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♑ ♥ ♐ | The time is over for silent years of stored up fears that are holding you down.
Who: Gamzee and Equius, daters extraordinary.
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you arenepeta stalking.
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you are
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
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[Equius looks around and figures out what is going on. Okay, it's kind of ridiculously cute, seeing the horse nose at Gamzee's neck, but this is also a bit of a dilemma. He can't push the horse away, or really pull Gamzee away; how to get it to let him go?]
[After a moment's quick thought, Equius makes a rumbling, whickering horse noise, deep in his chest. It's the noise Aurthor always made at him when he was misbehaving and the lusus wanted his charge to stop.]
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i hope. i don't know horses. why am i writing horses.]no, that's totally what horses would do, you're fine
[There is really only one thing to do in this situation. And that is to start giggling like a dumbass, because omg horses!]
Horses, kinda like trolls.
Fuck, don't laugh, it's trying to fuckin' eat me.
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This is awesome.
[Between giggles, he makes a few more horse noises, quiet, reassuring rumbles.]
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[One of the horses whickers curiously, and Equius recognizes the sound as a question; it probably wants more sugar cubes. He nickers a response, and the horse, not liking it, stomps one hoof and snorts. But it's too late to do anything, as Gamzee is starting to lead him away.]
Where are we going now?
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[Gamzee leads him along, peeking into the stables. It seems that all the horses are outside today --after all, it is a lovely day-- leaving the stables themselves blissfully quiet and abandoned.
He glances back at Equius with a grin.]
Ain't in the know about you, but I was fuckin' enjoying what we were doing back there.
[His thought bubble reacts again, and the images of his lusus are quickly replaced by him and Equius and them kissing and pressing together and kissing more in various states of undress. Though never quite naked.]
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Uh, babe?
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Oh, heh... sorry. I got distracted.
[He tears his gaze away from Gamzee's bubble and back to the troll himself.]
May I suggest one of these piles of hay?
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Heh. Sure.
[He reaches up to slide his arms around Equius' neck, leaning against him.]
Wherever you want.
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Can I offer you a ride then, good sir?
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Naw, you are fuckin' it up, bro. It's gotta be mister Gamzee. You heard the motherfuckin' wall.
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[Equius carries him to a nice, comfortable-looking hay pile and kneels down so Gamee can roll out of his arms.]
Although, if we want total wall accuracy, you'd be the one carrying me.
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Then at his own skinny arms.
Then back at him.
Arms.
Equius.]
Well... if you wanna all like give it a fuckin' go.
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[Equius settles himself into the hay, beside Gamzee, stretching out and getting comfortable.]
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[Gamzee laughs, before he rolls over, folding his arms on top of Equius' chest, looking down at him.]
Hey.
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[Equius props himself up on his elbows, reaching up to give Gamzee a kiss.]
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[Gamzee leans back for just a moment to snag the glasses off of Equius' face, before he leans in again to kiss him back, running his fingers through his hair.
And probably getting hay tangled in there, whatever, whatever, kissing time now.]
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Nepeta?
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Oh.
Gamzee pushes himself up, glancing in the direction Equius is looking at.]
Chica?
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A tiny, hard to hear 'oops...' is uttered at realizing she's been discovered.]
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