♑ & ♑ | Misery loves company

[420]

Who: Gamzee Makara & Kurloz Makara
When: Some time after this mess
Where: beach
Style: Action
Status: Closed



[Gamzee isn't really sure on how long he has been sitting here since... just since. He hasn't been zoning, he knows that much. Zoning is pleasant, letting his thoughts go all adrift in the fog that makes up the majority of his pan. Now there are no pleasant thoughts, and the fog is starting to run a little thin. He should be getting his slime, dose himself in a fresh batch of miracles, but that'd involve climbing to his feet, getting off the beach and he don't got an interest in that right now.

But some motherfucker to speak with... that'd be real chill about now.

His movements are mechanical as he brings out his SFC, and he's already halfway down to scrolling to Karkat's name on sheer muscle memory before he realizes what he is doing. For a moment his hand jerks up, SFC clutched in it, like he is making to toss it in the ocean, before he drops it, too tired for anything really.

Slowly he returns to scrolling through the list once more, his fingers making to scroll to certain names before realizing that they aren't there no more; Mrs Brisby, Zelda, Minato... seems he been losing too many motherfuckers what can help him get his peace on. His fingers hover over Signless' name for a few moments before he scrolls along. He can't. Not right now. He digs Signless plenty, appreciates his opinions, but he's too much like Karkat right now, like he'd be trying to fit a too similar motherfucker in the hole in his pump meant for another. His eyes skim the list some more before-- yeah.

Kurloz could help him, he knew he could. With a few taps, he's got the message screen pulled up.]


HeY MoThErFuCkEr
YoU GoT AnY TiMe tO SpArE On a bRo?
I NeEd sOmEoNe tO GeT My sPeAk oN WiTh iF YoU AiN'T Be mInDiNg tHaT


[Yes, the mute mime was definitely the proper choice to talk with. Definitely.]

Comments

[zipperlips]

[If the quiet had drawn on for much longer, Kurloz would have prompted him again, because he will not allow Gamzee to escape from this conversation so easily, no matter how different this brother is from the sharper, driven one he constantly finds himself thinking back to working alongside in the dreambubbles.]

Then a motherfucker's got to go and make it right, ain't he?

[420]

[Gamzee doesn't always lose track of ongoing conversations!

Just... often. Very often. Nearly constantly.

The look he gives Kurloz is a little helpless, like he really doesn't know how to do this shit, and he wants some help, any help. He really just wants any other motherfucker to solve his problems for him.]

How does a motherfucker all up do that?

[Guide him, oh wise clown senpai.]

[zipperlips]

[He'll get his guide, all right. The road to hell, in this case, is paved with Kurloz's ambitions.]

Gotta prove to him that he's your religion, you feel me? That he's a motherfucker you believe in.

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I do, brother, I motherfuckin' do. Weren't nothing what he could be asking of me what I wouldn't be willing to do a motherfucker for.

[Except comb his hair and wash his hands before dinner, okay, there were just some limits here.]

How do I get him to be understanding that?

[zipperlips]

He ain't seeing you at the proper moment, is he? Then leave him something. What you know'd be a pale gift all proper, something he'd be fond of. Something what'd make him think of you.

[420]

[That... honestly sounds like a good idea to Gamzee. He has been forced to sit through enough romcoms to know that gift were given quite plentifully in those movies. Sometimes to the point where Karkat would rant over it not being the right gift for some reason or the other.

The suggestion and the fact that it sounds like a good one to him have him smiling. He's real lucky he got a good bro like Kurloz to help him out like this. Real motherfuckin' lucky.]

Yeah. Shit, yeah, that sounds good. Gotta show the motherfucker that I really care, right? Help him get his understanding as to that on again.

[zipperlips]

[Kurloz's smile could light up Alternia's night sky like one of the moons. He must be nothing but pleased to help out his brother in paint.]

Show him you never want him anywhere but close to your pusher.

[420]

That being how you do things with your bro?

[Hey, to his eyes, Kurloz and Mituna are a very successful, happy moirallegience. Kinda enviable, at this point.]

How did you get to hooking up with that bro? What made you up and get your see onto the miracles there?

[zipperlips]

Always.

[Well, that and fucking with his brain, but why suggest something that obviously won't work?]

Motherfuck, brother, I been diamonds with him so long I almost forgot there's been a time when we ain't.

[420]

[He nods a little.]

So, what sorta stuff would you all get your main motherfucker if you was lookin' at getting him something?

[Help him out, okay, he needs some ideas here. Shopping is hard.]

[zipperlips]

Motherfucking falldown slats, bro, for all that's his thing with his heartsis. A thicker goddamn helmet. Whatever;s up and coming his favorite.

[He considers Gamzee for a moment, before adding to his answer.]

Something what can be shared.

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Like a bottle of the finest elixir?

[Is there anything better to share with a bro than a faygo? Gamzee thinks not!]

Shit, maybe a pie too. That's all some miracle being made for splitting with your bros.

[zipperlips]

Hell, why not go in for a righteous confectionary? Do it, bro.

[420]

Yeah. Yeah, shit, that does all sound good.

[He is going to get that guy back into his life, you just watch. Gonna seduce him with soda and pie.

He glances at Kurloz, giving him a grin that looks far more like his old grins.]

Thanks, man. For helping a brother out on this. I really appreciate it.