♑ ♥ ♐ | I'll take you just the way you are

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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.

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Gamzee is always fine with Equius yanking up his shirt.

Gamzee trails along at his side, peering around for one of the store attendants. And when he does, he quickly brushes the hair at his nape out of the way to show the tattoo placed there. And for once he is really happy, the attendant isn't up for a chat. Normally he loves just chilling with them and shooting the wicked shit about anything --that's why it always takes forever when he goes grocery shopping-- but right now, he's really cool with making this as quick as it can be.

[stayb100ponyboy]

When Equius sees that Gamzee has shown his mark to a local, the bucket disappears into his sylladex so fast it's practically a blur. There, the incriminating evidence is gone, leaving behind only a sweat-soaked towel.

He glances at Gamzee, wondering if his own face is a similiar reflection of nerves and excitement, and suddenly the absurdity of the situation strikes him. It starts slowly, low and soft in his throat, the nervous laughter rising up through his vocal cords.

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Gamzee gives him a smile at the laughter. It is a pretty unsure smile though. He isn't sure what it funny here but... but laughter is good, right? Yeah. Laughter is always good.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Yes, laughter is good, even if it's in a public place, and Equius breaks down into a gale of nervous giggling, hiding his face with his hands.

[420]

You know what laughter is? Laughter is infectious. Gamzee isn't even sure what they are laughing about, but Equius' nervous giggles are enough to draw some nervous laughter out of him as well.

God, that poor store attendant. They must look like a pair of crazy people.

[stayb100ponyboy]

The store attendant is alarmingly unphased. Teenage aliens laughing over buckets, whatever. Weirdos.

Gamzee's laughing just gets Equius going harder. He hurries out of the store, away from the incriminating cleaning supplies/sex aides aisles, so he can crack up on the street in peace.

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Gamzee just follows along with Equius, hiccuping a little with laughter. Once the laughter fit seems to have passed for both of them, he kind of wipes away very faint indigo tears, his voice still hitching a little. "I don't get it, why were we fuckin' laughing."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius' chest hitches a few times as he gets control over himself. "I don't know either."

He grins, though, one of those rare smiles that only Gamzee or Nepeta sees, and raises one eyebrow at his matesprit. "We have a bucket now."

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He flushes a little, not that you can really tell, but still he's flushing. "Yeah. Yeah we fuckin' do."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Just like Gamzee can tell when Equius is really smiling, Equius can tell when Gamzee is flushing, even through his paint.

"When we're ready... it'll be waiting." He offers Gamzee his hand again. "Let's go home."

[420]

It is his giant clown ears that give him away, isn't it?

"Yeah." He takes his hand once more, though he pauses. "actually, you all like wanna... take a fuckin' walk? Like a motherfuckin' midnight stroll?"

That is romantic, right?

[stayb100ponyboy]

The tips poke out of his hair and turn indigo!

Equius nods, surprised and pleased by the suggestion. "Okay. Do you want to go up to the island and walk on the beach?"

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Damn traitorous ear tips. He didn't have this problem so much when his hair was still a clownfro.

He brightens up a little, before nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd all fuckin' dig that."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Don't worry, darling; it'll be a clownfro again soon enough.

Equius leans in to brush a quick kiss off Gamzee's cheek, then leads him towards the elevator. The operator is only too happy to get them onboard and begin the ascent up to the island.

man, are they actually gonna find their baby in this post?

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Hey, maybe he will keep it cut short. It is kinda nice and scruffy like this. Doesn't take so long to dry.

Gamzee is happy enough to press his face right up against the glass of the elevator, staring at the fish --well, as much as he can see them-- on his way up.

they might! is it a good night for goose eggs?

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius waits patiently, watching the fish himself, and once they're on the island, he starts leading Gamzee towards the secluded area he showed him at the party.

"I've started laying the foundations for the beach house. Want to see?"

it feels like a perfect night for goose eggs

[420]

Oh, that gets Gamzee's attention straight away from the fish and onto Equius. He squeezes his hand, not too bothered with only having the moon to see Equius' face by. Trolls were, after all, a nocturnal species, regardless of what they had become here in Vatheon.

"Really? Already?"

let's find a goose egg then!

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Yes."

Equius can't keep the pride out of his voice. It's not every six and a half sweep old who can build a beach house for his matesprit!

"It's only the foundation right now, nothing too interesting, but you can see where it's going to be."

lets get a bby goose

[420]

It will be the most beautiful love nest.

"I wanna see." Oh man, this is totally exciting. Getting a hive right at the beach again, being able to laze somewhere comfortable and feel that sea breeze. Perfect.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Dural will be so proud of them.

"Right this way!" Equius starts walking a little faster in excitement, hurrying down the moonlit beach.

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"Woah, not so fuckin' quick, babe. We'll all be getting there when we'll be getting there."

Come on, that beach house isn't gonna run away or nothing. They can just be chill and enjoy each other's presence.

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Heh... sorry." Sometimes, when he's excited, Equius forgets about Gamzee's inability to hurry anywhere. He slows his pace down to a comfortable amble, walking side by side with his matesprit.

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"It's cool. You just gotta all be fuckin' remembering to be in the motherfuckin' moment." Oh, Gamzee can hurry places. He is a flash-stepping bastard, after all. He just won't. Not when it is a beautiful night like this and he has got the best company and there is nothing pressing going on.

Reaching over, he squeezes Equius' hand. "Like tell me more about what the fuck you be building." He won't get it, but that's cool. Equius will be excited talking about it anyway and that's enough.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Gamzee knows him so well; Equius perks right up, both from the hand holding and the questions about his building, and he immediately launches into an enthusiastic spiel.

"Well, I've figured out where the foundation is going and did all my measurements, then did the digging so I could lay the foundations, and I had to wait for a dry day to do that, and then..."

And on and on he goes, chattering animatedly.

[420]

Yep. Sure doesn't understand one fuckin' thing of it. But he lets Equius chat, occasionally injecting a nod or a 'hmm' or a 'motherfuck, really?' when it seems appropriate.

It isn't always appropriate, but he is trying!

And really, watching Equius light up like that, get all relaxed on focused on whatever miracles he all be making, that's good. Real good.