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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: ~~inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry~~

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

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Fuck no.

[The words are almost spitted out as Eridan visibly gets disgusted with Gamzee's approach.]

What a stupid fuckin' thing to do either way. There's wawes, dumbass, you can't skip rocks on wawy waters. Now get outta the ocean, it has enough pollutants in it without your horrid ass soaking in it.

[Surprise! He's not friendly, Gamzee!]

[Gamzee's shoulders sink a little at the obvious disgust and he withdraws his hand again. His eyes flick away, just staring at the ocean, perhaps so he doesn't have to see the expression on Eridan's face.]

I know. But like, I don't all care about how fuckin' often they skip, you get? It's just all about getting to get down and experience that shit.

[He is so not leaving the ocean though. It had been his companion for more nights than anyone could count, way more present than his lusus. Eridan, not even in his hatred, can take that away.]

I'm guessing you're still harsh with me.

[He gives a prompt eyeroll at the explanation of how he doesn't care that he's doing pointless shit, so long as he has the experience of pointless shit. How like Gamzee. Augh, how did he ever consider this sack of filth a friend. How stupid did he honestly need to be to do such a thing?]

What gawe you that clue, Gamzee? God, did you think I'd magically be ower you fuckin' disablin' me like this? I know you can just forgiwe shit like a mindless idiot, but I'm not about to just up an' forgiwe some wile fuckin' panless wonder like you for lashin' out at me when I was fuckin' INNOCENT.

[Eridan is a big fan of beating a dead horse, ok.]

I don't think you're fully fuckin' aware a what you'we fuckin' accomplished by doin' this, you dirtscrappin' piece a rubbish. None too surprisin', I must admit, what with how much pan-rot you'we got goin' on in that lobeless head a yours. Simple concepts are hard enough for your miracle-blazed sponge to grasp, so for you to actually comprehend what ill you'we done to me--yeah, I'm askin' way too fuckin' much.

Naw, just all got my think on for maybe you finding it all up in your fuckin' pump to give a brother a shot.

[He shrugs a little, a bit uncomfortable. He knows he did wrong, oh he knows. And he knows it is Eridan's right to do whatever he wishes, but he sure wished they could just be friends again.]

But like, there is all being enough fuckin' beach for both us motherfuckers, yeah? We ain't gotta harsh each other none if we don't wanna.

[Eridan's lip draws upward in a disgusted snarl that's all too familiar with Eridan's features. Give a brother a shot? Find it in his pump? Much like Gamzee found it in his pump to give Eridan the benefit of the doubt. Oh wait, he didn't.]

I owe you nothin' Gamzee, nothin' at fuckin' all, why would I giwe some unworthy fuckin' landfucker like you "a shot" as you fuckin' put it?

[Enough beach for the both of them? Eridan thinks not.]

You're right about that, if we don't wanna, but I think it's pretty damn apparent what I want here, Gamzee. Pretty fuckin' apparent. You didn't relent when you fuckin' assaulted me--[Who cares if Gamzee didn't kill him when he had the chance.]--So why should I now? You should get to face how much I fuckin' can't stand you for what you did, you sludge-slurpin' ignoramus! An' don't think because you're puttin' up some docile facade I'm gonna just get ower it, I know what the fuck you're really like.

[He points to the ground near him, his glare never lessening.]

Get your scraggly ass ower here!

[Gamzee's shoulders sag ever so minutely at the insults, at the mention of assault, because he knows it is all true. He fucked up. He fucked up bad. And he fucked up so bad that Eridan won't be able to see out of his eye ever again. He deserves anything Eridan wants to yell at him. And hey, maybe if Eridan gets one good yelling storm up at him --or more?-- he'd feel a bit better about the whole thing.

Gamzee opens his hand, dropping what stones and shells he was holding into the water with little plops each time they hit the surface, before he trudges back to where Eridan is standing. And despite being factually taller than him, right now, with how much his shoulders are slumped and his head is held at a submissive angle, he might as well be the shortest kid in the world.]

I'm here.

[Not even Gamzee at his saddest can really do anything to the burning ire Eridan feels in his gut towards the other troll. As he makes his way over, dropping the rocks and shells into the ocean, Eridan keeps his glare transfixed and stern. Completely unwavering. He's standing rigid himself, shoulders squared, chest slightly forward, as if he honestly needs to try and make himself intimidating. As if this poise he's got going is really going to make a damn difference at all.]

[When Gamzee's before him, his brow furrows even more, his lips still pulled into a snarl as he grabs the front of Gamzee's shirt, fist balling and twisting the fabric between his fingers as he jerks Gamzee forward, getting in the others face, as if this haughty display is actually adding to the hatred and anger that Eridan's displaying. What's Eridan without some theatrics after all?]

An' you'we nothin' to fuckin' say for yourself either, huh? All you can do is mope like some kicked woofbeast, almost as if you look sad enough that'll make it all okay! Well guess the fuck what, Gamzee, IT DOESN'T. You lookin' like a sad sack a shit doesn't do a damn thing to fix anythin' at all! It won't fix the ire I'we got for you, it won't fix my eye, it won't fix what you'we DONE to ME!

[His nose crinkles as he snarls the words out, his one visible eye holding nothing but hatred and resentment for the other troll, probably giving his true sentiments away more than the words he's basically spitting at Gamzee.]

If anythin', you sufferin' would fuckin' suffice, I'll tell you THAT fuckin' much.

[It's almost like a confession to something more than platonic hatred, because the next moment, that hold on Gamzee's shirt is definitely being utilized to bring them even closer, as in lips on lips closer, because Eridan is definitely kissing the indigo in his grasp. A rough, biting kiss, that does well to show the black sentiment behind all the words he's pelted at the passive troll in his grip. The fact Gamzee's just took it and hasn't said a damn thing back maybe fed it even more, maybe is the very reason Eridan felt the need to validate it this way, because obviously the clown idiot wasn't getting it. Surely this will clear things up.]

Edited 2012-03-09 22:46 (UTC)

[Oh, Gamzee was getting it, all right.

That is to say, he was getting Eridan's tongue in his mouth, his teeth on his lips and the realization that oh.

Oh.

Ewww.

It takes Gamzee more than a few moments to collect his wits about him, his mouth slack underneath Eridan's. This is wrong. This is-- He only wants to kiss Equius. He doesn't want Eridan's teeth clinking against his teeth, or his tongue prodding demandingly at his lips, or his hatred. Definitely not his hatred.

Finally he jerks his hands up, framing Eridan's face between them, before he pulls him away with a sucking, wet sound. He hasn't exaclt formulated a response yet though.]

Uuuhhhh.

[Oh yeah, Eridan's the best at being black romantic, any troll would DIE for that sorta confession, and on a beach too, like come on, this is the shit one would read straight from a fucking romance novel, or see in one of Karkat's romcoms. Eridan's basically an expert!]

[Which is why... He's utterly shocked(And totally pissed off too) when he feels hands on his face pushing him back! His face does well to show his surprise, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, from shock but also because he was in mid-makeout mode. Was he just rejected? Did Gamzee just straight up push him away? Is this a thing that honestly just happened?]

[Oh the nerve. The fucking NERVE of this clown. Eridan's face soon resumes that hateful stare, that snarling of his lip, his furrowed brow as he just stares in utter disbelief.]

What the fuck, Gamzee? What's WRONG with you! Who the fuck pushes a troll away when he's basically laid down his black sentiments towards you? Are you completely fuckin' retarded? I knew you were a mindless fuckin' idiot, but I figured ewen YOU could grasp the basic fuckin' concepts a romance!

[God! He just wants to fucking STRANGLE him right now!]

Uh, you kinda all got a lil' fuckin'...

[He lets that trail off. The fact that Eridan has clown make-up smeared on his lips right now is probably not the thing to focus on. A little bit of indigo too. Luckily Gamzee is no stranger to little cuts on his lips from kissing. His matesprit is Snaggletooth McMissingteeth; little cuts are just par for the course.

His hands slide away from Eridan's face to rest on his shoulders, partially holding him at bay, partially just kind of patting him awkwardly. The look he gives him is kind of pitying. And not even the awesome kind of pity either. Rather it is the 'you tried, you swung, you missed' look. Three strikes, you're out. No first, second, or third base for you, mister. You have been bro-zoned.]

Shit. I'm like real fuckin' sorry here, bro. I just...

I like you. I don't fuckin' hate you at all.

Edited 2012-03-09 23:20 (UTC)

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