5 ♐ How to Quickly and Effeciently Traumatize Your Children

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Who: Darkleer, Summoner, Equius, and Gamzee
Where: The Highblood (+1 Temporary Mouthy Lowblood Rebel) Hive
When: Morning
Style: Action?
Status: Closed

[Yes, there's the positively bewildering matter of Dualscar, and the much more terrifying matter of the Grand Highblood, but the more dangerous of the two has been dealt with. Even without that, the week has been almost... peaceful, even with the arrival of Mindfang and all the difficulties that caused. ]

[It's almost been nice. Then again, considering the date he and Summoner went on, perhaps he is slightly biased.]

[But now things are truly going to be back to normal with the return of Gamzee and Equius. They've been gone far too long, having to survive with dealing things up on the island. They deserve something good for once. So that's why he's in the kitchen, making breakfast. He still hasn't bothered to get his sunglasses back from the Helmsman, so it's the same cheap pair he's wearing again. Only he's a bit more casual today: glasses pushed up and resting against his horns, a tight blue tank top hugging his torso, and simple black slacks, his sign on one pocket. His hair is tied back once again in a loose, messy bun, strands still brushing against the nape of his neck and between his shoulder blades.]

[It's quite possibly the most casual he's looked in quite a while.]

[Pancakes, fruit, crepes, quice, bagels, a little something called Akki Rotti... It's all set up on the table already, and Darkleer is simply finishing up a last few dishes. Coffee cake and banana oatmeal bread, to be specific.]

[What? They eat a lot here.]

[Carefully removing the two from the pan, he asks over his shoulder to the troll who's been helping him all morning.]

Could you assist me with this? We'll be done after this.

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[rebull]

Heh, yeah, uh, worked out like that.

[A slight flush returns to his face but it leaves as quickly as it came, moving to the sink and jerking his head a little, gesturing for Gamzee to get over to the sink. Weirdo, why is he in the shower stall?]

I'm pretty sure that is what I am supposed to be doing? His happiness is important, and if he gets it while with me then hot damn.

[A smile, a little weary, it's just weird talking about this to anyone, and he likes Gamzee, sure, but he's still a little on edge around him.]

We'll see how this goes. I'm pretty much a kid still, so uh, what do I know, hey?

[420]

Good.

[Gamzee trots over --yes, why was he in the shower stall that is silly!-- turning the tap the splash water over his hands and clean them.]

Motherfucker all be deserving of that fuckin' miracle happiness, you know? It'll all be real fuckin' good for his to done have a bro there to help him get it.

And I ain't seeing why a motherfucker gotta be fuckin' old to do that shit for one of his peeps, you get? Age ain't all important. It's where your pump is at what does count.

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[Equius is pretty sure he could never care for another of the adult trolls the way he cares about Darkleer, but he nods, leaning into those soothing, comforting hands in his hair. Aurthor used to brush his hair like this, and he closes his eyes.]

Okay. I can do that.

[And then, maybe because this is what Aurthor used to do when he was upset, or maybe just because it's been a very stressful couple of weeks, Equius bumps his head on Darkleer's chest and makes a low, rumbling horse noise, deep in his throat.]

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Good boy.

[It's nice, just being like this, and Darkleer finds himself relaxing once more. The sound is slightly surprising, even for all its familiarity. After a moment, he leans in, remembering both things from his childhood and times during the fairytale curse as he makes a low soft snort in his throat and ruffles Equius' hair slightly with his breath.]

[rebull]

Uh, it's not really about age, more about experience? I guess... I'm a kid in that sense.

[A small smile, leaning back against the wall near the sink.]

You might have to give me a few pointers in the future for this quadrant business okay? [A small sigh.]

And uh, sometimes it's not as easy to act on what your blood chamber wants, you know? So I might get a little mixed up here and there. Heh.

[420]

Sure. You should ask Karkat too. Brother got all that fuckin' romance shit down in his pan, you get? Gets his glad on like nothing else.

[He finishes cleaning his hands, turning off the water and then just drying them on his shirt.]

And like I got my feeling on here for if you just all trying to keep making a motherfucker smile, it done will be aight. Miracles everywhere all getting their happen on if you do that.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius doesn't want to move; he didn't quite realize how much he missed Darkleer until this very moment. But he can't say that, those things are hard to say, so he does the next best thing: he makes the low, whickering noise Aurthor used to make when Equius had been gone for a few hours, or a few days, and the lusus had been left to his own devices. It was soft, quiet, and it meant I missed you.]

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[Slowly but firmly, Darkleer wraps his arms further around him, pulls him close to press his face between his horns. He continues the soft snorting through his nose, and begins to knead at Equius' back. The same familiar sounds he can remember from his own childhood, when he and his lusus were finally reunited and he checked for all signs of damage on his charge.]

[rebull]

Heh, I uh, doubt Karkat would want to talk to me about anything like that. But maybe I'll hit the kid up, especially if it seems to put him in a better mood to talk about. I haven't really uh, gotten to talk to him about anything with a more positive feel, usually... it was always something pretty serious and usually with some negative attributes acquainted with it.

[A little babbling, he realizes, but still somewhat nervous to be talking about this kind of thing with Gamzee. For various reasons, indigo, not wanting to make any bad impressions on someone Darkleer lives with (cause god knows Equius and Summoner are so gosh darned buddy buddy).]

[A glance to Gamzee drying his hands off on his shirt.]

That kinda defeats the purpose of washing your hands, kid. [A slight laugh, shaking his head as he starts out of the bathroom.]

Smile? Nah, not just smile. Hell, you should hear Darkleer laugh. Now that's a treat. [Grin.]

[420]

See, I'm just all like thinkin' here like... if you up and give Karkat a fuckin' chance to talk romance, brother will be all over that all what like a motherfuckin' clown on a bottle of wicked elixir. Would done be a good time for you motherfuckers to all become bros too, yeah?

[Setting up playdates for Karkat. That is a moirail thing to do right.

Then he pauses though. Pauses and just stares at Summoner.]

... he laughs? For serious? You ain't just yanking my hoof here?

[stayb100ponyboy]

[If Lily could see this, she'd probably have all kinds of comments about trolls and their familial instincts. Fortunately, she's not here, because that would certainly embarrass the two bluebloods. It's also good that Karkat isn't here, because he might make a comment to the effect of "now KISS," except with more profanity.]

[Equius nickers again, rubbing his forehead against Darkleer's chest, before leaning back a little and looking up at the older troll.]

Should we finish making breakfast, then?

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Of course. Lysunder was supposed to assist me in putting everything on the table, but he has all the focus of a very oblivious squirrel at times.

Come. Let's go.

[With one last brush of his fingers against Equius' hair, Darkleer pulls away and begins to start the movement of food over to the dining table. It should be big enough for all that's been made.]

[rebull]

I'll definitely have to bring it up to him then... I'd really like to have a nice conversation with him. [A small laugh, glancing to Gamzee.]

And I'll even try not to compliment how gash darned adorabull the kid can be sometimes. That always leaves out conversations astray.

[And then to Gamzee's surprise, Summoner responds with a smile and crouches down infront of him, looking up with a rather bright expression on his face.]

Oh yeah, no hoof yanking. And it's a really warm sound that you can feel right here. [His smile gets a little more soft and sincere, putting the palm of his hand against Gamzee's chest.]

And I'm normally burning a majority of the time, so if I even feel warm and cozy feeling it you know it's good.

[420]

[He lets Summoner press a palm against his chest, smiling. Like Equius then. And Karkat. They don't laugh enough, but when they do it is the kinda sound that fills his chest right up.]

I wanna fuckin' hear it some time.

[stayb100ponyboy]

I can imagine.

[Equius has had conversations with Summoner, he knows how he can flit from topic to topic.]

[Carefully, he starts helping Darkleer bring the food to the table and arrange it, once again thanking all the Alternian gods for the miracle of silicone plates. He's pleased and content right now, and doesn't even realize he's making low, rumbly horse noises under his breath.]

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[Although in Darkleer's case, this was more a case of flitting from talking to making out on the dining room table.]

[But let's not mention that.]

[Contrary to Equius, Darkleer is more than aware of the noises his descendent is making. But the morning seems... light, for once, and eventually, he begins to make soft noises in reciprocation along with brushing his arms along Equius'.]

[He's missed the company of these two young trolls quite a bit.]

[rebull]

It's really nice. [A smirk, pausing before standing up and turning around.]

[With that he'll start back to the kitchen, leaning to look in before actually stepping in, and he gets a nice earful of those little horse sounds.]

Awwww- You guys are cute.

[420]

[Just have him weigh in with a little bit of laughter, cause seriously, you two are really cute.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[And Equius is suddenly, painfully aware that he'd been making horse noises at Darkleer like a wiggler, and he turns a deep, dark shade of blue.]

Uh... breakfast is ready.

[Thank god for his shades, thank god for his shades, thank god for his shades...]

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[Thank god for shades indeed.]

[At least Darkleer seems to be dealing better outwardly than his descendent and simply nods to the table.]

Take your seats. Let's try to remember our manners at the breakfast table, shall we?