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♑ & ♋ | You have to live every day like it’s either going to be your last or your best.

Who: Gamzee Makara and The Signless.
When: Backdated to some time after this post.
Where: Park, lets say the park.
Style: Whichever, brah
Status: Closed.

This afternoon finds Gamzee in the park, sprawled out on his back next to the small pond. His sneakers are laying besides him, discarded in the grass, and his long skinny legs are trailing in the water. The cuffs of his pants had been rolled up to his knees rather clumsily; by now one had already completely unravelled again, trailing in the water of the pond, but Gamzee clearly wasn't too bothered.

Probably cause it is pretty hard to give a shit about things when you got your favourite drugs right next to you.

One bottle of faygo sits opened and half drank next to a half eaten pie. Occasionally Gamzee breaks off a small piece of the pie crust, tossing it blindly into the lake for the big, rather fat goose swimming lazy circles in the water, occasionally diving under the nip at Gamzee's toes. Early today he had managed to unearth his portable music player from the bottom of his sylladex in a surprising twist, as he had completely forgotten he even owned the thing, and it lays on his chest while Gamzee listens to the music blasting into his auricular shells.

Ah, wasn't today a perfect day?

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Sufferer, meanwhile, is being a total grump today. He spent the last two nights in a hotel room, and while the room itself wasn't bad, it wasn't home. After a life spent on the run, he's surprised at how attached he's grown to the idea of home. There's also the distinctly missing purpleblooded douchecanoe that usually sleeps next to him, meaning that poor Psii, dragged along with him, has been subjected to very grouchy, aggressive cuddling. Either way, he's pissy, and figures that a walk in the park might clear his head.

Or allow him time to brood in solitude. Either way, it gives him time to wallow in his own bad mood.

He eventually wanders up to the pond and watches the goose swimming there. He doesn't see Gamzee right away, instead focusing on the bird. After a moment's thought, he digs into his sylladex and finds a stale piece of bread. He crumbles it in his palm and tosses it into the water, trying to lure the goose over to him.

Milo, a friend to all creatures great and small as long as they are carrying food, easily lets himself be lured over, honking busily. He is completely fearless --sorry, dude, compared to Darkleer (the chocobo, not the ancestor) Signless kinda looks like a wimp-- flapping his wings a little as he quickly gobbles up the pieces of bread from the water, before turning his beady eyes on Signless himself, eagerly swimming closer.

No, it's okay, Sufferer looks like a wimp compared to BOTH Darkleers, chocobo or ancestor.

"Hello, friend," Sufferer says quietly, squatting by the water and digging through his sylladex in search of more bread. Fortunately, he never cleans this thing out, and finds an old croissant that's been in there for who knows how long. He tosses more in the water. There's something very relaxing about watching a fat, happy goose nom down bread.

Milo is more than happy to go for the croissant bits, swallowing them down and choking with loud affronted honks. Holy fuck, Signless, what the fuck is this fucking shit? Is this a brick? A croissant shaped brick, holy fuck, are you trying to kill him here, how long had that shit been in your sylladex.

"Hooooonk."

"Sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't realize they weren't any good!" Geez, a million geese in the world, and he tries to feed the gourmet hipster food snob. "Let me see if I have anything else..." Commence digging around for a fresher piece of bread.

He normally gets fed pies and troll-people food. Your brick of a croissant is offensive, and dare say, slightly triggering, you high-pantsed jackass.

Milo flaps his wings again, keeping his beady eyes on Signless. You best come up with some bread there, buddy. He is a growing goose-boy!

He didn't mean to be offensive! He's just not used to feeding random geese!

"Demanding, aren't you?" Sufferer doesn't find any more bread, but he locates a piece of baklava Psii made, and it must be fresh, because this stuff does not last long. He crumbles it between his fingers and drops a little in the pond. "Sorry, buddy, you're going to have to get closer. It's too sticky to throw very well."

Milo cocks his head as if he can understand what Signless is telling him.

(He can't, he is just focussing on the food more)

That said, having been reared by troll hands, and sharing a backyard with a feathery jackass have made Milo absolutely fearless. He sees no reason not to swim close so he can gobble up the bits of baklava that have fallen in the pond. And then, before Signless can even think to toss in more, he quickly shoves in, stealing the baklava right from his hands, and swimming with it across the pond to where Gamzee is. He is the best hunter. It is him. He is the winner.

"Hey!" Sufferer is more surprised than offended--geese, man, who even knew they did that?--but then he dissolves into laughter. "Greedy little thing!" he calls after the retreating goose, and rises to his feet. As he does, he catches sight of Gamzee laying on his back, and waves to him. "Hi, Gamzee!"

It's luck more than anything that Gamzee manages to catch Signless shouting at him over his music. Pulling one of the buds from his ears, he pushes up on an elbow, a smile spreading on his face when he sees who it is. "Hey, man!"

Milo takes that moment to waddle out of the water, his baklava bounty in his beak. With a flourish that pretty much screams 'I am the best, the very best' he deposits the treat on Gamzee's stomach (only person he will share with. Somewhat) before starting to eat.

Gamzee gives Milo a look, a glance at the baklava, and then back at Signless. "Awww, my lil' man didn't all like gap your motherfuckin' shit, right?"

"No, it's fine, I was going to feed it to him anyway." Sufferer starts walking around the pond to join them. "Awww, he's sharing it with you!" He settles onto the grass beside Gamzee. "I didn't know you had a pet goose."

While Signless walks around the pond to join him, Gamzee settles for pushing up a little higher so he can sit (though he doesn't bother to remove his feet from the pond) pulling both of the earbuds out of his ears now. His hand falls to Milo's back, leaning most of his weight back on his other palm.

"Yeah. Found my lil' man when he was a way lil'er man, you know? Poor motherfucker didn't all had nobody to watch out for hisself, and shit, you can't just all be leaving a lil' bro like that all alone on the beach. That ain't cool."

Sufferer reaches out to tentatively try and pat Milo's head. "What's his name?"

Milo allows the pets. Mostly cause he is eating. Ain't nothing more important than food.

"Milenko. I guess you could all be like to call him Milo if you want, that's cool too." Gamzee won't though. He choose this name for a reason, so he'll say it properly.

Well, whenever he isn't calling him his lil' man, at least.

Sufferer gently strokes Milo's head, feeling the soft feathers under his fingers.

"The great Milenko," he says softly. He's not all that familiar with Subjuggulator mythology, but he knows the importance of names, and if Gamzee says the goose is named Milenko, then Milenko he shall be. "I'll try to keep fresh bread in my sylladex for you from now on."

He glances at Gamzee. "Unless he's on a special diet and you don't want me feeding him?" He somehow doesn't think that will be the case--considering the goose's owner still sometimes shows up at his hive for a second breakfast of bacon--but he figures it's good to ask.

Gamzee's brows rise a little at the name. He wasn't expecting Signless to recognize it, people rarely do, and the fact that he did makes him smile. If there is one cool adult it is Signless for sure.

At the question though he can't help but laugh for a moment, shaking his head. "Naw, if a bro feels all like hunger gnawing at his foodsack, he gotta fuckin' fill that up, right?" He reaches over to rub Milo beneath the beak. "If my lil' man gotta eat, he gotta eat."

What are diets, Gamzee just doesn't know.

"Duly noted." Sufferer stops petting Milenko and leans back on his hands, looking out at the smooth surface of the pond. "Are you two just having a rest here today?"

In other words, if he's bothering you, just let him know and he'll leave.

Nonsense. That is a silly idea. What kind of person would rather chill alone when they can chill with someone else?

"Just chillin', yeah. Get all up in that fuckin' zone, you know?" Gamzee leans back further on his hand, rolling his neck a little as he stretches. Milenko meanwhile, realizing they are not intending to either pet or feed him any more is happy to stick his face into the half-eaten tin of pie and turn this thing into a bit of self-service.

"What about you, man? What motherfuckin' shit did all bring you at this place today?"

"I know." Sufferer works on getting his boots off so he can dip his feet in the water. It also conveniently gives him time to decide how honest he wants to be with Gamzee. Ultimately, in a shocking turn of events, he decides on honesty. "I needed a walk to clear my head. I'm having problems with some of the trolls in my family."

"Yeah?" Gamzee can't say like he isn't a little surprised. Signless always seemed so good at talking and being level headed that the idea of him having problems wasn't something Gamzee thought about much. He always just figured if there was one dude that had his business all figured out, it was Signless.

He sits up a bit straighter. "Anything what a bro could do you for? I mean like if that is all like what you want."

Sufferer is surprised by this too! He's no good at fighting, he just wants things back to normal, except preferably without Dualscar banging his guardian.

"That's sweet, thank you." He sighs as he finally gets his boots off and slips his feet into the water. "I don't know, I think this is something I have to sort out on my own."

"You sure? Wouldn't all be like no biggie, man. That's what you got your bros for, right?" He won't push much beyond this, but he does really want to help. Signless had helped him out before, so it was only natural that he wanted to return the favour.

Sufferer smiles at Gamzee, grateful for the young troll's understanding. "You're a good friend, Gamzee, has anyone ever told you that? Because you are." He takes a deep breath, readying himself. "I got in an argument with Dolorosa and Dualscar." A glance at Gamzee before continuing. "They've recently entered a matespritship."

Gamzee seems to glow under the praise. It is rarely directed at his person, and coming from someone he admires so like Signless? Yeah, he's more than happy to receive a compliment.

That said, Signless' problem is not immediately clear to him.

"... that's some good shit, right? Two peeps all finding that sort of fuckin' happiness in each other."

"It should be, yes." Sufferer looks down at his hands. "I just... I just don't believe Dualscar is ready for a matesprit. He has so much further to go."

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I DO NOT HAVE AN ICON FOR THE GOOSE. WHAT AN OVERSIGHT.

DEES... Dees. You need a goose icon.

I do, goddamnit.

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Remember when Gamzee was in this log? yeah, me either.

wait, I thought this was a log for Sufferer and Milo

The goose is the star, it's him

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