingers like a mini baton. "But naahhh . . . go get your chill on with Kur, Mitbro. I got this shit . . ." His grin was somewhat predatory as he glanced at Sollux (who was in too much pain to be fully conscious,) and Kurloz narrowed his eyes at the other before turning Mituna and signalling for him to look out the window.
:LOOK OUTSIDE FOR A BIT, MITUNA . . .: He signed, making sure Mituna was distracted before going right over to Gamzee and taking his little brother by the throat, shoving him to the bed as he dug his fingers into the skin of his neck and pressing their foreheads together. The look in the mime's eyes was so menacing, even Gamzee whimpered a little as he heard a growl from deep in Kurloz's throat as he pulled back once more to sign.
:LISTEN THE FUCK UP. THIS MOTHERFUCKER HERE IS SOMETHING SPECIAL AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU FUCKING THIS MIRACLE UP. I SWEAR TO FUCK IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO UPSET HIM, I WILL STITCH MORE THAN YOUR STUPID FUCKING MOUTH UP . . .: His sewn lips then turned from a murderous frown into a horribly dark smirk. :DAD WON'T BE MOTHERFUCKING IMPRESSED WITH YOU EITHER IF I UP AND TELL HIM YOU'VE BEEN MISSING PRACTISES. FUCK, HE MIGHT EVEN CUT YOU UP AGAIN IF YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO GIVE ME MOTHERFUCKING GRIEF. MIGHT WANT TO WATCH YOURSELF BEFORE I WRECK YOUR SHIT UP, BABY BROTHER.:
Gamzee's heart nearly stopped as he became very aware of the black eye he had and the split lip. The GHB's punches never, ever missed, and he didn't fancy being knocked out cold and dumped outside his trailer again. It had happened more times than he wanted to count, and even thinking about the way GHB's furious eyes glowered at him when he was in trouble made him feel sick. In that moment, he wondered what his deceased biological father would have thought about the way their eldest brother was filling in the role. Then again, he didn't have time to ponder why the GHB had taken on the role of fatherhood when faced with the wrath of the middle child.
"ITH THITH A GAME?" came a confused voice, making Kurloz drop Gamzee like a ragdoll and plaster his usual creepy grin as he then shone a more genuine expression at Mituna.
:NO. JUST HAVING A CHAT.:
"BUT YOUR MUTETH . . . EHEHEHEHWIEUAHREIWU SO YOU WERE HAVING CHARADES . . . THATH THE RIGHT ONETH ISTN IT? ALLTHE GAMES R BLEONED TO ME" he stated. Gamzee had no idea what the fuck Mituna was on about, but Kurloz seemed besotted by the idiot, so he wasn't going to interfere. For now, he was mulling over how to inflict some sort of damage to the mime in retaliation when he heard a groan of pain from the bed.
"Ungh . . . FUCK, my fucking . . . argh!" Sollux groaned, clutching at his skull in the hopes it would stifle the pain.
"Kur, we got some tricks to up and perform if we're going to kick those wicked demons out of Solbro's pan" Gamzee said, picking up the joint and his lighter as Kurloz turned to look at Sollux, who was looking slightly confused and still very much in agony. His hands directed themselves at Mituna as he signed, preparing the puffy haired Captor for what was to come.
:THIS IS THE SCARY BIT, MITUNA. KEEP YOUR SHIT CALM. WE GOT THIS.:
"Fuck yes, we have." Gamzee grinned, getting on the bed and straddling Sollux as Kurloz then joined him, pinning the recently awakened teen to the bed as he started to struggle, clearly surprised to see two clowns pinning him to a bed. If anything, Gamzee was pleased with the thought that this was what most people would count as a nightmare coming true.
"W- what the fuck? Get the fuck off me!" Sollux hissed, wriggling and kicking his legs in a desperate need to escape. His movements were so weak, it was as if his headache was sapping his energy and preventing any real show of strength. Gamzee doubted Sollux actually had any power in that skinny, slender frame of his, however, and gave a dark chuckle as he lit the joint, taking only a slight puff to get the thing going. The drag he'd taken wasn't enough to give a recreational smoker like him any sort of kick, but that would come soon enough . . . and not from the joint. Oh no, he would be getting his kicks some other way tonight. It was time to work some miracles.
"Relax . . . We're going to grace that headache of yours with the most wicked of miracles . . ." he cooed, grabbing the struggling teen's face and gripping it in one hand. The other hand partially covered Sollux's nose as he forced the joint between his lips. At some point, Sollux would have to breathe and take the smoke in, but the startled teen was really trying his hardest to not do that, struggling and holding his breath as if it was his last. Gamzee stared into the beautiful reds and blues of Sollux's eyes, watching the panic and confusion mingle with pain.
"Take it in, Solbro. All the pain will fuck off and it'll be chill, brother . . ." He smirked. He loved seeing such a flurry of emotion, but what he hadn't expected was the change that happened when Sollux gave into the need to breathe. His red and blue eyes turned into a kaleidoscope of emotions and release as his pupils dilated. Soon Sollux was choking on the smoke, fully inhaling the drug that was being forced into him and watched Sollux's eyes water and start to redden. Gamzee soon uncovered his nose and kept his eyes on the other, keeping the joint in place as Kurloz let go as well, rising up from the bed.
:. . .YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN NOW, BRO.:
"Yeah yeah, thanks for helping a fucker out. You go get your kicks on with our motherfucking brother over there . . ." He smiled, not taking his eyes off the teen beneath him as Kurloz nodded and went to get Mituna. "Breathe it in, bro . . . Niiiiice and deep . . ." he said quietly, making sure that Sollux got a few lungfuls more before he eventually relinquished his grip on his skull. "Speak up, Solbro . . . Hehehehehe . . . Your headache up and fucked off? You passed out and all kinds of shit could've gone down, but I know how to deal with those wicked head bangers. No fucker needs that sort of pain in their pan."
Sollux seemed hazed, still coughing a little, but the smoke seemed to have well and truly infested his body as he went limp on the bed, his eyes wet from choking and looking like ruby and azure jewels. "You're an asshole . . ." he mumbled. That was all Gamzee needed to hear to know he was right in his assumption.
Looking up, he saw that Kurloz and Mituna had left his caravan which, if he was honest, was probably for the best, as it was getting much too crowded for him. He rarely let anyone inside his personal space; it was his one place he was able to relax and he didn't want to ruin the chilled vibes (although Kurloz frequently ruined his peace for fun.) "Heh, well it up and motherfucking worked then."
"You could've just fucking given me a choice, rather than force it in, you fucknut" Sollux growled, or tried to anyway as it seemed so half assed from the way he drawled it out, the drug in his system slowing his usually quick responses. "But yeah . . . The pain has gone."
Flopping on the bed and laying by his side, Gamzee took the joint from Sollux's mouth and inhaled very deeply, so much so it seemed like he was going to suck up the actual joint. The item remained in place however as the familiar burn in his lungs as he held it was nothing compared to the giddying rush that he got when he slowly breathed out a billow of smoke. "That'd be no fun . . . besides . . . now you're all up and chilled . . . and not in a fucktonne of pain either." He chuckled, turning to look at the other. His guest was still looking just as pale as when he had passed out, but the cheap lighting of his caravan gave him a strange glow of sorts. Grinning a little, Gamzee reached his hand over, pressing the joint to Sollux's mouth again. "Take another, do it up and motherfucking properly this time."
"Only because this shit seems to actually stop the pain . . ." he grumbled, reluctantly accepting the offer.
Watching Sol's chest rise, his eyes fall closed and feeling lips pressed on his fingers as he inhaled, Gamzee felt a little hypnotized. He usually smoked alone, but when he did have company, he liked to watched other people smoke to try and see how his favorite drug changed them. This was a little different though. Sollux's eyes were dilated and the slight colour on his cheekbones from the flush of blood to his face made him look strangely attractive, as if he was blissfully content and without care. People were always far more beautiful without inhibitions or walls . . . though walls were always fun to climb or break down.
As Sollux exhaled, Gamzee was reminded of an idea he'd always wanted to try, so he figured that, as Sollux was smoking his gear and chilling at his home, he might as well take something in return. Though, if he was honest with himself, he was just using that as an excuse to get closer to the faint smell of honey he was picking up on. Sweet things always tasted so good.
"Want to get a stronger hit of that?" he asked, the smell of weed starting to stifle the air around them as he pulled the joint back from Sollux's mouth.
"I've gone this fucking far. Why the hell not?" he said quietly. It was obvious that his mind was too fogged to make any better judgement or to hold any aggression for being pinned down. There was a slight part of him that wondered if Sollux might have just been happy to get rid of the pain, although he'd ask about that in a moment. For now, he shifted closer and tugged on Sol's shoulder to make him lay on his side.
"Put your forehead on mine, bro. This shit will be wicked, trust . . . All you need to do is inhale when I breathe out the smoke of motherfucking wonder." He grinned, feeling a slight bump to his head as they neared one another. Turning his head a little, he took a deep drag from the perfectly rolled joint and held it in his lungs. His pulse was quickening from the thought of what was about to happen and it gave him such a sweet little rush as he found he was able to breathe in the sweet scent of the other. Head tilting back, he exhaled slowly and heard the sound of his guest literally stealing his breath away, sharing the second hand smoke.
"Sweet as fuck" Gamzee sighed, trying to breathe in whatever Sollux ended exhaling back out again. He didn't know if it was the added carbon dioxide that gave him a kick, or if it was the sweet breath he'd inhaled. All he really knew is that it added to what was already a wonderful experience so far. He'd never brought someone back to his home before, certainly not someone like Sollux anyway. Gamzee was starting to wonder if his guest was spoken for or not when he remembered about the headache. "Tell me about that head of yours, bro . . . The fuck went down?"
"Oh, that . . ." Sollux mumbled, their foreheads still pressed together and seeming like he couldn't really be bothered to move anytime soon. "Psiioniic syndrome . . . My genetics got fucked up somewhere along the lines. Mituna has it, and Almeis too . . . Fuck, every Captor ever has it . . . You get plagued by migraines which happen for no discernible reason other than to fuck you up . . . It comes with the red and blue eyes and whatever. We also burn really easily because of the partial albinism . . . It's shit. I usually pass out when it happens, but Mituna gets them the worst. There's been times where he's literally been screaming in agony."
"Not got any meds?" Gamzee asked, flicking the ash from the joint into a nearby can (he was classy like that.)
"I used to take a strong dose of dihydrocodine with paracetamol, but . . . It didn't really work. It should've. Fuck, it would've knocked most people out, but . . . I dunno . . .It's like we're immune to it."
"Good thing this shit worked its kick ass miracles on you then, bro" smirked Gamzee, still amused to find that Sollux had not shifted position yet as he wagged the joint in his face without warning.
"What the fuck is that- ungh, don't wave it at me, Gz!" he groaned. It was almost like he had tried to snap, but couldn't find the aggression in him as he lightly pushed the hand away.
"Sopur . . . It's the slickest smoke that's blazing a trail up in your head at the moment, Solbro. Shit's just a different kinda paint for our old friend cannabis. It's not going to fuck you up too horribly." Gamzee shrugged, taking a hit and once again exhaling it to poison the air Sollux was breathing. The other inhaled it without too much complaint and the red and blue orbs became half lidded in a stoned daze.
"Fuck . . . D- damn . . . makes you really tired . . ." whispered Sollux, his face showing a serene bliss as the drug fully sank into his system, glazing his eyes and making him seem so at ease. Gamzee was all too aware that he would be easily lured into things he might not otherwise agree with, but there was no fun in taking a dangling carrot. It was much better to work for it. He'd always enjoyed finding a challenge in something he really liked.
"Tell me some shit, brother. What's on your mind?" Gamzee purred, setting the joint down in the can and taking a deep breath of that sweet scent.
"My mind? Well . . . everything feels fucking strange . . . like, I'm not actually here. More, I'm observing this shit . . . I can't feel my hands, and I'm pretty sure my face has gone numb . . . and you look . . . all . . . fucking . . ." Sollux trailed off, seeming to be unable to really maintain his train of thought as his hands reached up and surprised Gamzee by placing themselves on the juggalo's painted face. ". . . Shit, this isn't a dream then. I am in . . . some . . . questionable mental fucking state . . . Fuck . . . This is so fucking stupid . . ."
"Nah. Your mentality is just fucking fine right now. It's merely getting its chill on and taking some time to kick the fuck back" Gamzee said, mimicking the movements that Sollux had made and placing his own hands on the other's face. The skin was slightly greasy and there were freckles dusted over his cheeks that were only really visible at this distance, but the thing that surprised him was how warm he seemed to be. Almost like he was radiating warmth and heat from his very being. So caught up in this intoxicated closeness that he wasn't too bothered by the feeling of Sollux's fingers smearing the greasepaint over his own skin and his mouth. Admittedly, this put a slight grin on his face and the sweet smell that mingled with the smoky air of the caravan was easily tempting him to take a taste of more. "Like what you're seeing?"
The look on Sollux's face was so vacant as he stared back, slowly processing the question, but there was a moment of clarity in those red and blue orbs. Gamzee could almost pinpoint the moment, even in his current haze and he very much liked what he saw. Sopur always brought the walls down so nicely that it didn't matter what Sollux's response was. His thoughts had already been betrayed by his eyes.
"I can't tell. Everything's sorta . . . fucked up, and blurry . . ." came Sollux's mumbled response, his fingers coming to rest on Gamzee's jaw. Admittedly, the lisp sounded even more pronounced now he was intoxicated, but for some reason it worked in his favour, seeming to make Sollux more attractive.
"Sight isn't everything, brother. Sometimes, you need to take a good motherfucking bite instead." He smirked, picking the joint up and taking a drag before putting it back. He'd taken a good lungful and his head spun a little as he held his breath, placing a hand on the back of Sollux's head to test the proverbial water and see how he'd react. The distance between them was so small now that he could probably count the lashes on Sollux's eyes - if he was into doing such things. After a few seconds he slowly breathed out, once again giving the other little choice but to breathe it in.
"I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me" Sollux buzzed tunefully, his own arm lazily moving to flop onto Gamzee's waist. Stoned or not, Gamzee figured this was a good indication that one: he wasn't bothered by the close contact, and two: that he'd done that of his own free will.
"They're not the only thing that likes you . . ." Gamzee grinned, moving his hand down the back of Sollux's head and starting to trace the vertebrae down to the base of his back. To his delight, Sollux physically shivered from his touch and he could almost feel the heat of the blush that surged on his cheeks. The delight was short lived though, as Gamzee felt a hand lightly pressing on his chest, as if to push him off.
"One nighters aren't my style . . . Gz . . . Shit's not worth the hassle."
"Who said I only wanted one motherfucking night?" He replied, using the hand he had on the other to pull their bodies together, pleased that he wasn't met with any sort of protest. Sollux looked at him for a while, and it was plain to see he was searching for sincerity in Gamzee's statement. The clown smiled at him, bumping their noses together lightly. "If I just up and wanted to get my dick wet, I could've gone a few trailers down and pissed off Pyrope . . . If you're all getting your worry on questioning my intentions on this shit, then I can lay it out motherfucking straight for you . . . though that erection in your pants says a whole fucking lot."
Turning practically scarlet, Sollux was so unused to the strength of the drug he'd been smoking that he was too intoxicated to deny it or remove himself from the situation. Gamzee smirked deviously, pressing a slight kiss to the other's jaw, unable to resist the urge much longer and it earned him a slight groan from Sollux in return.
"Fine. Explain yourself then, Makara."