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Who: Equius and Gamzee
Where: The Hoofbeastfeathers Hive
When: Saturday, during the sticky curse
Status: closed
Style: STRONG

It's been a long few weeks. Ever since the fear curse, and the subsequent accident on Halloween, Equius has been on edge. Even talking with Nepeta hasn't completely soothed his fears about hurting those he cares about, and he's pulled back as a result. He doesn't like it, but he feels it's what is best for everyone around him.

But being alone and aloof is exhausting, and after sitting on the couch and fiddling idly with a spare robot part for awhile, he feels his eyelids drooping, and he stretches out to take a nap. Before long, he's deep in slumber, sprawled on his back with one muscular arm behind his head.

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Some people would let sleeping hoofbeasts lie as the majestic deserving of rest animals they are.

Gamzee is one of these people. Don't mean he ain't gonna cuddle up though.

He spends a long few moments just peering over the back over the couch at Equius, with a very fond look on his face. Equius does look better all relaxed as he is when asleep. When he is done looking though, he decides Equius clearly looks a little too cold and is in sort need of a blanket. A clowny blanket!

Plucking the living room blanket off one of the chairs, he spreads it out over hisself much like a cape --Eridan eat your pump out-- before he carefully crawls on top of Equius, squishing his face to the front of his chest, the blanket pulled over his head as if it'll hide his presence. Like the two huge horns and wild hair sticking out won't give him away.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Equius is used to having clowny blankets crawl on him while he's sleeping, and though he makes a deep, rumbling noise in his chest and shifts around a little under Gamzee, he doesn't wake up. Once Gamzee is settled, Equius relaxes a little under him, and if Gamzee can see his sleeping face, he'll see a faint smile at the corner of Equius' mouth.

Yes, well, Equius is rather comfortable to sleep on. You´d think he wouldn´t be, being all muscle and sweat, but Gamzee has grown used to it. And the physical contact way outweighs the bit of dampness. Pulling one arm onto Equius' chest he buries his face against it contently, shutting his eyes. Of course, the whole burrowing thing might very well accidentally knock one of his oversized horns into Equius' jaw, but well... that shit just kinda happens, you know? Nothing to worry about.

It probably says something about their relationship that Equius is also used to getting smacked in the face with goat horns, doesn't it?

He grunts when one horn collides with his jaw, and the impact rousts him a bit. He half-opens his eyes, still mostly asleep, and mumble "... 'amzee?"

Edited 2012-12-03 16:18 (UTC)

It says that Equius has excellent tolerance for the inevitable.

Gamzee hums a little in response, burying his face closer against his chest. Probably leaving some smears of make-up there, but that too is something Equius should be used to by now.

Like they don't do laundry almost everyday anyway. A few makeup smears aren't going to hurt anything.

Equius sighs sleepily and shifts again, moving his head out of harm's way and positioning his arms to keep them out of the way, making his chest broader and more inviting. They've done this enough times that even half-asleep, he knows exactly what to do.

"Missed this," he murmurs, and brushes his lips against Gamzee's horn.

They gotta do laundry every day, okay? How else will they keep up with the towel mountain? Besides, if they don't do laundry, Gamzee won't be able to catch naps on top of the warm laundry pile, which we all know is the most comfortably place to nap.

Gamzee takes the invitation to curl up more fully on his chest. While Equius is colder to a lot of people, to him, he's just a few shades warm and very comfortable. Maybe not as burning hot as Karkat gets to being, but still nicely warm. "Yeah."

It's a good thing Equius has experience dealing with trolls who think they are cats, because Gamzee basically is one sometimes.

Equius hums in quiet contentment, and slowly moves his arm off the back of the couch, letting it hover over Gamzee's back. "A little help, please?"

A really terrible mangy cat that sometimes gacks out presents on the carpet for you-- no wait, that is future update stuff. Nevermind. Carry on!

Gamzee makes a content little noise, groping up and backwards for Equius' arm. Finally he manages to find it and pull it down against him with a content noise, snuggling in underneath it.

Equius lets his arm go completely limp, once it's resting around Gamzee's shoulders. He still can't help a nervous little question, though.

"You'll let me know if that gets too heavy?"

Gamzee reaches out from under the blanket with one hand, blindly groping around for Equius' face. When he locates it, he pats it shooshingly. Or he tries to at least. His pats mostly end up awkwardly place to Equius' nose rather than his mouth, buh eh. A for effort?

"Ssshh. Chill. Harshin' the fuckin' vibes."

A for effort, and for soothing abilities. Equius settles down, and kisses Gamzee's wrist when it ends up near his mouth. "Okay." Then he relaxes into a limp, content, slightly sweaty blob of troll, happy to cuddle his boyfriend on their couch.

A smile curls up his lips when he feels the faint brush of Equius' lips against his wrist, turning a little wider when a silly thought enters his mind. Mashing his face firmer into Equius' chest, he then speaks up, though his voice is greatly muffled by the blanket and the way he is rubbing his cheek against his tank top: "Think I'm stuck."

And Equius, giant doof that he is, falls for it. He knows there's been a curse going on, of course, but he's been avoiding touching people anyway on general principle, and has no idea what the sticky curse would even feel like.

"You are?" He only sounds slightly panic-stricken.

Gamzee's hand finds Equius' face again, patting him comfortingly. And for a guy that is supposed to be stuck, he sure is pretty damn capable of moving about. "Hmm, yeah. Totally fuckin' stuck. Like some motherfucker went and done got my all fuckin' glued on at you. Stuck as motherfuckin' stuck can be, you get. Gotta stick around here, heh. Heheh. Get it? Stick."

God, he is a comedian.

Gamzee is definitely pretty wiggly for a guy who is supposed to be stuck, and Equius starts to calm down a little. He's also guessing, based on Gamzee's language and nonchalant attitude, that he's not really stuck.

"Well, shoot. Now what are we going to do? Since we're stuck together and everything."

To be fair, Gamzee dealt fairly nonchalantly with being stuck to Eridan too, but yeah, there really is no hiding that his attitude isn't exactly one of a person that got stuck to someone else.

"Fuck, I'm guessin' like, I gotta lay here. Keep on getting my fuckin' loving on at a motherfucker. Cause I'm stuck and shit."

"I guess so." Equius stretches carefully under Gamzee, getting himself nice and comfortable. "Good thing I didn't have any plans for the day, so I can just lay here for awhile. And be stuck to you."

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