There were not many people in the world who could say they had woken up beside a juggalo after a night of getting high and still remembered what had happened the night before. Sollux wasn't sure if he was or wasn't ok with this when he had managed to get his thoughts together after waking up. After all, it wasn't every day you woke up in a trailer with someone you didn't know too well - especially if you didn't get out much.
A strange noise made him look up to find that Gamzee was snoring contentedly besides him, his arm draped over his waist and his bicep providing something of a pillow for Sollux's head. Thinking back, he was pretty sure they had fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed, but he assumed maybe this was a signal that he'd made the right choice. The choice being that he'd agreed to be Gamzee's boyfriend.
The conversation that had actually led to that agreement had been a disaster as far as romance was concerned. Gamzee had spoken in rhythmic riddles at first and their meanings had been lost on Sollux to the point he'd threatened to get up and walk back home if he didn't speak in a way that made sense. It seemed to have done the trick because after that, Gamzee had managed to explain himself. He told Sollux that the carnival was staying in this region whilst Gamzee redid his GCSEs, and that he was going to be studying at Newark College so he was going to be seeing Sollux around anyway. He had been cautious about the fact he'd known Gamzee for all of about 3 hours, but Gamzee had insisted that "getting into a relationship is a totally motherfucking awesome way of learning about another fucker" (and that generally it was a shit idea to date your friends anyway.) Considering how awkward his friendship with Aradia had been after they'd broken up, he felt that the clown had a fair point. That and Gamzee pointed out that there'd be no issues if it didn't work out as they didn't have any history. In reality, Sollux didn't really have anything to lose and he was pretty convinced it wouldn't last that long at all; so he had ended up agreeing. It wasn't like he had people swarming for his , if he was honest with himself he'd admit he was strangely attracted to the other's unpredictability (although he'd be damned if he understood why.) They'd not done anything physical together though - not even a kiss - which he supposed showed that the clown could at least be trusted, considering Sollux had been stoned, semi-erect and fairly open to suggestion.
A particularly loud snore brought Sollux back to the present and he gave a slight yawn, still half asleep as he nudged the sleeping clown a little. It was fairly impressive that a human being was able to make such an ungodly noise like that and Sollux was more than fed up of listening to it. "G.Z . . ." he mumbled against Gamzee's neck, expecting to smell that typically rancid 'morning after' smell that most people had after a night like that as he squirmed a bit in a bid to get free. Instead, he was surprised to smell a combination of the beach and an ashtray as Gamzee gave a sharp snort and cracked one of his pale blue eyes open.
" . . .s' the time?" He groaned, arms tightening around Sollux's wriggling form and yawning into the top of his head. A shiver went through his spine from the warm air and he was even more determined to get away. He was not used to affection or human contact in the slightest and nor was he in any rush to get accustomed to it.
"I'm going to guess it's about 8:30 AM as that's normally when I wake up." He shrugged, getting fairly irked that he wasn't able to get up and out of bed. There was a good reason why he always woke up at 8:30AM, and he was certain that this morning would be the same as ever for that very same reason. "We- I mean, I need to get up."
"Ungh, fucking crack of dawn bro, stop getting your wriggle on . . . 5 more minutes" Gamzee groaned out, fully wrapping Sollux up in his arms now as he buried his face into his hair. At this rate, he was certain that he was going to end up suffocated, and he could just imagine the headlines now: 'Former hacker snuggle-smothered by clown.'
"No, I don't think you understand. I need to get up before-"
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence though, as Gamzee placed a hand over his mouth. "My trailer, my motherfucking rules, and I say that you should lay down with the clown and fucking sleep. Ain't no brother that's got reason to be awake at 8 motherfucking 30 on Sunday" he grumbled. Sollux half wanted to punch that moron in the face for saying 'lay down with the clown', but thought better of it. In reality, he was comfortable and warm (that, and he couldn't throw a punch to save his life.) There was however a pressing matter that would happen no matter what.
"I really, really do have reason to be awake at this ungodly time. Let me explain something really fucking irritating about my brother . . ."
After an evening of video games and seeing how incapable someone could be at removing their own trousers, Kurloz had made up a spare bed for Mituna and then gone to rest in his own with the thought that he'd be able to enjoy a rest in the morning.
How wrong he was.
He had been soundly sleeping come 8:30AM, until a certain someone had clambered onto his bed and woke him up with incessant repetitions of 'KURLOTH, KURLOTH, KURLOTH'.
Still somewhat tired and now sat up on the bed, Kurloz figured that Mituna was incredibly lucky that he was a cute sight to wake up to as otherwise the mime would've been kicking the ever living shit into him. No one dared disturb a Makar from his slumber. It was a fact that was well known by everyone in the stupid grin and slight trail of drool on Mituna's face was strangely adorable, and one look at it had melted any anger Kurloz had initially felt. Instead he raised his hands to sign at him.
:YOU DO KNOW ITS 8:30 FUCKING AM?:
"YETH." Mituna nodded, crawling over to sit opposite Kurloz as he produced a mobile phone that was displaying the time. "I WATCHED ITH UNTIL ITH WATH 8.30 ANDTHEN NOW BREAKFASTH. 9 ITHS TIME, ITHS THE TIME FOR GETTING SOMETFUCKING EATING ON."
Staring a little, Kurloz half wondered how long Mituna had been awake if he'd been watching the clock as he stifled a yawn through his nose (yawning properly was out of the question when your lips were sewn together.) It occurred to him that just because Mituna was in a different place didn't mean he wouldn't want to do any routines he might have, and so Kurloz gave a slight sigh as he said goodbye to any idea of sleeping in.
:DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS?: he asked, slipping a hand under his pillow to try and find his own phone just to make sure that he'd not gotten any messages.
"YETH, WAKETH UP, WAITH TILL 8:30, WAK . . . WAKE UP SOL AND NOT ALMEIS BECAUSETH HEWORSKTH . . . THEN, THEN DRESESD AND BREAKFAST ITH 9" Mituna stated, seeming proud he'd remembered that before looking very confused. "THAT'S NORMAL RIGHT?"
Thinking it over, the routine made sense, although it certainly wasn't normal for someone like himself who had always enjoyed dozing in the mornings (not half as much as Gamzee however, who rarely woke up before 1PM.) :IT'S NORMAL FOR SOME: he signed, deciding to leave it at that.
"OK . . . I MADED A DRINK CUP OF WATER."
:YOU DID?:
"YETH."
:WHERE IS IT?:
"I PUTED IT IN MY BAG." he mumbled, pointing to the soaking wet bag on the floor. Thankfully for Mituna, it seemed his games, console and wallet were still on the sofa he'd slept on, and the phone in his hand looked relatively dry. Everything else however was soaked through.
:YOU'RE REALLY SOMETHING ELSE, MY CHEERFUL MOTHERFUCKER.: Kurloz sighed, taking the phone that Mituna had shoved into his hand and looking it over. It was a fairly battered looking Samsung J700 that looked about ready to give in and die any was fairly certain that the 'R4D' carved into the casing wasn't part of the original design either. Shrugging, he raised an eyebrow at him. :I HAVE A PHONE, BRO.:
"I WANTEDTHE NUMBER OF YOUR ONE."
:YOU WANT MY PHONE NUMBER?:
"YETH." he nodded, grinning from ear to ear. "THEN I CANDO THETEXT I ONLY TEXT ALMEIS AND SOL I WANTH TWO TEXTED."
:HELL FUCKING YES.: the mute grinned, amused that someone who would put a glass of water in their backpack and could barely take their own clothes off was still able to use a mobile phone. This was a good thing however, as Kurloz was keen to keep in contact with Mituna, even if it was just text messaging. He saved his number under his own name, making sure to send a message to it from that very phone so he'd have Mituna's number as well. Text messages were a god send in a world where not everyone understood sign language and Kurloz was fairly glued to his phone because of it. This had been one of the few mornings he'd woken up without several new messages (there were usually a fair amount as his number was known by all the circus performers.)
"DO I HAVETH IT?" Mituna asked, crawling his way over to sit besides him so he could see what was going on. The mute nodded and brought up the contacts menu to show Mituna his name before pointing to himself.
:YES, THERE I AM. ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS TYPE OUT A MESSAGE AND SEND IT WHENEVER YOU NEED ME.:
"BUTH I NEEDTH YOUNOW I NEEDTH CLOTHES" Mituna frowned, taking the phone back and looking down at the t-shirt he'd slept in. "PLEASTH DON'T TELL SOL I SLEPET IN MY . . . MY CLOTHEST" he whispered, as if worried that Sollux might somehow hear him (even though he was in a totally different trailer.)
:CHILL, I GOT THIS SHIT. YOU CAN UP AND BORROW SOME OF MY THREADS.:
"I'LL BE COLD IN JUSTH FUCKING THREADS GIVEME PROPER CLOTHES YOUFCKUING CHEAPSKATE!" Mituna snapped, looking genuinely convinced and outraged that Kurloz was going to give him literal threads to wear.
Chuckling deeply, he smoothed a hand carefully over the top of Mituna's head before shifting out of the bed. His wardrobe was right besides his sleeping area so he opened it up and sifted through the hangers. Mituna wasn't anorexic or anything, but the man didn't have much to him (although, Kurloz had felt there might be some tone to his form perhaps,) so he was fairly convinced all his own clothes would be huge on him. Both Kurloz and Gamzee had to wear large sized clothes because of their heights, although the clothing itself usually hung off them somewhat. It was quite problematic being as tall as they were as nothing seemed to fit properly.
After a while of rummaging, Kurloz produced a black, skull print t-shirt along with a pair of long denim shorts that went past the knee as well as a white belt. He figured that would do and at least that he'd have an excuse to see Mituna again to get his clothes back. He placed them on the bed besides the other and was going to leave him to it when he remembered how badly he'd struggled with removing his jeans last night.
:DO YOU NEED HELP?:
"YETH!" Mituna exclaimed, lifting his arms straight into the air like he was reaching for the sky. Kurloz looked at the other, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in his stomach that made him feel slightly sick with how much he suddenly wanted to see what was under Mituna's clothes. He gave his head a shake however in a bid to try and rid himself of the thought.
:ALRIGHT THEN MOTHERFUCKER, LET'S DO THIS SHIT- WHERE ARE YOU GOING?: He frowned, wondering why on earth Mituna had started to scramble towards the window so suddenly.
"I WANTWITH WHICH ITHST SOLLUXTH IN?" Mituna demanded as Kurloz merely pointed to the trailer that was parked next to his.
"THAT ONE?" He asked, following the line of sight and staring for a moment before he looked at his phone once more, carefully reading something on the display before he dropped it onto the floor without a care, prying the door of the trailer open and then jumping out like a superhero who was late to a fire. This all happened so fast that Kurloz was left stood holding up a t-shirt and looking startled as he looked at where Mituna had been moments ago. Hearing some angry cusses and the sound of a door slamming, he shook his head and took the t-shirt with him as he went to go find Mituna.
"You are so stupid it's unreal"
"IM THORRY"
"It's fine, Mitz…"
"OK"
After Mituna had bolted out Kurloz's trailer, he had made a bee line for the one Sollux was in and had literally burst in through the door. Whilst Sollux's first reaction had been to yell at Mituna for bursting in, Gamzee's was very different as he'd pelted a particularly heavy looking juggling club straight at Mituna's head with terrifying accuracy and he was lucky that he'd ducked just in time to avoid it. It didn't put Mituna off though as he'd strolled in and proceeded to ask if Sollux had got his dick sucked or not, warranting his youngest brother to punch him hard in the arm. Something which had now landed him in trouble now that they had come back home.
Almeis walked back into the living room, adjusting his tie and glancing in the mirror. The way his weary eyes and dark circles stared back from his reflection made Sollux wonder if Almeis even recognised the man in the mirror anymore. "Sollux, I'm surprised your arms even managed to leave the mark they did but you ought to know better than to sink to the level of violence" he uttered, his tone so devoid of any emotion or warmth it made the damn room seem colder than it actually was. That was how his voice usually was but it made the two lads shiver. Their eldest brother never raised his voice, instead he wielded his icy tone like a deadly knife to their consciences.
"Ungh…I know…"
"Regardless, you are grounded today. I do not know what you two were doing out at a sodding carnival all bloody night but I suppose that couldn't have been helped if your headache had indeed happened…"came the slightly irked voice of Almeis as he wondered out. Sollux had faked a headache once and Almeis had never, ever let him live it down and was always suspicious whenever Sollux was apparently ill. "Now, I must leave the two of you, I have to go and attend a monthly Pub watch meeting in place of Dualscar and it will not wait a moment longer…By the way, if you hit Mituna again I will let him play on your computer"
"NO!" Sollux nearly leapt out of his chair when Almeis had said that and he glared at Mituna; who looked like he'd just been told he'd get an early Christmas present.
"EHEHEHEHEITUHEIU DIDHT YOU TELLED ALMEIS YOU HATHST A BOYFROND"
"MITZ I SWEAR TO GOD-"
"Excuse me?" Almeis stuck his head back in the room and arched an eyebrow in curiosity.
"SOL ISTH BANGING A JUGGALO HE GOTHST KISSED ON THE CHEEK AND EVERYTHING."
"…..is this true, Sollux?"
"I don't question your love life, don't question mine" Sollux snapped, glaring at Almeis who looked right back at him, blank faced for a moment or two as if calculating how to respond before he nodded at Mituna. "Deal with him how you wish for being a gossip. It is rude to gab about other people's affairs . . . Though I will enquire later about this apparent relationship you seem to have gotten into."
"WHAHAT?" gasped Mituna, hopping up from his seat as Almeis left the premises and looking from the door to Sollux and then back at the door again. It was like any chance of being saved from whatever Sol had in mind had walked out the door with his oldest brother and Mituna was now very worried.
"How fast do you think you can run?"growled the youngest captor, eyes narrowed as he glared daggers at Mituna who then yelled at the top of his lungs and bolted up the stairs.