♑ > 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]

[Yeahhh eyes glazing over here. He's not sure why he bothered now.]

I would ask what the ranks even mean, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I give no more fucks than I normally do. You have either lucked out, or encountered great disappointment, but either way I am spared. Yours forever means "I'm a clown-faced nookwhiffer" to me. If nothing else, you're distinctive.

[420]

[So close to finding your inner religious believer, Karkat. So close and yet so far.

Luckily Gamzee wasn't particularly expecting a huge religious breakthrough on Karkat's side, so he calmly goes back to fixing his make-up.]

My face ain't really one of theirs, but if that's what you wanna think it's like, I'm cool with that.

[bethehugejerk]

[Sorry, man. Even becoming a god won't make him a church-going penitent, however much it might lift some of his disbelief. In some areas.]

[His eyebrow creeps up.]

It's not? Then what's the point?

[420]

I never got to being a real initiate, you get? Don't get taken into the motherfuckin' brotherhood proper until you're an adult. So when this bro was being a much littler bro, and he first wanted to all show his Mirthful Ones that he got their truths, I up and all like made up my own design.

[With a practise flick of the wrist he completes the two circles at his temples, before loving his paintbrush, his face intact once more.]

This is my soul's motherfuckin' convent with those what I know to be true. But like, you can all be thinkin' of this shit as dumbass paint, it's cool. All us motherfuckers having to gotten having different truths be what makes this world so motherfuckin' beautiful.

[bethehugejerk]

Dumbass paint is what I have, do, and likely always will think about your ridiculous clown design.

[He looks over Gamzee's face. He knows the design by heart by now, that if even a single line were off, he'd know it. He might not care what it means, in the end, but it's still an integral part of his moirail.]

[He holds out his hand as he stands up.]

Come on, let's go back to our hives, because I am done chilling my ass in soggy jeans. And by official pale mandate, you also need to get back and change into something dry.

["Pale mandates" aren't really a thing, but whatever.]

[420]

[Maybe not pale mandates, but there is always pale man-dates, the next step on platonic bromance of this level.

Or something.

His stuff disappears into his sylladex once more and he reaches up to grab Karkat's offered hand, letting him help him up.]

Aight, aight. If that be what my brother thinks be best for me, I ain't all got the gumption to argue.

[bethehugejerk]

I do think so. If we don't change back, being cold and damp will probably land us each with some disgusting earth illness again, which I refuse to let happen.

[Letting go of his hand, Karkat looks about the Plaza and back towards the fountain they fell in earlier.]

Unless you've forgotten anything in the course of devious moron antics, let's get moving.

[420]

[He certainly wouldn't have minded holding his hand more, but hey, a casual arm draped around the shoulders works just as well. Karkat doesn't actually need personal space, right?]

Naw, I got it.

[He didn't even look around to check. He just... he doesn't really care. It is what it is. He's got what he needs, and if he forgot something he can go back. And if it is gone, well, then it wasn't meant to be his, really. Sometimes your stuff just needs to take a journey all of its own. And that's cool.]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat frowns, both in combination from the arm about his shoulders (which he allows nonetheless), and Gamzee's quick answer.]

Are you positive? You didn't look. Did you even think about it? Because if you remember something halfway back to Phanga, I'm not turning around just so we can get it.

[420]

[He reaches up to ruffle his fingers through Karkat's damp hair for a moment before letting his hand rest there.]

I'm sure. It's cool, aight? If it all turns out to fuckin' be like I forgot some shit, I'll up and go back later. Ain't a biggie.

[bethehugejerk]

[He reaches up in turn to nudge the hand away. Either put the hand on his shoulder or keep it off; his head's not a hand rest.]

Fine, fine. Let's just get going then. I want dry pants again, and dry everything else, and to never make acquaintances with the interior of a fountain again.

[420]

[Okay, back around the shoulders, it is.]

Sure thing, brother.

[AND THEN WENT AND DRY CLOTHES WERE FOUND AND A TWO MONTH OLD THREAD FINALLY CAME TO AN END, THE END.]