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♑ ♦ ♋ | Ignore curse, have romantic murder aniversary.
Who: Gamzee Makara & Karkat Vantas
When: 14/03
Where: Karkat's crib
Style: The bracketeers club
Status: Closed.
[All in all, Gamzee is pretty damn down with this curse. Seems like everybody is finding their mirth in it and shit, how could he be harsh at it when it gave him such chill digs? Seriously. Comfiest jammies ever. And that codpiece. Nobody could deny the glory of that jutting bulbuous form. Or the honks it made when you squeezed it. Just perfect.
Of course, it ain't all chillness and miracles in the air. Been two years since that date. Two years since he ended up sober and put the fear of clowns into a bunch of his good bros. Not a good thing to remember, so he generally doesn't. Oh, he tried to be good, took his slime every time his best bro reminded him to like a proper clown, but beyond that he didn't try to dwell too much on it. That didn't undo what was done. Better to just focus on the positives here. And it had all turned okay in the end, right? He had gotten Wataru out of it first, then Karkat later. He had learned to be a better motherfucker, made his peace with all his bros again. Yeah, focusing on the positives was good.
Like right now. He and Karkat were gonna spend the day and grab some grub together, hang out and remember what good stuff there was too even if life had had hella dark times too.
Oh, and Gamzee was gonna show him his codpiece cause seriously look at this thing it was perfect.]
When: 14/03
Where: Karkat's crib
Style: The bracketeers club
Status: Closed.
[All in all, Gamzee is pretty damn down with this curse. Seems like everybody is finding their mirth in it and shit, how could he be harsh at it when it gave him such chill digs? Seriously. Comfiest jammies ever. And that codpiece. Nobody could deny the glory of that jutting bulbuous form. Or the honks it made when you squeezed it. Just perfect.
Of course, it ain't all chillness and miracles in the air. Been two years since that date. Two years since he ended up sober and put the fear of clowns into a bunch of his good bros. Not a good thing to remember, so he generally doesn't. Oh, he tried to be good, took his slime every time his best bro reminded him to like a proper clown, but beyond that he didn't try to dwell too much on it. That didn't undo what was done. Better to just focus on the positives here. And it had all turned okay in the end, right? He had gotten Wataru out of it first, then Karkat later. He had learned to be a better motherfucker, made his peace with all his bros again. Yeah, focusing on the positives was good.
Like right now. He and Karkat were gonna spend the day and grab some grub together, hang out and remember what good stuff there was too even if life had had hella dark times too.
Oh, and Gamzee was gonna show him his codpiece cause seriously look at this thing it was perfect.]
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[And it's good, really, to be glad for that. That's part of why he and Gamzee have decided to take this day easy. Nothing fancy, just two pale bros hanging out, appreciating life and the good it has. How things are better than they were those times. Karkat has put all quests on hold for this day, too; this takes precedence.]
[He's quick to answer the door when his moirail shows up. He's actually got his hat on today despite hating the thing; he's given up on fighting to keep it off, since it just finds a way back in the end. Besides, that's not really important given what's presented on his doorstep now.]
Is that a fucking codpiece?
[Karkat gapes.]
Why in awful Faygo hell would you wear something like that? Please tell me that's not supposed to be a god tier outfit. The rest looks like something a very deranged two-sweep-old would make, but why do you have to have that sticking out of your crotch, too? That's not appropriate date attire. That's not appropriate for anything, ever, in all existence.
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[Absolutely unashamed of himself, Gamzee reaches down to grab a firm hold of the codpiece, giving it a good squeeze and drawing out a really cheerful honk.]
You know you wanna get your fondle on at that.
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[Karkat says this as he back up, taking a few large steps back into his hive.]
You don't just grab your awful crotch bulge in public, you shameless freak. Keep your hand off that! And why in the name of all sense and decorum would I ever want to fondle that? One, you're my moirail. Two, never in my life would I want to fondle such an awful garment even on a concupiscent quadrantmate. Three, that thing deserves to be burned in a fire. Why there is a fucking horn in it? Did you put one in there? Please tell me that thing isn't physically attached to your pants.
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Following him into the house at a far more relaxed, sedated pace, he shakes his head a little at that question. Well, the last one at least. He sort of just let the rest of Karkat's comments flow over him.]
Naw, nothing all like that.
[And to demonstrate he will just... shove his hand down the front of his codpiece, kind of wriggling it down a little just to show that it is completely separate from the hella comfy pyjama pants he is wearing underneath.]
See.
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[Karkat flails his arms up, shielding his eyes as Gamzee fishes around with his awful codpiece. Why this.]
Just take the damn thing off, you huge honking asswipe. Take it off and keep it away from me and don't even bring it up again. I want it gone or I'm not leaving for anything. I will officially cancel this date with no regrets for the bulgeless mercy it will grant me.
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Gamzee makes slow, shooshing motions with his hands, advancing a little on Karkat.]
Hey, man, chill. Like maybe you gotta calm down here, yeah? You keep this up and your faceslab will be like matching your fuckin' hood.
[In terms of flailing making him flushed and such.
Just let him approach enough until they are chest to chest and he is close enough to touch his shoulders. Don't mind that codpiece touching you there, man. That strangled little honk rising between them. is the sound of friendship. Gamzee understands. The beauty of the codpiece is kind overwhelming at first.]
(1/2)
[Karkat's life is suffering. Or, okay, this is actually about a million times better than that day two years ago, but it's still awful. He eyes Gamzee as he approaches, looking from hands to face as he speaks.]
It's not a hood, it's a hat. A really stupid looking hat, the point of which I could not extract with surgical tools and an electron micro--
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[Karkat shoves, turns as if to flee, and trips over his own leg in his haste. Unless Gamzee somehow reacts fast enough, Karkat's going to fall right on his own face.]
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Karkat?
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This is your fault.
[He's not moving. His voice is a little muffled, but still intelligible.]
Take the goddamn codpiece off and keep it away from me. Until then I'm just going to lay here, contemplating my life and every decision that has led me to this moment.
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Aight, aight.
[He wouldn't wanna make his brother unhappy here, so Gamzee will take off the codpiece. Even if he will totally miss it. You just kinda grow attached, okay?
It doesn't take him long to take it off and put it somewhere where it isn't in Karkat's direct line of sight (okay, he basically put it on a chair, just... don't sit on that chair, aight) before he returns, squatting on the balls of his feet in front of Karkat. Even one glance should show that Gamzee's crotch is now just normal pyjama pants. No strange bulges rising from it any more.
He holds out a hand.]
Like that?
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[Gamzee crouching down as he does promptly ruins that chance.]
Keep your hand: it has touched plush, honking crotch bulge and I will not soil my mind further by indirect exposure.
[He shoves up with flat palms, clambers to his feet, and straightens what he can of his too many layers.]
From now on the topic is dead and buried. It is a putrefying corpse and may none mourn its passing, for the world is done a service now that it's gone. Pick a new subject, one that doesn't make me want to gouge my ganderbulbs out of my skull.
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Something else to jam about? Huh. Oh, well, that does bring him to the other thing.]
Check it, motherfucker, they did all lay this fine piece of miracle working on a brother.
[He slips off the ukelele, which up to this point had been strapped to his back, holding it up for Karkat to lay witness to.]
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Is that a ukulele? Do you even know how to play?
[Whether he can play decently is probably asking too much.]
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Yeah, sure. All a motherfucker gotta be doin' for is this.
[He strums his fingers along the strings producing sound. Sound. Because nobody, not even with the most generous of mindset could call what Gamzee is producing actual music.]
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I don't know whether to be glad or not. This way I'll be spared what songs you might try to come up with, but you can't even call that hand flapping music.
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[And then, without pause, he strums through the cords related to one of the spells he has been gifted with. He doesn't really think about it cause of course Karkat wants to see the magic. Like, what kinda motherfucker wouldn't want to? And he actually had been aiming for the cool ass spell that makes lights dance around his head everywhere. It is an accident really that he strums out the spell for hysterical laughter. And for lack of a true enemy, the spell only has one real target it can hit.
Come on, Karkat. Smile.]