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[honkhonkwoof]

Date & Time: After this.
Location: suite 207
Characters: Gamzee Makara (honkhonkwoof), Karkat Vantas (hornery), John Egbert (mesovortice).
Summary: Shooshpappin' cuz someone is pretty upset rn.
Warnings: Supremely adorable palebroship, also perhaps Gamzee's violent thoughts.

His horns sing.

Anger burns throughout his mind, and so his chucklevoodoos spring free and loosen; they twine through his head and out through his horns, and it feels as if he is rattling. It is an almost pleasant feeling, a dizzying one; and the anger burns a steady line of thought. One that says he needs to find a certain seadweller, and school him.

He does not care about his roommates, and about the fact that they are most likely being affected horribly by this. He does not care about the neighbors, either, and that they might get a whiff of his chucklevoodoos as well.

Gamzee really doesn't care about anything as he flicks open his netbook as he stands from his place on the bed and asks Eridan what room he's in. And it's so close, and he is completely intending to let his chucklevoodoos seep through to the disgusting seadweller's mind, completely intending to teach him something he won't forgot as he slams his room's door open, and heads towards the exit.

Though, he does hope Karkat leaves him alone; this is only a quiet thought in the back of his mind.

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[honkhonkwoof]

He sighs, but not in an irritated way. More like he's resigned. It would be a promise that would be broken eventually, he thinks vaguely. But he can try, can do his best. For Karkat. Because he was asking.

Gamzee simply returns the hug and closes his eyes a moment, breathing in deeply. He smiles crookedly as Karkat nuzzles him, and returns the gesture with a rumbling chuckle.

But he decides to get his serious on, and with another resigned sigh, "Yeah. Okay. I'll get my promise on real tight, just for you, my man. For motherfucking serious."

[mesovortice]

John has spent the past ten minutes sitting in his room under a blanket in the corner. He's wrapped himself up pretty tight, hugging a pillow and hiding his head. His eyes are on the door. He has never felt more afraid in his life. There is absolutely no reason to be so afraid but he feels it as though it were tangible.

Though suddenly, as though it's fallen off of some sort of cliff... the fear dissolves. He is still shaking and out of his mind with the fear but it is more manageable. He can slowly get to his feet, walk to the door and just as deliberately open it. He is still hugging a pillow and wrapped up in his bedding, he is still shaking and his eyes are still wide, but he isn't literally paralyzed.

So he wanders down the slight hall, into the living room, and pauses. What the fuck are they doing. His bewilderment outweighs the fear.

"Uhh... what's going on, you guys?"

His voice is a little unsteady.

[hornery]

Karkat looks up when John speaks, and there's a shift in his brow that makes his entire face look much grumpier than it did a moment ago. Awkward timing much? But it's just as well. It's not like Karkat can sit around hugging clowns all day. He doesn't pull away from Gamzee though.

"Troll thing."

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee looks round at John when he speaks, startled by his words. His muscles tense a moment, but Karkat isn't pulling away, so he relaxes again, and turns back to continue nuzzling Karkat. He doesn't even comprehend John's words.

It is a truly indecent show of moirailship but he doesn't give a fuck, and doesn't really care -- or even realize! that John might be confused by this.

[mesovortice]

Wow that is. Okay. John clutches his pillow to himself a bit tighter and tries not to laugh. It is more out of nervousness than anything else, but it releases tension when he finally does break down and laugh, and so he welcomes it.

"You two are really cozy there. But I mean what is going on? I felt, uh. Really really terrified for a bit there and I have no idea why. I am still freaked out honestly."

[hornery]

This is so awkward. Karkat can't even deal with it. He slowly disengages from the hug. Karkat doesn't really move away from Gamzee, but he does sit normally. You know, with his butt on the couch instead of his legs. The left one's fallen asleep, and he is so angry about it.

"Again, troll thing. This fuckball got all riled up. Woke me up with a punch to the terror gland. Don't worry about it, though." He'll explain Gamzee's deal to John one day, but today is not that day. Probably. He hopes not. John already sort of knows, right? Some of it. What the fuck is wrong with this kid? He knows he's sharing a hive with a periodically homicidal maniac and he's just cool with it. It's one thing for a troll, but.

Ugh, Karkat doesn't get John.

[honkhonkwoof]

He makes a tiny sound of displeasure as Karkat breaks up the hug, but his attention is quickly captured by John. He turns to stare at him, but looks back to Karkat when he speaks. He looks back to John and figures he should say something.

"Ain't nothing you need to be worryin' about, my man. Like Karkat was sayin'." He shrugs to himself and sighs. His mood isn't quite sullied but he wishes John would have hidden in his room longer.