When I wake up, the dream isn't done

[stayb100ponyboy]

Who: Equius and Gamzee
When: the afternoon of July 1st
Where: the finished beach shack Equius made
Style: lovey-dovey-schmoopy-woopy
Status: closed

The one good thing about Gamzee being in a sleep coma was that it gave Equius plenty of time to work on the beach shack he's been making for them. He'd just leave Gamzee's sleeping body under the supervision of Nepeta or Tavros and head up to the island, where he'd absorb himself in his work. Now all that sweat equity has paid off; the shack is almost done! He's finished all the heavy lifting; now all that's left is to decorate it.

Hence why he is loaded down with containers of paint like a pack mule.

"Are we really going to use all these colors?"

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[420]

Well, there is levels to this sacrilege; designs he wouldn't be able to paint him, designs he could, even designs specifically for this purpose.

Tilting his head a little, Gamzee strokes his fingers over Equius' cheek. "You'd look good is what I'm thinkin'."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius tilts his head in a mostly unconscious mimic of Gamzee, enjoying the fingers on his cheek.

"If you want to do that sometime, you can."

[420]

Gamzee feels heat bubble all over in his chest. Kinda how he guesses it would feel to drink heated faygo, except he isn't drinking heated faygo, it's all stupid red as can be lovepity.

"Aight. I'd like that. A lot."

[stayb100ponyboy]

"I would too."

Equius ducks in for a quick kiss on the side of Gamzee's mouth, then tears himself away, standing up.

"Now let's paint this house, or it's never getting done."

[420]

Gamzee laughs, stretching for a moment, before scrambling to his over-sized feet. "Aight, aight. What we gotta do?"

from the looks of it, the walled in section that makes up the kitchen, the beams, the ceiling. Plenty of work, but they have enough stamina between the two of them, surely.

[stayb100ponyboy]

"We should start on the parts up high," Equius points to the ceiling and the beams, "then work our way to the parts lower down." He points to the walls of the kitchen and the pillars holding up the roof. "That way, if we spill or slop paint around, it will only get on the parts that we're going to paint later anyway."

[420]

Oh, mr Zahhak, oh. He loves it when you talk logic.

Gamzee nods in response to Equius' statements. If it had been up to him, he would've just started somewhere and gone at things haphazardly, leading to exactly the kind of things Equius is wanting to prevent. "Sounds motherfuckin' fair. So, how do we all reach up there?"

They are both tall but not that tall.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius bends down, squaring up his shoulders to make a broad, comfortable seat. "You get on my shoulders."

This is going to end with his hair full of paint, he just knows it.

[420]

This is a terrible, no good idea, that is just going to end with pain and tears and Equius' hair full of paint, and of course, Gamzee hops right up on Equius' shoulders. He hooks his legs underneath his arms for stability, resting one hand on top of his head. Shit. He is so fuckin' tall now.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius stays kneeling, having no trouble carrying Gamzee's weight on his shoulders.

"What color do you want?" He looks at the tins of paint dubiously, having no idea which to choose.

[420]

Gamzee hums a little, giving the ceiling a critical eye-over. Shit, what kinda colour do you paint a ceiling? What kind of ceiling does he want to be staring up at laying here? It'd be nice if it could be like the fuckin' sky. Yeah. That's be real nice.

"We got any light blue? Like, the real motherfuckin' like stuff?"

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Like... this one?" Equius offers up a tin of blue paint. That counts as pale, right? It's pale to him!

[420]

Gamzee looks at the tin, then the ceiling, the tin, the ceiling, his face drawn in thought. Which is, to be honest, a pretty hilarious expression on his snout.

"Got one a lil' lighter than that?"

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius finds it charming.

"This one?"

[420]

Equius is biased on account of being dumb and in love.

"That one!" In his excitement, Gamzee nearly moves too much. Man, he really has to remember this balance thing now that he is up on Equius' shoulders.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Fortunately, Equius is experienced in having squirmy catgirls on his shoulders, and he simply rolls with Gamzee's motion to keep him in place. Then he carefully pops the lid off the can of paint and hands it up to Gamzee, along with a brush.

"Hang on, I'm going to stand up now." Without further ado, he does, rising slowly so Gamzee can get his horns out of the way if he needs to.

[420]

Gamzee does have to duck his head at a bit of an angle to stay clear from the ceiling once Equius is completely up on his feet. Stupid horns. It seems they are as determined to grow as the rest of him is. He has seen his ancestor, so he knows what he has to look forward to in terms of growth, but damnit, sometimes cute little nubs like Karkat has just seem way easier. Like when painting ceilings.

Making sure he is steady, Gamzee then dips the brush in the paint, before drawing the first arc of pale blue against the ceiling. The painting has begun.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius just wishes the point on his broken horn would grow back.

He looks up, being carefully not to skewer Gamzee in the stomach, and watches as he spreads pale blue across the ceiling. He doesn't really do color, but even he can see that this is nice, and makes the room feel brighter and more like it's outdoors.

Once Gamzee has painted about as much as he can reach, Equius takes a few steps to the side, so he can get more of the ceiling.

"That looks really nice. Good choice."

[420]

Gamzee thinks Equius' broken horn is awfully cute though.

Gamzee grins down at him, not minding the pale paint that is dripping down his hand and wrist. Paint-covered is pretty much Gamzee's default state anyway. "It does, yeah? All got itself up and looking like getting your gander on at the sky."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Paint-covered is going to be Equius' state by the time this is done!

"Maybe once the blue dries, we could paint some clouds up there too?"

[420]

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah, lets fuckin' do that." Gamzee enthusiastically pumps the fist holding the brush sending paint splatters everywhere. It's a good thing they started with the ceiling.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Whelp, now Equius has a streak of blue paint in his hair. Oh, well. He suspected this would happen, and has a ready supply of shampoo back in their hive.

"Good thing we have some white paint." He takes another step to the side, so Gamzee can get the corner of the ceiling.

[420]

"Yeah."

Equius is not the only one who will be needing a good scrub when they get home; Gamzee's right arm is already slowly starting to get covered in paint, and not even his horns have escaped the mess.

"Woah. Back a lil', babe. Missed a spot." Gamzee's thighs and calves flex slightly as he stretches out, trying to keep both his balance and reach the unpainted spot he had missed before.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Oh god, tight clown thighs flexing on either side of his neck! Be still, Equius' pounding cardiovascular organ!

He obediently backs up, positioning them right under the unpainted spot. He's starting to get uncomfortably sweaty with all this, and a dip in the ocean is starting to sound pretty good.

[420]

Gamzee has absolutely no idea what his flexing thighs or very casual commands are doing to Equius. He isn't even away that is giving commands. They are more like directions, really. Besides, he is pretty focused on getting this ceiling painted.

He gives Equius' horn a little nudge in the direction they've got to go, almost as if he is steering him, cheerfully humming as he turns the ceiling in a very delightful shade of light blue.