[ ♑ ] This is not a bath house

[grandhighblood]

who: grand highblood + you

when: afternoon almost evening

where: the lake inside the forest [south-east quadrant]

style: any is fine

status: open

The highblood had spent a good chunk of his time after various events such as Summoner's death, Summoner's return, that scuffle with Darkleer, his own death by Darkleer's hands, just wandering off on his own. He didn't let anyone see him come or leave, and if they did, they obviously didn't bother him enough for him to care. As neglectful as he is of himself on a regular basis, he became even more so during this time and it led up to a point that even the highblood himself couldn't keep letting it go on as such.

It's one thing to look intimidatingly furious and unkept, but it's a whole 'nother thing looking like some kind of homeless feral creature. So to remedy this problem, he saunters on over to the nearest body of water and just slowly submerges himself underwater wearing only the minimal amount of clothing (meaning just his underwear -- yes, the one with his symbol on it). Not that he ever really wore that much to begin with these days, usually forgoing shirts regardless of the time and place. He remains under for a couple of minutes before the large spiraling dark red-to-orange-and-yellow horns slowly rise up through the clear surface, his massive amount of hair floating around him like kelp as it stuck to his hulking body while more of it emerges. It's quite a sight, really.

Talk to him? Try and wash his hair properly instead of how he's just making it worse by not properly shampooing and conditioning? Join him? >;o)

> What will you do?

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[grandhighblood]

"Don't mean I all up and have to listen to your motherfucking hoofbeastshit," He retorts back, still baring his teeth at him. "Maybe I'll just forget the motherfucking rinse and just get the fuck all up and out of here--"

Then he stands up, water rushing down off his body as he suddenly moves, and then just faces Darkleer with a scowl.

"Just get myself all up in your motherfucking delicate little bubble that's so all up and easy to fucking pop. Maybe this so-called motherfucking STINK of my own will rub off on your precious motherfucking clean shitty self, and force you to carry that scent with you always. MAYBE YOU'D LIKE THAT, MOTHERFUCKER."

[aim_exorable]

Pre-emptively, adrenaline pumps through his system and every muscle in his body tenses in preparation for some sort of battle, some sort of chase. There's something else in the back of his mind, however, whispering that he still carries something from the Highblood with him, something from all those sweeps of bowing to him, of carrying out his will no matter what it was, from being irreversibly his somehow. Darkleer swallows hard and does his best to smother it all.

"Do stop projecting your desires onto me, please," he hisses, shivering from far too many emotions than he needs right now. "Also, please get into the water before I am prompted to show you how it is done properly."

[grandhighblood]

The highblood knows that Darkleer is going through some kind of turmoil and just grins uncomfortably at him, glaring at darkly as he just steps closer to him. His footsteps squish loudly as they slowly start to circle around the blueblood, obviously not listening to his request to get back in the water.

"Oh yeah, motherfucker? What you all gonna motherfucking do, then? Pick a brother up by the seat of his motherfucking skivvies and push him underwater?" Yeahhh, don't tempt the only troll who is strong enough to actually pull that off. Might not be a good idea, highblood!

[aim_exorable]

No, see, that is the best idea. Or, at least, it caters to two of Darkleer's secret deepest needs, the first which is to toss the highblood about like a ragdoll. The other? Goodness, how long he's wanted to see him just CLEAN for once. As if he didn't carry all of the known Alternian diseases in his hair alone.

Still trembling slightly as he's circled like some sort of helpless prey, Darkleer takes in a deep breath to calm himself. Taking a hair tie from his belt, he gets to pulling his long hair back into bun, a process that doesn't take long with how experienced he is in the simple task. Then his glasses begin to pull away from around his horns and skull until he can simple remove them. With a snap, they're closed and he dismisses them to his sylladex. Another deep calming breath...

And then he's twisting around, going right up against the highblood. And yes, he is grabbing those goshdarned underpants- he needs the leverage as he keeps low and tries to use the highblood's weight against him to help toss him over into the lake again. If he's successful, guess who will be storming into the water as well?

[grandhighblood]

The highblood can see that Darkleer is preparing himself for something, but for what he's unsure. He just keeps a watchful eye as he does a great impression of a vulture, occasionally shaking water from out of his hair.

Then he's... well, he's not exactly sure what just happened. He saw it coming, as in, he saw Darkleer's form twist and press right up against him for a brief moment. But just because he can see what's happening doesn't mean his body can react as quickly as he'd wish, and finds his body suddenly being flung backwards by an impossibly strong force. Sure, he tenses for a moment and tries to hold his ground, but he finds that his strength against Darkleer's is pretty evenly matched a good deal of the time, and he managed to get the upperhand this time. Time after time, he's always surprised by the freakish strength of the blueblood and it pisses him off each time.

There's a huge splash, hitting the water back first, and feels himself sinking a little but not far enough into the lake to go under. He pulls himself up with a snarl, just in time to see Darkleer marching towards him with a clear purpose.

[aim_exorable]

Maybe one day it will piss him off so much, he might have a heart attack from it, and Darkleer would just sob tears of misery. Oh, except he wouldn't, and he would probably just celebrate with Gamzee by making pies all day.

If he could dream, that is probably the sort of thing he would dream of.

"Kindly sit still, thank you very much," he snaps, pulling a washcloth from his sylladex and not caring if his armor and clothes get wet. Darkleer wades right in. "I am going to show you how to do this properly and goodness gracious help me if you do not comply!"

[grandhighblood]

The highblood wastes no time in sitting up and getting to his feet, eyes wild and letting out a scoffing laugh. Yeah, no, not sitting down. He ain't taking none of this cleaning bullshit from Darkleer. He'll fight him, yeah, fight him real good and maybe kill him again just for good measure. But this? No way.

"Better get your motherfucking CALL ON for your Goodness Gracious, motherfucker, because I ain't complying to none of your fetishistic desires to all up and rid me of my motherfucking smell!"

[aim_exorable]

A rough snort and Darkleer stands his ground. "You wouldn't be getting rid of your smell, you would be getting rid of the smell of a walking waste disposal container!"

So this is how it is going to be, then. He should have figured as much. Growling deep in his throat, he gauges the highblood briefly. Finally, he darts forward again, trying to get a hold of him while his leg attempts to hook behind the highblood's so he can get him back down again.

[grandhighblood]

Although naked, wet, and quite vulnerable to a hard fall into the lake, the huge troll puts up a solid fight against Darkleer's attempt to bring him down. His hands are up, claws ready to sink into whatever part of the other troll's body he can get them into. Legs locked even with a leg hooked around the back, he lets out a growling yell, teeth bared as he tries to throw him off.

Being in water makes things difficult, however. The slippery dirt and rocks beneath his feet give away, which causes him to lose his balance thus the leg hooked around his knees finally buckle them in.

Down, down he goes, but he takes Darkleer with him, still latching tightly onto him.

[aim_exorable]

So this is yet another set of armor ruined. Really, the highblood is bad for them all. That, if nothing else, should be some sort of reason to stop dealing with him... but that's apparently undoable.

A brief thrill of victory goes through him when he feels the highblood starts to fall, but it's quickly gone when he feels his own center of balance torn from him. Darkleer only barely is able to take in a sharp gasp of air before he's underwater. His hands scramble before he shifts against him and reaches for his throat, his face, unsure if he wants to choke the other or just push him away by the face.

[grandhighblood]

The highblood clenches his teeth, trying to hold his breath properly even with those persistent hands reaching for his throat. His eyes snap open in a mixture of fear and anger, the suffocating pressure of water closing around him in that familiar terrifying way that he could remember from sweeps and sweeps and sweeps ago. It's the only clear memory he has, being underwater, unable to breathe and no one around to even help.

His body suddenly thrashes, reaching out for Darkleer's arm and full intending on breaking it if he even so much dared to keep him under.

[aim_exorable]

He sees that massive claw surging towards him, and there's only a split second for Darkleer to react to it. Everything feels to slow as he twists his body to try and defend himself against the attack. The impact alone makes his arm ache, and he tries to follow the twisting so his limb doesn't suffer more. In the meantime, his other hand tries to tear and loosen that grip.

His feet? He's trying to kick at the highblood's face. Goodness, but he hopes he makes the other lose a few of those ghastly things!