I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

[bethehugejerk]

Who: Karkat and Gamzee
Where: Karkat's hive.
When: July 20
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[The Fisholympics are finally over! The ended two days ago, specifically, but one day of rest at home was a good enough idea that he took it. Good for Eridan and Gamzee too, probably with them having been on their own teams. But now it's Friday, and after checking earlier in the day for schedule conflicts, things are ready. He has shooed Eridan off to do his own thing. He has gathered and organized his collection of Thresh Prince DVDs.]

[Food as usual has been left to his moirail, being as he's the one of the two who knows how to cook anything but baked goods. Not that Gamzee doesn't do his own baking (and getting baked), of course, but this ensures their snacks will be edible.]

[He's been looking forward to this for a while. The recent collection of stress is enough that a chance to just unwind is terribly inviting, and who doesn't love Troll Will Smith? He'll teach Gamzee to like him, anyhow, because he is awesome and this is the best show, hands down. He sends off a quick reminder to ensure Gamzee doesn't forget the time, then waits.]

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[420]

[Gamzee has been looking forward to this as much as Karkat has, to be honest. While he doesn't need some chilling down, spending time with his best pale bro is always welcome. He doesn't have many expectations of the show they are going to watch. Beyond knowing that it has a dorky intro rap, he's pretty unfamiliar with it. He figures it'll probably end up like it does when they watch a romcom, with Gamzee snoozing against Karkat, but hey that is cool too.

After explicit instructions to Milo to watch his new yet-to-be-named betta, and similar instruction to his yet-to-be-named betta to watch Milo, he's off to make the short trek to Karkat's crib, carrying a plate covered with an opaque cake cover. Once there, he raised his hand to ring the bell, content to wait for Karkat to let him in.]

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[It's not dorky, it's awesome! Thresh Prince of Bel Air is like the best thing, and Gamzee doesn't know anything. Troll Will Smith may not be the sort of hero who's earned the title, but as actors go he's pretty great. He hasn't just been in a romcom, but the bare premise of the show itself is just great to him. And it's funny, too. Perfect to chill out with, with his moirail about to be here together with fresh, homemade food.]

[And there he is! Karkat shoots up from the couch where he's been sitting, heads to the door, and opens it for him. Though not without some curious eying of the cake cover.]

Come in and set your thing down somewhere. What did you bring?

[420]

You'll see when you'll be seeing it.

[He's just teasing a little, but no worry, Karkat. Whatever Gamzee has thrown together today will end up in your gut at some point. And it will probably be ridiculously, criminally sweet. Gamzee is all too familiar with Karkat's sweet tooth, after all.

He slips past Karkat --though not without giving him a momentary arm around the shoulders and a squeeze-- heading towards the couch, setting down his thing on the small table in front of it.]

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Which is going to be soon enough, so why make me wait even that much by not telling me?

[Perfect logic forever, he sure is good at that. He shuts the door after Gamzee passes, then trails behind him into the living room.]

You want anything to drink to go with it? And we're going to be marathoning this show I don't want to get up more than I have to.

[Sure there's the pause button. Sure he's seen it a million times. But the point of a marathon is to marathon.]

[420]

Nothing wrong with just chillin' and waiting a fuckin' few, brother.

[He lets himself flop backwards onto the couch, stretching out his comically long arms, before he digs into his sylladex, retrieving a bottle of faygo.]

No worries, I got my own self covered.

[While Karkat would probably keep a stash of faygo cold for him if he asked for it, Eridan would probably flare his fins at it each time he'd see it. So really, it is just easier to bring his own.]

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Why did I not think of that? Of course you have that carbonated gutrot.

[He rubs an obligatory palm down his face, then stalks off kitchenwards to get himself something.]

Should I bring anything else out? Forks? Spoons?

[420]

No need to be in insult of a motherfucker's miracle drink. You know it ain't all as bad as you be trying to up and make it be.

[Gamzee knows you have drank it without keeling over dead, Karkat.]

And bring forks! Some of them fuckin' tiny ones.

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I drank it one time, and one time only! Those were special circumstances and you know it.

[He rummages around a drawer. Tiny forks? He grabs a pair of what turn out to be salad forks - who is he to fuss over having tiny ones for dessert? - then grabs himself a small bottle of juice from the thermal hull. A couple paper towels, too. When he returns, he holds up the utensils.]

These are the smallest ones I have.

[420]

Those lil' bros will all do the trick. Else, we up and got our prongs for this fuckin' business.

[Sure, he'll eat with his fingers too. Uncultured baconbeast.]

Come here, brother, let me be in the unveiling of this wicked shit.

[bethehugejerk]

If it's something that needs forks then we aren't going to switch out for prongs, Gamzee. You'll get food all over my couch, and I want to spend today watching this show and hanging out, not cleaning gunk off cushions.

[But he heads over, taking a moment to set things down, before he seats himself.]

Show me.

[420]

[Karkat, you are an utter buzzkill, but he still loves you. Or something.

Getting himself comfortable, he pulls the covered plate off the table again so he can properly present it to Karkat, sweeping off the cover to reveal what looks to be a textbook perfect pair of strawberry shortcakes.

They are mostly textbook perfect cause he took great care to eat cull the unworthy ones.]

Ta-da.

[bethehugejerk]

[Pale pity is a funny thing like that.]

[Karkat leans in a touch as Gamzee gets the plate, eyes clearly tracking its movement. He's curious, and if there is one thing that the juggalo can do surprisingly well, it's cook. Of course he's eager. And when the lids off? His eyebrows lift in pleasant surprise.]

That looks really good.

[420]

[Gamzee glows a little with pride. There are not actually a lot of things he can do that he can not only feel personal pride in, but that other people can also recognize as something good.

Grabbing one of the tiny little forks, he breaks into one of the shortcakes, scooping some of it on the eating implement before holding it out to Karkat.]

Taste.

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[Karkat gives him a quick, flat look.]

I can feed myself, Gamzee.

[So he goes to snatch the fork from his hand, then take the bite. And oh goodness strawberry shortcake heaven.]

How the hell you learned to cook without setting yourself, the food, and the surrounding block on fire is something I'll never understand, but I am never going to complain.

[420]

[He laughs a little, but he's cool with letting Karkat feed himself.]

Well, it ain't up and like I don't all wreck shit sometimes. You just all gotta be letting that shit slide and be chill with what be and try again.

[bethehugejerk]

That's not what I'm talking about, stupid. What I'm saying is that you can do this much at all, even with mistakes. You're not the kind of guy who gives off the impression of being a skilled baker, except in the sense of getting baked.

[420]

[Gamzee makes a thoughtful noise. He hadn't ever really thought of it like that.]

Shit, I guess we all be blessed with some stuff what we be best on. You got to havin' your fuckin' leader thing and the romance and shit and me, I cook grub.

[He's actually pretty pleased with that. Being able to make food is good. Not just from a not starving point of view, but also cause nobody minds food. It is a nice conflict free skill to have.]

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['Blessed' isn't how he would put it, not yet, and not for those things, but he eases still at Gamzee's words.]

I guess. Like I said, I'm not complaining that you can do it, especially when I get to enjoy the results.

[He looks to the little cakes again, then goes to stand.]

Anyhow! This is meant to be a marathon, and sitting on our asses babbling is not the way to get this marathon started.

[420]

Right you be.

[He shifts a little when Karkat gets up to get in the most comfortable position. He quickly kicks off his sneakers, leaning one foot against the small coffee table, the other tucked underneath him. He's got his cakes, his faygo within reach and a comfy couch under his butt. He's ready.]

You set that shit up, I'm ready for it.

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Get your foot off the table, Gamzee! If you're going to put the food there I don't want your toes remotely in its vicinity.

[But so long as he complies, Karkat goes over to the TV and pulls a stack of DVDs from his sylladex to set on the floor. If Gamzee bothers to look - oh, who are we kidding, he wouldn't care - they are arranged fastidiously by the number of each volume. He pulls the top one from the stack and pops the disc in the player.]

[It's only after he's returned to the couch, sat down, and positioned himself in his own comfortable way (with feet off the table) that he goes to start it. Cue dorky theme song.]

[420]

Awww, I like all scrubbed those motherfuckers.

[Cause clearly the cleanliness of his feet is what is at question here. Still, he'll pull his foot away from the table. It'll probably end up migrating there again somewhere during the watching, but well, that's just how things go.

He relaxes into the couch when Karkat comes back to sit next to him, waiting for the whole thing to start. He nearly makes it through the whole theme song, before he just has to comment.]

Shit's a fuckin' dorkfest.

[He sounds entertained rather than patronizing. Come on, Karkat. At least admit your favourite show is a dorkfest.]

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[Aww yes. This is the best show ever. Listen to Troll Will Smith's sweet rhymes. Karkat is content, in a Karkat-y approximation of the sense, because really, what could be better than settling in to marathon a show starring his hero witch hivemade strawberry shortcake to eat, all together with his moirail?]

[Then Gamzee has to go and make a dumb comment. Karkat aims a shove at his shoulder.]

Shut the fuck up! It's not dorky, it's awesome! And I thought you liked slam poetry. But I suppose it figures that as the first chords of something written with an actual modicum of talent filter into your auricular sponge clotss, your mind is so completely blown away that it cannot recognize good music for what it is.

[420]

[He laughs, tossing a companionable arm around Karkat's shoulders.]

Aww, brother, you know I all get my appreciation on for what wicked beats can be made to happen. I ain't saying shit's bad. Just dorky.

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[Oh no, this will not stand. Karkat tries to shrug the arm off, and goes to pause the show.]

[Look at this faze he's giving you, Gamzee.]

You take that back.

[420]

[Karkat, plz. It is not like he killed your lusus and feasted upon its corpse. He just called your show dorky.

Rightfully.]

Aight, aight. Get your consider on for that shit taken aback.

[bethehugejerk]

[He eyes him a moment longer, still irked, then turns to the TV.]

Good. No more comments like that, either.

[Don't think he won't stop the car DVD again, mister. For now, though, he unpauses it so they can resume watching.]

[420]

Consider my fuckin' flap shut as shut can motherfuckin' being.

[you know, for five minutes at least until he forgets again. And now that his mouth is shut he can put his arm back around his shoulders, right?]

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[No more than a small grumbling sound answers the replacing of Gamzee's arm. It's a comforting sort of presence, ultimately, and so long as any stupid comments are kept at bay, it does nothing to hinder his enjoyment of dorky awesome threshecutioner antics.]

[420]

[blessedly, Gamzee is mostly quiet while watching it. There is some laughter, sure, a surprised honk here and there, but mostly he is quiet, just shovelling food into his mouth.

Of course things just can't keep going well.]

Wait. Who were that motherfucker again?

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[Good enough! Once it seems that concern is passed, Karkat resumes eating his own shortcake. Nothing like good food and a favorite show.]

[You know, when his moirail's not being dumb.]

Did you seriously forget?

[He points at the screen with his fork.]

Troll Will Smith. Engrave his name in your sponge by ritually rubbing special stardust against your frontpan if you have to.

[420]

Not him. Trust me, brother, I got his being all lock up here in my pan at.

[Gamzee pokes at his head with his fork, nearly losing the implement in his hair.]

Meant the motherfucker all to be standing besides him.