♑ > I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air.

[420]

Who: Gamzee (420) & you
Where: The plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: anything goes
Status: Open!


[Anyone that might visit the coral today might notice that the plaza is really... bubbly. And not in the happy cheerful mood way. Well, maybe that too, but really it is literally bubbly, filled with big fat bubbles floating lazily on the air until they eventually pop in mid air. Or against buildings. Or people.

Or are eaten by a busily honking goose wandering around the plaza. There is that too.

The cause of all the bubbles is sitting calmly, contently, on the edge of the fountain, one leg tucked underneath him, an army worth of bubble wands and soap water next to him. Bubble wands are really not an Alternian thing at all --what battle-focused, cut throat society would go through the trouble of discovering bubble wands?-- and this new discovery has left Gamzee pleased as pie. Occasionally he reaches up, popping a few bubbles with his claws, before adding more to the air.

Anyone, of course, is free to join him. In fact, if Gamzee happens to be your buddy, he might very well have send a text earlier stating nothing else but 'BuBbLeS! MoThErFuCkIn bUbBlEs **eVeRyWhErE**!'. Today is exciting, ok?]

Comments

[bethehugejerk]

I was being facetious, you air-headed balloon of a troll!

[But for all he may call Gamzee air-headed, Karkat's the one with the expansive capacity to his lungs. It was basically only a matter of time before the little wand would get positioned just the right way to catch some of that expelled stream of hot air, which finally - finally! - produces a flurry of angry little bubbles.]

[Which just happens to catch the shouting troll off guard enough that his balance takes a back seat. How would you like to have Karkat fall on you, Gamzee? Because that's what is happening.]

[420]

[Gamzee honk-laughs his victory when finally, finally, Karkat puffs out an angry stream of bubbles. Who cares if it wasn't Karkat's intention. Bubbles are bubbles and bubbles are great.

And normally Gamzee is absolutely fine with Karkat collapsing against him. Karkat has a nice warm and solid weight for him to wrap his husk around and physical affection is very much Gamzee's thing. It really is a bitchtits sensation to experience.

Not so bitchtits though when he's already sitting balanced precariously on the edge of a fountain. At first he laughs when Karkat thuds into his chest, wrapping one arm around him. His laughter quickly changes to a sound of surprise and 'oh shit' when Karkat's added weight is just enough to tip him backward and his skinny butt slips on the smooth rock. Maybe he could save himself if he'd had the presence of mind to claw for the edge of the fountain but presence of mind and Gamzee are just two very separate things.

Fountain, hope you don't mind a pair of dorks.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat starts to squirm when he realizes his loss of balance, which does him jack shit for help when here Gamzee's hugging him closer. If anything, it only ensures further sloshing and splashing when they find a new spot in the fountain, with his face planted somewhere in his moirail's collar bone. The noises muffled into his shirt are most like swears.]

[There is yet more squirming as he tries to plant his palms somewhere solid and push himself up.]

[420]

[Most of what Karkat says around Gamzee are swears so Gamzee is not surprised.

He's also in a fountain, so he really doesn't have the time to be marvelling at Karkat using his words.

Being on the bottom, he's subject to far more water than Karkat. And when Karkat seeks something solid to put his hands on, well, Gamzee is the closest solidest thing there. Flailing a little, he sputters. After all of Zelda's effort getting him a magic tunic, it'd be hella stupid if he went and drowned in a fountain.]

[bethehugejerk]

Wait, shit!

[He flounders a bit, splashing more as he tries to move from pushing Gamzee down to supporting himself against something not a person who needs to breathe. He winds up sat beside him as he tugs at his shirt, trying to haul him up past the water.]

[420]

[Without Karkat pressing against his body, it is far easier for Gamzee to manage to sit up. He hacks, spitting out water --possibly, accidentally in Karkat's face, but he wasn't aiming that; just clearing his airsacks-- his bangs drooping in his eyes. He's soaked to the bone, sitting in a fountain and Karkat is sitting next to him looking much like a cat just introduced to a bath. He really can't help it; he starts to laugh.]

[bethehugejerk]

Don't spit on me, assboil!

[This spawns another round of flailing, though he stops - switching to mopping his face with his wet sleeve - before he can lose his balance again. There is no hope of dryness this way. His pants are pretty much sopping by now, with more soaking in the longer he stays seated. His shirt is little better.]

This is your fault, you know.

[420]

Sorry, sorry.

[It sounds pretty insincere when he's still sitting there, halfway through a laughing fit. His shoulders are shaking with mirth, and he can practically swear his eyes are leaking a little with it all.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat's eyes narrow, painting him as the opposite of his moirail: mirthless, with no recompense.]

[Which is not to say he lacks a certain ridiculousness, as he takes to splashing Gamzee in revenge.]

[420]

[Karkat sure isn't helping Gamzee's mirth here. Not when he starts to splash him as if this was all a huge game.

Gamzee holds up one arm for a moment to shield him from the water --not that he isn't already wet down to his skivvies-- before he splashes a wave of water back at Karkat.]

[bethehugejerk]

Stop! Stop, stop, stop, you nooksmearing, I'm already soaked!

[Which is... why he... splashes Gamzee harder. Maturity, thy name sure as fuck isn't Karkat.]

[420]

Relax, brother. A lil more water ain't gonna harm none.

[After all, they are already soaked as Karkat pointed out. A little more water won't make them more soaked.

Which is why Gamzee happily continues to splash him back.]

[bethehugejerk]

Gah--god damnit, fuck you!

[DOUBLE HANDED SPLASH WAVE.]

I'm the land dwellingest of the land dwellers; I was not hatched to look like a drowned squeakbeast!

[420]

[HE MAY NEVER BE DRY AGAIN.]

Be more like a drowning purrbeast if you all be asking me here.

[bethehugejerk]

I am not a drowned purrbeast, you ass. Do I look like I purr?

[Pause.]

The one time I did was because of that hat, and you know it!

[420]

I dunno, brother. You do all get yourself to having a righteous fuckin' relaxed look on your nug when a motherfucker up and rubs your neck.

[Here, let he splashily lean over and trying and rub his dripping wet hands over the back of Karkat's neck. Surely this will go just as he has planned it.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Of course Gamzee would try that, wouldn't he? Karkat snarls and squirms, trying at once to worm out of the way of the petting hand while swinging his hand up at an offending arm.]

Hey! I didn't give you permission to go petting my stem like I'm your own feline lusus! Hands off!

[420]

Shoosh, brother. You know you dig it.

[Gamzee tries to haul him closer --gently, of course-- so he can stroke and massage his fingers over the back of Karkat's neck. They are sitting waist deep in a fountain. It is not like either of them as dignity left.

Gamzee didn't even have dignity going into the fountain.]

[bethehugejerk]

Damnit, Gamzee!

[Cue whiny noises and squirming, another swat or two, some frowning. This shouldn't be relaxing! Not right now.]

Sitting in a fountain in the middle of the Plaza is not the place for you to go to town with neck rubs.

[420]

[Rub rub rub.]

Awww, best brother mine. Getting all in touch up with your fuckin' chill side be an everywhere kinda thing.

[bethehugejerk]

[Unfair, Gamzee. |:B]

Dude, I have already lost a huge chunk of my dignity with this whole mess here. I don't need you to steel away the rest of it too. Now stop, let me up, and let's go bug the locals for towels.

[420]

[Terminally.]

You got as much motherfuckin' dignity to your fuckin' being as you always all got to possessing.

[Which... wait, does he mean Karkat is always undignified or that he has his dignity regardless of the situation? We just don't know.

He shifts slightly then, finding the edge of the fountain with one hand, extending his other to Karkat, clearly as an offer of peace and to help him up.]

Aight. I'm chill with that.

[bethehugejerk]

Shut the fuck up! This is nothing close to my normal levels of dignity and you know it, assclown.

[Not that his aggravation stops him from taking Gamzee's hand. He pulls himself upright, then steps carefully out of the fountain, no doubt dripping everywhere. Drowned cat, it's him.]

[420]

[He just snickers as he manages to wade out of the fountain as well, trying to shake some of the water off him, reaching up to touch his face.]

We best be goin'. Feels like a brother's face is starting to slip.

[His fingers come away covered in wet paint. Definitely time to get dried off and reapply that stuff.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, yeah. You and your "face". Come on.

[From the fountain he heads over to the nearest NPC native who looks likely to be a towel purveyor. While appearances should be clear enough, he makes the request clearer.]

One guess what the twist-horned beanpole and I need.

[And soon enough, there should be some fresh towels handed over.]