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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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A tiny, hard to hear 'oops...' is uttered at realizing she's been discovered.]
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You aight, sis?
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[She crawls into view now, looking rather bashful. Thought bubble still stuck on Gamzee and Equius.]
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[Equius sounds more amused than anything, and he picks more straw from his hair, one corner of his mouth quirking upwards towards a smile.]
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[That is to say, all that being mushy and loving with Equius? Totally fine with other people knowing. Now maybe if their make-outs had progressed a little further...]
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You two are the cutest matesprits!!! Especially when you were petting the hoofbeasts together.
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[Equius relaxes, leaving the straw removal to his moirail. He's not particularly upset about their date being interrupted; he'd had a wonderful time petting horses, and now he's hanging out with his two favorite trolls in the world. This is a good day.]
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[He relaxes comfortably on Equius' stomach, really not bothered by Nepeta's presence. Moirails are important and it is important to him to get along with her. Besides, she was his friend, and considering what he would do to her in the veil... she really deserved better than that, more out of him.]
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Yes, yes, Gamzee's right! And I can't blame them about your hair, you do have furry nice hair. [Nuzzling it a bit more now, and then she sags against him for cuddles.]
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[Equius accepts the compliment graciously, then stretches out underneath them. It's like he's buried under a blanket of love, in a pile of sweet-smelling hay, and he think he could stay like this the rest of his life.]
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[Gamzee can't help but agree with you there, Nepeta. Equius does have the best hair. So good in fact that he has to reach down and run his fingers through it, picking away a straw or two.]
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[She adds to the conversation with a giggle, looking at him with incredible fondness. It means the world to her that not only didn’t they get angry at her for interrupting their date, but that they’re so obviously happy to include her as well. She takes up stroking the opposite side of Equius’ hair from the one Gamzee is paying attention to, really enjoying the way her moirail seems so relaxed and happy, and wanting it to last a while longer.]
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[Please. It's 'play with Equius' hair while gushing over him'-o'clock. Please keep up.]
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[Nepeta agrees readily, but she can't even think of anything else to join in with because he looks so peaceful and happy that she just has to wrap her arms around him instead and squish him hard - not that he'll really even feel most of it. She laughs and tucks her face against his neck and purrs loudly, as happy as a kitten with a ball of yarn out in the sun.]
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I have an idea. Why don't we go get some ice cream?
[If they lay here in the hay much longer, he's going to fall asleep.]
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Fuck yeah, icecream!
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Yes, yes, ice cream!
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Then let's go get some ice cream.
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Lets go. Come on.
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[She grabs Equius's hand, attempting to swing their arms together back and forth before tugging him onwards enthusiastically. If they'd been on their own she'd probably have climbed him like a tree by now, but it seems right for him to have her and Gamzee on either side of him like this.]
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[Which happens to be his favorite, since they have the best b100 ice cream.]
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He doesn't let go of Equius until they get to the shop, and then only before trying to manoeuvre them all through the narrow door would just be a recipe for disaster. Instead he untangles, pulling open the door to let them in like the real kind of proper gentletroll Mrs Brisby is always trying to make him.]
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[Equius has taught her to mind her manners, after all. Between him and Mrs Brisby they may be gentletrolls yet!]
Oooooh, Equius, Equius, what are you having? [Like she can't guess.] Everything looks so yummy, I want it allll! [She clings to Equius's arm, eyes wide at the choices in front of her and sounding on the verge of panic - how does she choose?! Luckily Equius shouldn't be too worried, this is what happens every single time they come here for ice cream.]
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