♑ 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.]

Comments

[420]

Maybe it's the slime.

[Wouldn't that be amazing if he had a spine made of slime? He could just ooze everywhere. And he is more than happy to lean into the not-actually-illegal cuddles.]

[bethehugejerk]

Gamzee, it's your pan the slime turns to jelly, not your spine. I think I would have noticed if my skeletal integrity was altered that time I got high with you.

[Ill-advised idea as that was. But this here and now is... actually kind of nice, odd though it is. From here he has a view of the sky overhead, and in his ears are the sound of the ocean and Gamzee's breathing, when they're not speaking. One might even call it relaxing - even for Karkat of all trolls.]

[A question does however come to mind about the rest of the scenario.]

Hey, do you even know where all these boxes came from?

[420]

Not a motherfuckin' clue.

[But he doesn't question it! It seems like a silly thing to question where boxes come from. Man, just let the boxes go where they wanna go, you know? They are free too. Besides, laying like this, cuddled against Karkat, enjoying the heat of his body and the sounds of the sea, he is far too chill to care about anything.]

[bethehugejerk]

So you just went up and started messing with them anyway? Do you ever stop to consider things more deeply?

[Nevermind that he... more or less did the same thing. And isn't exactly trying to dislodge Gamzee. His hair is just fuzzy to rest his face against, okay!]

[420]

Didn't seem right to this motherfucker to be questioning a miracle occurrence like that getting its happen on.

[Because why question things, man. That is effort.]

The boxes wouldn't up and answer anyway.

[bethehugejerk]

Boxes aren't miracles, you dense fuck; they're cardboard. Inanimate, lifeless, non-sentient cardboard.

[Sigh. He may have all the pale pity in the world for Gamzee, but these moments haven't gone anywhere.]

You could have looked around for other people, or tried to see if you could find who brought them up here in the first place. Maybe a sign somewhere, or some sort of... I don't know... specific thing at some point along this gritty sand heap. There has to be some reason they're here.

[420]

[Hey, it wouldn't be Karkat without some insults thrown in. Gamzee can filter them out anyway. It's just sentence decoration at this point.]

Probably. But I ain't gotta be in the know on what that motherfuckin' reason might be to all get my glad on.

[bethehugejerk]

God, you have such a simple world view. I don't even know if I should envy you for it or be annoyed that you don't think deeper on anything.

[Grump grump being a cranky leader is hard.]

[420]

Got you for that, ain't I, my main brother?

[He reaches up to pat Karkat's cheek lazily.

shoosh, Karkat. You know you'd hate it if your moirail was every bit the grouch you are.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Huff. But it is true, and he eases with the papping, not that he was even that worked up. As weird as it is, this whole situation is actually pretty good for him.]

[Which, Karkat being Karkat, begs a certain question.]

Whatever. Just how long as we going to stay stuck in this box?

[420]

Right up until we get out is what I'm fuckin' thinkin' here.

[Yep. That sure is an answer.]

[bethehugejerk]

That doesn't tell me anything.

[No it isn't. Though he's still not trying to climb out.]

[420]

Sometimes it ain't gotta.

[A shitty answer is still an answer!]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat paps at the side of his head in relatively mild frustration, but says nothing further. Rejoice, Gamzee: you have gotten your moirail to be quiet, sit still, and relax. That what he's doing. Not one single other word out of his mouth as he resettles, half-curled against him, half-watching the sky. It's nice, okay.]