vatheon | She's asleep? Time for gossip!

Who: Gamzee Makara and Guy Cecil
When: Some hours after Zelda falls asleep
Where: Zelda's house!
Style: I'll match you
Status: Closed

With Karkat asleep, Zelda had been gracious enough to take over his task of reminding Gamzee to take his sopor dosages. It was largely a superfluous thing, really --Gamzee had been on the same schedule for ages now and it had become part of his routine, and honestly, how many addicts turned down a dose of their favourite poison?-- but always a welcome little check on the behaviour of a kid who had been known for zoning out so completely he had ended up in a rain shower and only noticed it 15 minutes later. And the first couple of days it had gone a-okay.

And then she didn't text him.

Now at first, Gamzee hadn't even noticed. He led a flashy, busy life (not really) and little details like that often slipped his mind. By the third missing message, realization started to set it. It's a curious thing. Now see, if it turned out Zelda had forgot, Gamzee couldn't be upset with her. Hell, the whole reason he had asked her to do this was cause sometimes he forgot himself. Wasn't any kind of fuckin' fair to hold something your own self would do against someone else. But the thing is... it was just really weird and unlike Zelda. Zelda was always so fuckin' on top of shit, it was like she had taken all the shit, put it in a fuckin' pile and then put her hive on top of that. So for her to miss things, it was...

Well, he could just check up on her, couldn't he? Just drop on by, make sure his sister was okay. She had been all sorts of fuckin' stressed lately, even Gamzee could see that, what with her good bro leaving and then reappearing again without nothing to remember her by, and her flushed brother asleep. Maybe what she just needed was a bro to drop by at her, see what's the haps.

So with that in mind, Gamzee set out for Zelda's house, ringing the doorbell when he got there.

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She'd barely been asleep for a day, but Guy had simply fallen into the state he always did when there wasn't much he could do directly - he cared for the house. He'd adjusted her bed as much as he could, grimacing the whole while at the fact he wouldn't be able to adjust her for the sake of bedsores, but the rest of his time had been spent doing what minute chores he could find. Laundry, dishes, just keeping the house in order for the moment.

Even with his injuries still fresh enough to sting, bandages covering his entire right shoulder underneath a black wifebeater, he was trying his hardest to just fall back into the life of the servant. He knew Zelda would probably kill him if she saw him fussing like this. But he had to heal up, and he couldn't... well, he didn't WANT to leave her alone right now.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted Guy in the middle of washing the last of the dishes from the evening before. The blonde cast a curious glance behind him before letting out a sigh, shaking out his hands and wiping them dry as he walks from the kitchen to the front door, opening it without much hesitation.

Oh. Oh, hey. It's this kid. The glitter kid. The name escaped him, confusion running across his face for a long moment before he finally remembered.

"...Ah, hey! Gamzee, right? What's up?"

Gamzee's brows went straight up. Not the person he was expecting to answer the door by far, though someone somewhat familiar none the less. He's got the feeling he has met this dude for sure, but beyond that, his memory is not exactly the best and he can't quite put his finger on when and where and what the dude's name even is. Of course, Zelda had told him about Guy the last time they had spoken, and perhaps another person could've put two and two together, but Gamzee was not exactly known for his mental capabilities, and besides, as far as he knew this Guy was asleep still. That is what Zelda had last told him.

Still, he smiled. Couldn't be that bad, right? He's pretty fucking sure that if this dude had wronged him before, he would've remembered that.

"Came to fuckin' check on up on Zelda. She was supposed to help a motherfucker out with some of his shit, but she didn't, and that ain't all feelin' like her, you dig me? I just wanted to make sure there weren't nothing the fuckin' matter."

Edited 2013-04-10 04:07 (UTC)

"Ahh." Guy's brief smile turned sheepish as he shrugged. "Nah, she's fine, don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure she's just in one of those coral comas - she's been asleep most of the day."

There wasn't must else it could have been other than that, really. Zelda never slept in, not even if she was sick.

"Sorry that you got left behind, though." He hesitated a moment before opening the door a little wider, stepping aside and gesturing the troll inside. "Ah, what did you need help with?"

"She too, huh?" What luck. First Karkat, and now Zelda. Though, both of them had such a tendency to overwork themselves, perhaps it was good they were getting some rest. "Well, I guess maybe she did all need her some rest. I'm sure she'll wake up again real fuckin' soon, yeah."

He shuffles in when Guy lets him in, his normal slouch worsening a little when he steps inside, ducking his head automatically lest his horns smack into the wooden post. It's mostly still just the tips, but it is certainly starting to happen more and more.

Guy's question earns him a completely honest and open answer. Gamzee doesn't see a reason not to tell him, and certainly no reason not to trust him. "for staying the kinda motherfucker what my peeps can all dig, I use me my miracle slime for chilling our what unrestfulness in my pan. Zelda was gonna help get a motherfucker his reminder on for needing to be taking it."

"Miracle... Oh! Oh, hey, that's just your medicine, right? Zelda mentioned something about that a couple times." Even in the argument they'd had only a little while ago, she's paused simply to give Gamzee a reminder. Now the visit made sense. Poor kid. He looked like he was managing fine, though... although Guy's not quite sure what 'unrestlessness in his pan' meant.

He closes the door, an easy smile settling onto his face. "Well hey, I don't know when she's gonna be up and around again. But if you need someone to give you reminders in the meantime, I could give you a hand.

That is, if you don't mind."

They are pretty much strangers, after all. Guy didn't mind, but if the kid would, then it was just a matter of finding someone else to help him out until Zelda woke up, right?

Many people would object to a virtual stranger offering to help out with something so important. And for good reasons too! Gamzee is not like many people though. He is slow to distrust anyone, especially someone who has given him no reason not to trust. With Gamzee, trust was not earned, it was freely given, and perhaps, in the most rarest of situation rescinded. After all, if you can't trust in your friends, who can you trust in? And Gamzee does like to consider everybody his friend.

As such, Guy's offer doesn't earn him a rejection or even much questioning. All he gets is Gamzee's eyes widening slightly in surprise, but it certainly is a pleasant sort of. "For real? You'd all be down with doin' that for a motherfucker?"

"Sure. If you're needing the help, then hey, it wouldn't be a problem at all. I'm sure Sleeping Beauty won't mind."

It's a term he had never really used for his girlfriend, but it gets him to chuckle under his breath. Maybe Zelos really had rubbed off on him too much.

But the fact remained that it was a task Zelda deemed important, and if it was something like medication - something to keep this kid healthy - then Guy felt obliged to at least offer a hand.

"Shouldn't be hard for me to set up a schedule for you, if you're alright with that. I can just do what Zelda did and send you a text over the SFC - just to make sure you remember. I'd just need times and whatever else you might think is important.

Is that all right with you?"

Sleeping beauty, huh? It is not a troll tale. Or maybe it is and he just missed it. Which, to be honest, pretty damn possible. It is not like he had a dedicated lusus reading him lots of books, nor much of a mind of his own to seek 'em out. If it wasn't for Tavros, he probably wouldn't know how Pupa pan goes.

Oh, right. The schedule. Guy's words pull his attention back to the more important topic at hand.

"Got all of that stuff all hashed out already, man! The motherfuckin' schedule, I mean. Got that motherfucker jacked up as tight as can be. All I need is a bro for dropping me a line at the right times, you get? Like, usually I can all be getting my remember on at that shit no biggie, but hahaha, sometimes a brother just hits his zone real proper and it all goes tumbling outta his fuckin' pan."

That is... probably not a laughing matter, Gamzee.

Edited 2013-04-26 03:41 (UTC)

"Yeah, you just can't help but forget sometimes, right? Ah ...Hold that thought for a sec--"

With a smirk of apology, he slipped into one of the side rooms, just long enough to grab up a piece of paper and a pen and come straight back.

"Well, as long as you've got the schedule set, that's somewhere to start. You remember the times off the top of your head?"

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