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[bethehugejerk]

Who: Karkat (bethehugejerk) and Gamzee (420)
When: Tuesday, July 2
Where: Gamzee's hive, primarily.
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[The first day of the curse wasn't as bad as it could be. Karkat had Eridan, and with Eridan came all the attention any troll could stand and then some. While more than he'd usually take in a day, it had at least kept him warm, and similarly kept his matesprit away from concerns like hypothermia or whatever else happened when coldbloods got too cold.]

[The trouble is, come day two, it didn't work. Sure, it hadn't worked quite as well the last few times he'd settled in with him, but now it flat out failed to lift the chill. He'd had more than a few choice words about that turn of events, but it took comparatively few to think out what the trick was. Surely the scientists couldn't just make the curse that easy. He'd have to seek out someone else, wouldn't he?]

[That's why, a little after six in the morning, Karkat sends Gamzee a message.]

ARE YOU COLD
BECAUSE MY PRONGS FEEL ABOUT LIKE THEY'RE GOING TO SNAP OFF AND IT IS TAKING ENTIRELY TOO MANY STRIKES OF THE BACKSPACE KEY TO TYPE THIS.

Comments

[420]

[The sharp beeping of his SFC jolts Gamzee out of dreamland, making him muzzily lift his head from where he has been coating Equius' shoulder with clown-drool for the last few hours. With a graceless grunt he manages to flip over and grab his SFC from the night side table (narrowly avoiding smacking several bits of random junk to the floor) pulling it in front of his face. What he really wants to do is just facevault onto the device and go back to sleep but it is the grey shouty letters that keep him from doing so, though at the moment they aren't doing nothing more than crawling and moving on his screen. After few moments, he finally manages to wake his sleepy brainmeat up enough to actually be able to read the short message, though it takes him another handful of moments before he can even remember how to move his fingers and brain again to respond.

And now that Karkat has mentioned it, yeah, he is starting to feel the faint chill that is making its way down his spinebones, to the very tips of him, just like sitting in clothes damp with cool ocean water, a sensation not unfamiliar to him. It isn't too noticeable or bad just yet, possibly due to the fact that Gamzee spent yesterday getting hugs from a far more diverse crowd than Karkat, or because there is that healthy dosage of sopor creeping in his veins as always, but it is the kinda chill that got fuckin' promise to it.]


HY YeAh iaM StArTiNg tO Be fEeLiN tHe cHiLl aLlOcKeD DoWn iN My hUsK LiKe sOmE Sht dReAdFuL TOO
:o(


[Fuck backspace, he is still to sleepy to even see his mistypings.]

sorry for the delay on this

[bethehugejerk]

YOUR TYPING IS A DISGRACE BUT IT WOULD BE A DICK MOVE OF ME TO JUDGE IT THAT HARSHLY UNDER THE PRESENT CIRCUMSTANCES.
ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT PRESENTLY FILMED WITH A LAYER OF ZAHHAK SWEAT
BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, HOP IN THE ABLUTION TRAP
THEN HEAD OVER HERE BECAUSE I AM IN NEED OF WARMTH.

[420]

[Blink. Stare at text. Try to process. Slowly lift arm to snout and sniff.]

YeAh, BeInG CoVeReD In mY BrO'S SwEaT Is dEfInItElY SoMeThInG WhAt bE AlL TrUe hErE.
ShIt, JuSt gIvE A MoThErFuCkEr a fEw aNd i'lL Be tHeRe.

[That message sent Gamzee rolls outta bed, only quite nearly braining himself on the edge of the bedside table. And from there it is into the bathroom and into the trap for a shower. To be honest, sleepy as he is, it is more a simple rinse than a full-body scrub, but he figures that'll work well enough for getting Equius' sweat off him. That done and with himself toweled dry (you can say a lot about Zahhaks, but shit, they got great drying rectangles), he pulls into some fresh clothes, leaving his hair unbrushed and dripping onto his shoulders.

The only thing he pauses at is his face. Of course he'd normally toss on that shit quick as quick can be, but he knows Karkat digs it best when they have their pale-romps with him bare-faced like a disbeliever. Something about how his paint spreads out on every fuckin' thing in the room. And shit, Gamzee don't mind putting his face away for short bits to make Karkat happy. In the end he simply captchalogues his paint supplies, figuring he could do himself up in Karkat's ablutionblock once they are all done.

And so that is what Karkat will find on his front step a short while later along with a knock to announce his presence: a bare-faced Gamzee with his hoodie drawn up over his still wet hair, looking a lil' chilly, a lil' sleepy, here to dole out some hella sweet cuddles.]