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♑ ♥ ♐ | I'll take you just the way you are
Who: Gamzee and Equius
Where: In the bedroom.
When: Backdated to monday evening after their talk with Darkleer and Gamzee talking to Signless
Style: Fuck your brackets.
Status: closed
GOOD LUCK!
Gamzee glances over that last message send by Signless with a relaxed smile, letting his SFC dangle from his fingers, perched in a loose mess of too long limbs on the window sill of their bedroom. There isn't really a breeze outside, not like there is up on the island or there had been back on his beach, but the small difference in temperature between outside and inside is enough to prickle his bared skin anyway. And he's got a lot of that. Well more than normal, at least; he's wearing no more than what he normally wears to sleep in: a pair of his own boxer-shorts and one of Equius' old tank-tops, one of those just torn enough that Equius can't wear it as normal anymore, but still together enough that he can get away with it as jammies.
Talking with Signless sure had helped mellow things out for him, and make things make sense in his pan. Darkleer had been all sorts of fuckin' helpful too, but there was no adult troll as relaxing as Signless. You couldn't beat Signless to a relax-off. He simply was the best there is.
Either way, that leaves just one thing he still wants to do, that he told Signless he was going to do: talk to Equius. They're in this together, after all. No need to keep any stuff hidden between the two of them. They are motherfuckin' matesprits. They are supposed to be open.
Where: In the bedroom.
When: Backdated to monday evening after their talk with Darkleer and Gamzee talking to Signless
Style: Fuck your brackets.
Status: closed
GOOD LUCK!
Gamzee glances over that last message send by Signless with a relaxed smile, letting his SFC dangle from his fingers, perched in a loose mess of too long limbs on the window sill of their bedroom. There isn't really a breeze outside, not like there is up on the island or there had been back on his beach, but the small difference in temperature between outside and inside is enough to prickle his bared skin anyway. And he's got a lot of that. Well more than normal, at least; he's wearing no more than what he normally wears to sleep in: a pair of his own boxer-shorts and one of Equius' old tank-tops, one of those just torn enough that Equius can't wear it as normal anymore, but still together enough that he can get away with it as jammies.
Talking with Signless sure had helped mellow things out for him, and make things make sense in his pan. Darkleer had been all sorts of fuckin' helpful too, but there was no adult troll as relaxing as Signless. You couldn't beat Signless to a relax-off. He simply was the best there is.
Either way, that leaves just one thing he still wants to do, that he told Signless he was going to do: talk to Equius. They're in this together, after all. No need to keep any stuff hidden between the two of them. They are motherfuckin' matesprits. They are supposed to be open.

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They'll do plenty of that later, after all.
YoU GoNnA CoMe tO BeD SoOn?
WaNnA TaLk.
I MeAn iF YoU AlL Be fUcKiN WaNtInG To.
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D --> Okay
D --> I need to put the chocobos in their pens, but I can be upstairs in about ten minutes
D --> Do you want me to bring you a snack on my way up
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YeSsSsSs!
:o)!
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And ten minutes later, exactly, the chocobos are safely in their pens for the night, and Equius is climbing the stairs, two mugs of tea (with lemon for him, with sugar and a dash of slime for Gamzee) in one hand and some muffins Gamzee made earlier in the other. He enters their bedroom and smiles, a trifle shyly, at his matesprit.
"Hi."
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Gamzee swings around carelessly on the window sill to face him, his smile warming more at the sight of the tea and muffins. And it is a little bit shy too, cause he know what they are going to talk about, but it is okay. He can do this. With Equius he can.
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Equius sets the tray down on the nightstand, then takes a seat on the bed, looking at Gamzee expectantly. "What did you... wait, hold on." He reaches up, takes his glasses off, and puts them aside. "Okay. What did you want to talk about?"
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He shambles over to the bed, grabbing his cup and a muffin and taking seat on the bed himself. "'Bout what Darkleer was talking about, 'bout some some stuff I all did talk to Signless about too. I mean, if you be wanting to. We ain't gotta if you aren't chill with it being."
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He takes a sip of tea and looks at Gamzee over the rim of his mug. "All right, though. Is there anything specific you want to talk about?"
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Gamzee pushes up a bit higher on the bed, lounging against the pillows as he sips his tea. "Dunno. Know I wanna jam over this stuff with you, but I didn't all went and picked a motherfuckin' way to."
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He selects a muffin for himself and takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully before answering. "Well... I thought everything Darkleer said made sense. I mean, he knows about this stuff better than anybody else, right?"
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"Yeah. So like.. it's chill with you? That stuff what he were saying about me all being in motherfuckin' charge and shit."
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"Yes, it's fine with me. You... you kind of do that already. Since I can't touch you or anything."
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"Never really all thought like that were being in motherfuckin' charge, you know? I mean, you are all like letting me know you be wanting that stuff anyway even without laying fuckin' prong on me."
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"Yes, but then you're the one who has to do everything." Equius sighs. "I wish it could be different, but for right now, it can't. I'm practicing, though! I can touch the chocobos now!"
Mostly because Darkleer is built like a squawking brick. He's still careful with Pounce.
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"I know. Bro, I see you all like getting your fuckin' practise on with Darkleer all the motherfuckin' time. I know you been working at it."
He shuffles a little closer to rest his hand on Equius' arm.
"No worries, yeah? I don't fuckin' mind. I know you gonna figure that shit out."
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"And..." He lets that trail off as he pauses, thinking. "I'm cool with waiting some."
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"Miracle this amazing, I don't fuckin' mind."
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Might as well throw this on the table too. "And I like it when you take charge. I'm okay with that too."
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Gamzee nods slightly, before looking down at his tea. "Aight. I mean, if that all be what gets my brother's motherfuckin' glad on, I'm cool with it. Just... just guessing I'm kinda not being all too fuckin' sure about being good at that kinda shit, you hearing me here?"
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Oh god, his face is so blue right now, he can feel it.
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"Yeah. Okay. Just... Just wanna be making it good for you. And not like just good for me or any shit like that." He declines to comment on the blueness of Equius' face. He has a feeling his cheeks would be a bit more indigo than normal too if not for the thick layer of paint. "When we are there at."
A pause. "Equius?"
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"Yes?"
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man, are they actually gonna find their baby in this post?
they might! is it a good night for goose eggs?
it feels like a perfect night for goose eggs
let's find a goose egg then!
lets get a bby goose
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pffft, random style switching back and forth
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