♑ Many small boxes and Maruzee

[420]

Who: Troll kids and anyone who wants to join
When: Saturday, May 26, in the early afternoon
Where: The Land of Boxes and Joy
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open, feel free to threadjack and use it as a general mingling log.



[Boxes. Boxes! So many boxes.

Gamzee knows how these boxes got here --miracles!-- and for what reason --mating! cause that is what all animals on tv do when they come together in large groups which clearly means that in a few weeks they will hear the pitter-patter of little matchboxes-- but he has no idea what he is doing. Well. He is building. Duh. But he has no idea what it will be. He figures the boxes will just let him know once he is done building. So far he's got a stack of boxes put together in the centre and the starts of a haphazard wall surrounding them. Could be anything really.

But it is totally a boxfort.]

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[420]

Gamzee reaches up to catch his wrist, looking up at him. "I'm sorry, aight? Shouldn't've all fuckin' did that. Just don't up and go get your fuckin' swim on alone. Ain't safe."

[stayb100ponyboy]

"You don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, I just... I just need to get some exercise, I need to get this energy out or I'm going to do something stupid, I'm going to break something..."

[420]

"I know. Just ain't you go swimming alone, aight? I'll come with if you wanna but the motherfuckin' ocean be way too fuckin' dangerous for that shit." He squeezes his wrist for a moment, looking up at him. "Ain't wanna lose you, okay?"

[stayb100ponyboy]

Oh. That's right, someone Gamzee is close to drowned recently. Equius nods in agreement.

"I'll wade up to my waist and then run around the island, okay?" The water resistance will be good for him.

[420]

Well, that and the fact that the ocean is dangerous is the only lesson Gamzee's ol' goat did manage to grind into his brain. Even he doesn't go swimming unless someone else is there.

"Lemme at least all be sending my goat with."

[stayb100ponyboy]

"All right." Equius gently shakes free of Gamzee's hand--not realizing how much control it took to do that and not dislocate his boyfriend's shoulder--and wades out into the water, waiting for Gamzee's goat to surface and escort him.

[420]

Gamzee does like his shoulder undislocated!

Fumbling with his sylladex, he digs out the remote after a few times --oh so that is where that shirt had gone-- pressing the button to summon the big robo-goat out from where it rested.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius waits until the goat surfaces next to him, spraying him with cool salt water. Then he turns, waves at Gamzee, and takes off at a dead sprint, water churning up all around him and the goat close on his heels.