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Who: Equius Zahhak and Gamzee Makara
Where: their kitchen
When: Friday, during the wrath curse
Style: wrathful
Status: closed

Equius woke up this morning feeling... off. Everything is just a little too bright, a little too noisy, and he finds himself gritting his teeth and trying to keep a lid on his temper. He should probably go see Nepeta later today. But first, breakfast.

Which was going fine until he got out the jug of milk to pour on some cereal, and it exploded in his hand, raining shards of plastic and milk everywhere.

Great.

Just. Flipping. GREAT.

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"Awww, seriously, man?"

At the noise, Gamzee had poked his head into the kitchen and he can't help the little frustrated sigh from escaping him. Fuck it, he had been planning on using that milk later. He can't really describe what was wrong, except that everything seemed a little short today; short and frustrating and it made his fuckin' paws itch to do some shit. Which he had decided would be baking, cause baking is cool and relaxing, right? Except, great. Out of fuckin' milk.

Equius turns at the sound of Gamzee's voice, but instead of being reassured, he just feels defensive. It's been weeks since this has happened, positively WEEKS, he's gotten a lot better at controlling himself HE CAN HOLD HANDS NOW DAMMIT, and that irritated sigh just sets his teeth on edge.

"What?"

"I was gonna fuckin' use that. Had me all a great motherfuckin' idea up in here." Gamzee taps his temple for a moment, before he thoughtlessly strides into the kitchen on his bare feet. He isn't actually annoyed at Equius; his irritation is solely on the milk being on the floor and not in the jug. Though with how prickly everything feels, it is not like he is doing much of a great job of showing that.

He gets about a few steps into the kitchen, before he hisses, raising a foot to brush a bit of glass off the sole of his foot.

"You're going to hurt yourself." That sounds much snippier than he intended, instead of being concerned for Gamzee's well-being. Which Equius is! He's also just... feeling really defensive over the fact that he broke a milk jug. Seriously, it's been ages since he's done that, and it makes him feel foolish and ashamed that he's breaking things at random again.

He's not mad at Gamzee; he's mad at himself.

"Get out of the way."

So I can clean it up.

"Chill, I got it." He too is sounding a little too snippy. And seriously, despite insinuations from... well, just about everyone really, Gamzee had managed to keep himself alive and mostly thriving all alone on a beach with minimal input from his lusus for a sweep or two. He's not that much of a wreck that he can't handle all this shit.

"I made the mess, I'll clean it up!"

"You sure? No motherfuckin' offence meant, babe, but when you get to breaking shit, you kinda don't fuckin' stop."

Well... it's true. There is just no use in turning their spilled milk situation into a broken milk jug and a broken broom and a broken trash can situation.

"What?" Equius knows Gamzee is right, but that really isn't making him feel any better. Rather than acknowledge the truth of the statement, he storms past his matesprit to the closet where they keep the brooms and mops and, just as predicted, he's got a door knob with no door attached in his hand a few seconds later.

"Shit!"

Gamzee doesn't say anything. He certainly doesn't say I told you so. Even though he did. He so did. "Just lemme, aight?"

Even though Gamzee didn't say it, he totally did. Equius can feel it.

"I CAN DO IT!" He shoves his hand in the hole where the doorknob used to be and yanks... and now he has an entire door hanging off his wrist like a giant bracelet.

This time Gamzee does actually make a frustrated sound. This whole day had already been vaguely, indescribably bugging him, and now he also has to deal with Equius being the dumbest motherfucker what he can all be. "Equius, just quit it, okay? Before you fuckin' wreck the whole motherfuckin' hive."

"I'm NOT going to wreck the whole hive!" Except he probably is, at the rate he's going today, and Equius makes a disgusted, exasperated noise under his breath and grabs the door with his free hand. A few moments later, and their floor is covered with wood splinters, as well as milk and plastic shards.

"I REINFORCED that door, it shouldn't have done that!"

"Yeah, it was just a motherfuckin' miracle." Once this day passes and he'll be in full control of his own emotions again, he's going to look back on this in horror. But right now it is hard to feel that horror. Instead there is just building irritation that has him opening and closing his fists. All he had fuckin' wanted to do was just chill while baking, and Equius is making it really motherfuckin' hard for any of that to happen.

"... excuse me." It's not a question so much as a statement, said very quietly. Equius turns and glares at Gamzee, positively trying to wither him with his gaze, and if Nepeta were here, she'd be in full shoosh-pap mode.

But Nepeta's not here, and it's just two dumb boys having an argument about things that don't really matter. "Would you care to repeat that, please."

If Karkat was here he might be adding a few shooshing paps of himself to Gamzee's over-active rumble spheres. But he is not, so instead Gamzee just draws up to his full height --still taller than you Zahhak, suck it-- tipping his head back just a little to look down his nose at him.

"You went and busted your fuckin' hear ducts too? It said it was just a motherfuckin miracle."

Dammit all, Equius forgets that Gamzee is taller than him most of the time, and then he has to go and stand up straight like that. God, he hates feeling short.

He's also realizing that he's supposed to be intimidated here, and he responds by squaring his shoulders and putting his fists on his hips, making himself look wider and more solid. Yeah, take that, buddy!

"You know what's a 'miracle'?" Air-quotes. "It's a miracle I ever tried so damn hard to control myself so I'd be able to touch you!"

"It'd ever be a goddamn motherfuckin' miracle if you could just fuckin' get over yourself enough to chill and just do it." If Gamzee had been slightly more on the purple side, his fins would be flaring now. Instead he just settles for setting down that statement with a little more fang than necessary. And while it is not something he'd normally would've snapped at him, he can't deny he hasn't thought it once in a while with how often most of their touching progress is interrupted by Equius even when Gamzee knows, just knows, it'll go fine.

Oh snap. He did NOT just go there. When Equius responds, he's also showing a lot more fang than usual.

"Oh, right, all I have to do is chill! Just relax and trust in miracles and everything will be okay and I won't snap your spine on accident!" His broken horn tingles with phantom pain when he says that, and one hand drifts upwards, touching the side of his head near the stub.

They've got so much fang in this room they might as well be hosting a international denterrorist convention.

"Yes. Have some motherfuckin' faith in me that I can all be dealing with this shit, aight?" His eyes narrow when he watches Equius' hand drift up, and without thinking he reaching in to slap his wrist. "Stop that."

Edited (i made a funny compound word) 2012-09-01 04:56 (UTC)

Equius starts when Gamzee swats at his wrist; he's not used to being slapped at like that.

"Stop it," he snarls. "And back up, your breath stinks like slime."

This is all going to be so hard to rationalize in the morning. Seriously. He smacked Equius on the wrist? Who does that even, man?

"What? No, it fuckin' doesn't. My breath smells fine." Seriously. Fine. Jerkface.

They're both going to feel terrible in the morning.

"Yeah, it does. Slime."

"No, it doesn't."

Seriously. Slime doesn't stink. And so doesn't his breath... right? Shit. Quick. A diversion.

"Better than fuckin' sweat."

Edited 2012-09-01 22:33 (UTC)

Rude! That is SO rude!

"Maybe I should just take myself away then! So you don't have to deal with the stink of my sweat!"

Equius' face is rude.

"Maybe you fuckin' should. If you all can handle that shit without wreckin' anything."

"Fine! I'll go wreck things somewhere else! Somewhere that doesn't smell like slime and have stupid glitter everywhere!"

"It's fuckin' star dust not glitter." You uncultured barbarian. Geez.

"What's the difference? It still gets everywhere."

Killbots are less intimidating when they have glitter all over them. Star dust. Whatever.

"Sounds like your fuckin' sweat then."

Seriously, man. They pretty much have got to change their strange human bed envelopes every day.

Do you think he doesn't realize that?! Equius knows his sweat gets everywhere! And usually Gamzee is very understanding about that!

"Fine! Just... FINE! I'm taking my chocobos and LEAVING!"

Yeah, well, usually he doesn't feel like the whole world is just out to fuckin' spite him for some reason. Like he can't relax at all without tensing at some other shitty thing.

"Fine! Don't let the fuckin' door hit ya on the way out. You might up and break that too."

Classy insulting from classy highbloods.

He should have gone to find Nepeta earlier. He shouldn't have even stopped for breakfast. Equius realizes that now, but it's too late; his highblood sensibilities are all geared up, and it's all he can do to keep from deliberately breaking something.

"Don't worry! If I do, you can just use a miracle to fix it!"

"Motherfucker don't you give fuckin' lip about shit you can't get your understand at for." On the whole of it, he probably should've gone to Karkat as well. But he's such a wreck when it comes to his emotions, so unused to anything that wasn't fast and immediate and practically deadly, that he doesn't even recognize his own slumbering temper until it is too late.

Deep in Equius' mind, an echo of an echo of a honk sounds, but he's too angry to let the chucklevoodoo bother him. Instead, he turns and punches a hole through the wall.

Gamzee's brows fly up at that. Motherfucker just went and-- fuck it. This is Wataru's hive. Even if he hasn't been here in over a year, to Gamzee there is still some part of his old moirail that spooks in this hive, something of his very essence seeped in the wall. He's got so little to remember him by and now that motherfucker is wrecking what little he's got.

"Get the fuck out."

"I'm already gone," Equius snarls back at him, and stomps out the back door. The chocobos perk up their heads at his approach, and Darkleer warks in greeting. He runs to the birds and vaults onto Darkleer's back, not even bothering with a saddle or bridle.

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