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♑ ♦ ♋ | Lingering in the ocean blue

Who: Gamzee Makara (

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Where: Starts at home then to the beach!
When: 20th, during the body-switch curse.
What: Hijacking those fins they got for a swim-around.
Style: [Totally self indulgent bracket nonsense]

[After going for a swim earlier this week with Summoner, Gamzee came to two conclusions: 1. fins fuckin' rock and 2. Karkat had gotta get in on this too. He knows Karkat isn't usually all about the water funtimes, but goddamn, this was just so off the hook amazing, even Karkat hadda experience that miracle for himself.

Still a few days pass before Gamzee actually contacts him about it though. It would be nice to think he was doing that to give Karkat a chance to adjust to being in a half-blind, highblooded body, but it is mostly cause shit slipped his pan with all the other things going on.

Finally, when he recalls his earlier idea, he immediately reaches for his SFC, to send the message. For a moment he gets confused, unsure whether to send the message to Karkat or Eridan's SFC (did they switch around SFCs too? Are they still the same? Who the fuck even knows) but he masterly solves that riddle by just sending the message to both of them.]

AtTeNtIoN My bEsT Of nOw fReShLy mOtHeRfUcKiN FiNnEd bRoThErS.
PaCk uP YoUr mOtHeRfUcKiN FiNs aNd gRaB SoMe fUcKiN ClEaN UnDeRnEtHeRtHiNgS FoR WeArInG
We'rE GoInG SwImMiNg!
:o)!!

[This is so totally ---ExCiTiNg.]

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[Swimming. That sure is a thing sea dwellers do, huh? Karkat has wondered over it and the use of the gills he currently possesses, but though some days have passed since he found himself in this body, he has yet to test it. That's why, when he's interrupted from feeding the chocobos, he stares at the message for a good moment.]

SWIMMING?
RIGHT NOW?
WHY.

[He's using his own - Karkat's - SFC, by the way.]

Edited 2012-09-20 18:01 (UTC)

CaUsE WhY NoT.
It's tHe mOtHeRfUcKiN BiTcHtItS BoMb, I SwEaR YoU.

[Why are you asking of logical reasoning from your moirail, Karkat? You've met him, right? You know this isn't his field of speciality.]

"MOTHERFUCKIN BITCHTITS BOMB" IS NOT A VALID DESCRIPTOR, GAMZEE
BUT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER, ARE YOU?
LET ME SEE IF THERE'S SOMETHING SUITABLE I CAN WEAR FOR THIS.

[He massages his palm into his forehead, and while keeping his SFC in his pocket - better than fussing with potential sylladex shenanigans - he finishes up the task at hand.]

[Once that's done and Dualscar (the chocobo) and Fern have maybe gotten a few pats to their feathery necks - they've grown on him - he heads inside to check that out. If Gamzee messages him back meanwhile, it'll be some minutes before he checks back to answer.]

MaYbE ErIdAn gOt sOmE ShIt aLl oF HiS WhAt yOu cOuLd bE GeTtInG YoUr bOrRoW On fOr.
I WeNt aNd gOt sOmE DuDs fRoM OuR GoOd fIsHy sIsTeR.
ThOuGh, HaHa, ShIt i gUeSs tHaT Be mE NoW.

[He did! Feferi actually has a lot of fun clothes to play dress up in. But by some grace of good, one could even call it a miracle!, Gamzee managed to get some bathing clothes together that were not a complete fashion fiasco.]

THAT'S WHAT I ALREADY INTENDED.

[So comes the answer after a bit. Some talking to Eridan, clearing up that yes that message was for him, finding the least visually appalling set of swim trunks he could, and changing to wear them under his clothes. Curiosity has basically overpowered whatever other concerns he may have had, for once. He flew when he had wings. Why not swim when he has gills?]

I AM CERTAIN I JUST MADE YOU RIDICULOUS CLOWNY DAY, BECAUSE I'M READY TO GO.
WHERE SHOULD I MEET YOU?

[Aww hell yes, his clowny day has been made. It has not just been made, it has been over-made. Double made. Triple made. He can be coasting by for days on how made his day has been made.]

UuUh, MeEt aT ThE ElEvAtOr?

[This seems like a reasonable place for two fine gentlemen that are going for a swim, though one of them isn't exactly maybe completely a gentleman so to speak, to meet.]

GOT IT.
I'LL SEE YOU THERE.

[And Gamzee can be as much of a gentleman as he wants! Boobs or no boobs.]

[In any case, Karkat sets out pretty soon after, heading on his way to the elevator. He's dressed simpler than Gamzee would know Eridan to, without scarf or cape or ridiculous striped pants or those godawfdul shoes. Regular things here, thanks. Jeans that don't cleave to him like saran wrap. Shoes that don't blind.]

[He still has the glasses, of course; he's already half-blind without the bad vision to add.]

[But if they don't come across each other along the way, Karkat will eventually show up by the elevator.]

Edited 2012-09-24 21:29 (UTC)

[He will be as gentlemanly as he always is. That is to say not much of a gentleman, at all.

They managed not to meet on the way there, mostly on account of Gamzee taking a different, slightly longer way around to the elevator. Which leaves Karkat as the first to arrive. It doesn't take too long for Gamzee to show up, though when he first does, a momentary flash of puzzlement flashes over his face at Eridan being there and being so oddly dressed until he recalls it really is Karkat. Man, all these body switching shenanigans get a little confusing sometimes!]

Hey, bro!

[His voice is practically a chirp, the odd combination of his normally slightly drawled lazy speech along with Feferi's voice adding another layer to this 'this shit is weird' cake.

He makes his way over to Karkat, automatically raising one arm to sling it around his shoulders in greeting, though instead of landing around his shoulders, it rather bumps into Karkat's back, about half way up.]

[It's not that weird to be the first there, knowing what a meandering way of life Gamzee naturally has. Though, he realizes in the short wait, him having longer legs this week might have contributed. He is in fact staring down at the two long appendages when Feferi's body comes into range.]

Gamzee?

[His head perks up, and with it his fintips, because, yeah, this is weird. There was the short span in their conversation earlier this week where Gamzee turned the video on, but that's different than meeting in person. Particularly when the short little sea dweller scoots on over to put an arm around his... back.]

I swear I am newer going to get used to you being shorter than me.

[Of course, his own cadence and word flow are nothing like Eridan's.]

Let's get on the elewator.

[How do people even live with legs this short? That may truly be life's mystery.

Gamzee's own expression is one of utter confusion when his arm does not comfortably land around Karkat's neck as it normally does. His fins quiver slightly before he remembers that, yeah, Feferi is really short. Can't even reach stuff on top shelves anymore!

There is nothing to say on the subject though, not when he is distracted by what Karkat says. It is definitely Karkat speaking, the same cadence, the same kind of direct to the point gruffness. And then... there is Eridan's silly fuckin' accent with it. It's just... It's something normal to Eridan but hearing it combined with Karkat's way of speaking, it's just so... just so...

Yeah, he can't help it, he ends up snorting in amusement.]

[Gamzee, you too were once short. You were an ugly little grub crawling on him like all the others. Swallow that pride like a fresh gulp of Faygo.]

[Though, that doesn't prevent the laugh at his voice.]

It's not my fault I can't say that letter!

[Karkat goes to jerk away from his moirail in his body's moirail's body (how's that for complication), fins folding sternly back as he glowers... well, down this time at him.]

There is literally something with his teeth or his lips, or maybe his pan's wired wrong, I don't fucking know. But no matter what number of dumb noises I try to force out his fish-finned mug, that single sound refuses to be one a them.

[For some reason Karkat's normal grumpy expression looked really silly on Eridan's face. Maybe it's the fins. Yeah, probably those.]

Aight, aight. Was just a private motherfuckin' moment of mirth, aight?

[reaching up --man this is weird-- Gamzee gently at those angry fins. Not that this is a truly shoosh worthy moment. He just really wants to touch those fins.]

Won't be hearing none of that wicked noise out me no more.

[Karkat's hands come up to swat Gamzee's away, fins folding back away from the touch.]

Not the fins, alright? Pap my face if you hawe to, but not those. And I better not hear it, or I will--I will totally showe you on your ass, which I bet I can do with this height.

Let's just get--[He is not going to say 'on the elewator'.]--up to the island instead of standing around acting like idiots with their thumbs up their asses. Come on.

[He motions for him to follow.]

[He follows and seeing as he is now incapable of lay his arm around Karkat's shoulders, he instead lays it against his back, patting at his shoulder blade a little.]

Aight, aight. Just relax, okay? Can't fuckin' swim when you're angry.

[A gross and quite silly lie. He just wants Karkat to simmer his tits once more.]

Edited 2012-09-29 02:55 (UTC)

[For that, Karkat pokes him on top of the skull. Which he can totally do now. Being tall is awesome.]

Says the guy who newer had gills before this week, either. But fine, I'll relax.

[For that matter, time to ride that elevator on up!]

Edited 2012-09-29 09:47 (UTC)

[Don't go crazy with your power of tall now, Karkat.]

Thought about it bunches though.

[Because that... is somehow relevant? It really isn't. But yes, onto that elevator and up, up and away.]

[Karkat blinks. He wants to ask why. The unpredictability of the curses hardly meant it would be a sure thing to happen, and trolls can't spontaneously grow gills anyway. But then again, this is Gamzee. It could just as much be pointless wondering, and some bullshit about sea miracles.]

[Though, it occurs to him, there's his lusus. Big old seagoat, often absent, and he couldn't follow.]

[Ultimately he keeps his mouth shut, and chooses instead to sling his arm around his shoulders. Unless Gamzee should start up some babbling, he'll spend the elevator ride up in relative quiet.]

[The arm slung around his shoulders is somewhat new, but definitely not unwelcome. Gamzee leans into it with a dopily happy expression that looks bizarre on Feferi's face. He wouldn't be opposed to Karkat doing this normally either. Though Karkat would probably need to bring a step stool to even make it possible.

Most of the trip up passes in comfortable silence though. It isn't until they are nearly at the top Gamzee speaks up.]

I'm real fuckin' glad you're coming to swim with me, brother. This is gonna be so motherfuckin' great.

[Surely, Karkat's expressions must look just as weird on Eridan's face. Juxtaposition is everywhere in this curse.]

[Karkat looks to Gamzee when he speaks.]

It's not like I'm doing a huge fawor. I just want to test the gills if I'm going to be stuck with them this week, you know?

Still got to fuckin' feeling like that.

[And then the doors ding and open, and Gamzee's fins perk, flared out wide in excitement and he is quick to grab Karkat's hand, trying to drag him out.]

Oh fuck, come on, man. This is gonna be so fuckin' bitchtits tight.

[Oh hey, they're here, and--]

Stop pulling on me!

[Karkat stumbles a step or two as Gamzee pulls him by the hand, free one coming up in an attempt to keep his glasses from falling off. He has well learned by now that he needs them to see, and he won't be taking them off until he has to get in the water.]

I swear to past me, I will pick you up and throw you in the ocean if you make me faceplant in the sand.

[He wants to be in the ocean so that is hardly any punishment at all.]

I'm not trying to fuckin' make you bury your airstub in the sand, motherfucker, but maybe you should be on making your hooves move all as fastlike as your chute does.

I'm coming, alright? Sheesh!

[Karkat glowers, but picks up his pace, and hey. Long legs! As this hits him, he goes even further, aiming to outpace the short little stubs Gamzee's been stuck with this week if just to be contrary.]

[And these are such short little stubs. Seriously. How does Feferi fuckin' deal?

Once Karkat starts outpacing him with his long-ass sticks of legs, Gamzee actually has to turn to jogging not to be left behind.]

Found your fuckin' speed, I see, bro.

Edited 2012-10-20 04:31 (UTC)

[Much better. Karkat does slow a touch so Gamzee can keep pace, but still keeps the lead as a point of pride and ha-ha-I-can-do-that-this-week.]

[It's probably only so long before they find a good spot along the beach to stop. He looks out at the water, then back to Gamzee, expression more serious now.]

Hey, I should probably warn you: Eridan's got a pretty brutal-looking scar down his front. So if you didn't know, or haven't seen it, there's that. Don't freak out too hard, alright?

[Because, really, you don't just spring that on someone without warning.]

[You really shouldn't spring any unclothed part of Eridan Ampora on people without warning.]

Yeah? Fuck, aight. I can handle that.

[Probably.]

[He's going to need to strip down to his swimming trunks in any case, so really, it was inevitable. At least he made sure to wear them under his clothes before setting out. But now--it feels kind of weird to do this, but up goes his shirt. No scarf or cape means he can't stall with those.]

[The scar is revealed as he goes. Much of it is a long line down his torso, the end of which disappears below the waistband of his jeans. It continues up until just below his clavicles, where it splits into a wide Y that stretches across either shoulder. Look close, and there's little pinpricks along either side from the stitches that held Eridan together during the healing process.]

[With the shirt off, he captchalogues it, straightens his glasses - he'll remove those later - and looks back to Gamzee for his reaction.]

[Gamzee watches him shed his shirt quietly. After Karkat has told him about it, the scar itself doesn't come as a surprise, just, perhaps, the extent of it. He's completely absent as he instinctively reaches his hand out to touch the scar very lightly, glancing up at Karkat then.]

You wanna talk about it?

[Karkat would flinch were he the one who received it, and he very nearly does anyway, knowing how Eridan got it. His hand comes up to clutch Gamzee's.]

It happened back when Eridan and I were still moirails--when that one curse happened, and I was a hoofbeast, and he was a Dersite. I'm pretty sure you were a human that week, with the gun--anyway. We weren't living together at the time, so when I didn't hear from him for a few days, I didn't really think anything of it.

[A certain strain enters his voice as he goes on.]

But then Lea called me up after the curse had ended, freaked out and telling me that this guy, Professor Stein, had--had captured him and had him cut open--a-alive, so he could pull out his organs and looks at them.

And so I rushed over and tried to stop that grubfucking psychopath. I honestly tried to kill him for it, but I couldn't even do that; he hit me with some weird energy attack and knocked me unconscious, then had me sent back to my hive somehow. And he stitched Eridan back together and sent him back, too, and obviously he survived but...

I felt godawful that I hadn't even realized until Lea found him, and even worse that he had to be put through that.

[Gamzee's face draws together in a frown, his fins drooping sharply. He vaguely remembers something of the entire situation. Not what went down, he was unawares in that. But he remembered Lea mentioning something once, something about shit harshly going down between Stein and them. He hadn't really bothered to figure out more then, having held it for something private. Maybe he should've.

Reaching up with his free hand, he touches Karkat's cheek.]

Hey, come on no, brother. That weren't your fault none. You couldn't have been fuckin' clung to his nook like some barnacle. That ain't your style. Don't blame yourself on it.

[It's still odd to have this pale sentiment coming from Feferi's body, in Feferi's voice. Fitting, though, in that his body is that of her moirail. He leans just so into the palm.]

I know, I do. I've talked with him about it plenty, then and after, and the anniversary of the day it happened we just kind of... hid out and spent the day together. It can't be changed, and I hate that it happened - I'll never forgive Stein - but I accept it as much as I can.

But we're here to swim, not be sad about old junk that happened. Let's get to trying that.

Good. It's good you fuckers do that. You been through it together, gotta hash it out together.

[He pats Karkat's cheek for a moment more, before he stands on tip toes to loop his arms around his neck and pull down into a hug. It is a little harder to hug Karkat like this with this strange new difference in height, but eventually he manages to get him low enough to press his cheek to Karkat's hair like normal.

The fact that that means Karkat's face ends up buried in his boobs is not a thought that arises at any point during the whole happenance. In fact, Gamzee is more preoccupied with trying not to put an eye out on Eridan's horns. Stupid things. The nubs were much easier.]

Yeah. Lets go swim, brother. That's get those unrighteous thoughts out of your pan.

[What in the strangest hell. To be pulled down for a hug is nothing that weird or unexpected, so Karkat went along with that part easily enough. But this? The subject of conversation wafts away on a fine sea breeze; it is having a much easier time than him. Hugs are not supposed to end with his face in a pair of boobs. Not with his moirail, and not when he last had a relationship with Terezi near a year ago. And even then, it's not like she just pulled his face into her chest.]

[Suddenly Karkat shoves at Gamzee's shoulders. His head yanks back, with any luck to plain air freedom, and with none, to bang his head on his moirail's chin. He dares not speak a word, for however much he wants to scream at him, until his rapidly purpling face is clear of cleavage.]

[With about 50% luck on his side --which naturally is a bit of a laughable concept in that luck is not a concept that can really be measured out in units of existence but such is the laughable nature of our multiverse-- it does mean he managed to obtain freedom! He also rams into Gamzee's chin in the process.

Gamzee lets go of him with a very unfeminine grunt, his hands flying up to his assaulted chin and his now bitten lip. Shitfuck, Feferi's chompers were sharp. Prodding at the damage with his tongue, he giving Karkat a look which then slowly turns more questioning.]

What's the fuckin' matter all with your face?

[Karkat in turn cringes, hands coming up to clutch the spot that struck Gamzee's chin. Well, sort of. They bump awkwardly against his horns first, showing how unused he is to large ones, then adjust to find the spot.]

Tits, Gamzee! Tits are what were wrong with my face, as in you making my face acquainted with them, which after your post earlier this week I should certainly fucking think you'd have thought better than to do that, but nooo.

[Pause, breathe. His glasses are sitting crooked as he glowers, flustered, at his moirail.]

You don't just pull me down into Feferi's chest, you moron. Why did you even do that when you're the short one? You hug me, and you put your head under mine, and that's how that works.

[Karkat, you are overreacting. They are just some boobs. Very nice boobs even. You should be happy Gamzee gave you a close encounter.]

Got so fuckin' used all to not being able to tuck my nug under a motherfucker's chin all for the fear of motherfuckin' spearing a brother in the air-chute, I didn't get my thought on at that.

[He shrugs a little. It isn't that big a deal. At least, that's what he feels.]

Edited 2012-11-02 19:15 (UTC)

[They are not his boobs to be handing out encounters with! Particularly when he has no desire to get friendly with Feferi's chest.]

[He stands back a few paces, now rubbing a knuckle at his cheek as if that will make the blush die down. But he does look to Gamzee, and to his horns.]

... I guess yours do still point up. But that's reason enough to watch what you're doing, isn't it? Eridan's might point back like this, but if you go tucking some other unsuspecting sap's head under your chin, you might end up punctured yourself. And that's on top of the base concern of not introducing faces to chests.

[They are sort of his boobs now. He's leasing them! They are his lease-boobs and he can hang out encounters with them if he wants to.

Or something.

Gamzee gives Karkat's horns a critical look, before pushing up on tip toes to actually touch them.]

Don't tell our motherfuckin' fish bro or nothing, but your own fuckin' horns are much better.

[Those little nubs are great. Nobody can accidentally spear themselves on little nubby horns.]

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