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[pieous]

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[pieous]

Mmhmmm... 's what all you fuckin' get for not all bein' to get at the bud in so goddamn long, bro. Here.

[Gamzee reaches into the pocket of his coat, digging around until he produces a ball of saran wrap. Carefully peeling the layers off of each other, he unwraps a gigantic, delicious-looking fudge brownie. It's no secret what kind of brownie it is, and he's sure he doesn't have to explain it as he hands the open treat to his suffering friend.]

Fudgy gods be all smiling down upon you today, motherfucker. Stuff that shit up in your goddamn trap and shut the fuck up 'bout eatin' dudes.

[He grinned, relaxing back against the wall of the tree and throwing his legs over Henry's. It was big in there, but not that big. To Gamzee, who loved sharing space with people anyway, it was perfect for hanging out with someone in.]

Ain't no one after your ass, bro, chill the fuck out.

[reluctantreceiver]

<sub>[He accepts the brownie and gazes dully down at it. Blurry college memories surface, but only for an instant. If he thinks about it too much he'll get a paranoid high and then nobody will have a good time. Henry crams half the thing into his mouth and chews awkwardly. It's been a while since he's eaten anything that wasn't Rin's specially prepared people stews.]

[As he waits for it to take effect, he starts picking the pale fungus off of his legs.]</sub>

Does this ever grow on you?

[pieous]

[That's right, Henry, no one wants a neurotic hyperventilating tree twitching around. Justtt relaxxx...]

....What, the brownies? Eh, they fuckin' good as a treat, lords above motherfuckin' know I got the sweetest of mother fuckin' tooths, but I like myself the bubbly-bubbly machine most of motherfuckin' all.

[Gamzee smiles calmly, totally misunderstanding the question and staring at Henry to try and see if he can pinpoint when the drugs hit him.]

[reluctantreceiver]

No, I--

<sub>[Henry feels himself clamming up so he drops it, too shy to correct Gamsee. Instead he just chews and looks at the brownie half in his hand. Eventually his shoulders untense and his ragged leafy ears lift to take in the winter sounds of the forest. Foraging deer. A dove somewhere. Somebody was humming.]

[Oh wait that was him. Oh well.]</sub>

[pieous]

[Gamzee is too unobservant to notice Henry trying to correct him. He just stares up the hollowed-out trunk to see how far the hole goes. After a while, he pulls out a second brownie. He was going to offer it to Henry, but decides instead to begin eating it, himself. He would have lit up the joint he had in there, but he didn't think that would go over to well with his buddy.]

Hahaha, you chill, bro...?

[Munching on his own treat, Gamzee reaches over with a free arm to push at Henry's shoulder playfully.]

[reluctantreceiver]

Hmmm...Mhmm. Better.

<sub>[He massages the side of his head to help the muscles finish un-tensing, still humming. No real song in particular though. Luckily, his head's too foggy for him to feel any kind of guilt. He also finds it comforting that the brownie isn't nearly as strong as the time he got blasted in the alleyway. He still had a vague idea of what day it was.]

[The shove pulls him out of a half daydream and startles him into drawing away. He does NOT want to get stuck to this guy again.]</sub>

[pieous]

[Gamzee is beginning to hum along, as well, even though he has no idea what the fuck song Henry is singing, he's gonna try to hum along to it anyway. They probably sound like the worst humming duo to ever exist, but he's too high to notice. To him, this is the best duet he's ever heard, not to toot his own horn or anything.]

[When Henry recoils, Gamzee's face draws up into a concerned expression... though it's more of a hazy concern, at best.]

Whoaaa... ain't gonna hurt you, motherfucker!

[reluctantreceiver]

Sorry...you just. Sometimes you're stickly.

_{[He eyes his shoulder just to make sure none of that horrible sap and or blood is hanging off of him. Then he leans back and props himself up on his hands.]}

How many cops do you think you could beat at once?

[pieous]

You gonna judge a brother for bein' a plant? Harsh, yo...

[He's grinning while he says it, though, folding his arms and leaning back against the tree to stare up the trunk again. Trippy.]

Uhh... huh?

[Focus, Gamzee. It took him a while to process what he'd just been asked, mainly because he was too absorbed in the way the hollow tree looked when you could see the sky out of the top of it. When Henry would undoubtedly repeat himself, Gamzee began to chew on one of his claws in consideration.]

Hmmn, uh, whoa, yo... dunno. Probably, like, all of them, for sure!

[reluctantreceiver]

_{[Henry blinks at Gamzee sluggishly before letting his mouth hang open.]}

Woah.

_{[That was so many cops. Like. More than five. Maybe seven!]}