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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, GAMZEE MAKARA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 420.42.042.04 *** G-MAK has joined 420.42.042.04 <G-MAK> YO, MY RIGHTEOUS BROTHERS AND GODDAMN BITCHES. <G-MAK> if you all is wanting to be all placing at a mother fucking order with me. <G-MAK> LEAVE AT A BROTHER SOME WICKED FUCKING TEXTUALS. <G-MAK> oh and another motherfuckin thing. <G-MAK> SEXTS IS ALWAYS FUCKIN WELCOME. ;o) | ||||
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they coulda got hurt cause i failed
[And now Gamzee knows why Beat didn't wanna public that]
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> MAYBE YOU ALL SHOULD QUIT BEING TO TRY AND KEEP OTHER MOTHERFUCKERS SAFE.
> if all you can't be keeping even your fuckin self alive.
> HOW THE FUCK YOU ALL EXPECT TO BE DOING AT IT FOR SOMEONE FUCKIN ELSE?
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[There's the rub though, he isn't really helping is he?]
I know I ain't the hero an' shit but like... I gotta try don' I?
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> TO BE ALL MAKING YOUR FUCKING SELF FEEL BETTER? >:o/
> ain't gonna do no one no good if you fuckin dead, dumbass.
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Like if you was in trouble an' shit, I'd try an' help!
An' yes I know you can handle yer own.
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> DON'T MOTHERFUCKIN ALL PUSS OUT AND DIE ON THE WAY HERE.
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[Thank god Beat's so used to going to Gamzee's because he's got the damned area mapped now. So it takes him almost no time to finally reach the treehouse and yell up at it. Growing still hurts.]
Yo asshole! The ladder!
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Just fuckin' get big, you lazy fuck!
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[Grumbling about ladders and stupid green muppet mutant assholes because he KNOWS Gamzee won't, he grimaces and grows larger. Enough that he can grab the "porch" and shrink back onto it. God that burns.
Stumbling into the treehouse as he regains his feet, he immediately figures out where Gamzee is and heads over to the pit, crashing down into the pillows and stretching out with a sigh of contentment.
Then he'll reach for the other hose cause hell. Fucking. Yes. He needs this.]
You been shut up in here the entire time I was gone, bro?
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[He turned his head slightly to look down at Beat, collapsed into the hookah pit next to the device. He wasted no time taking a hit of Gamzee's pot like he fucking owned that shit. Silent for a moment, he eventually responded to Beat's question, but not before taking one more hit.]
Cough, cough--
Didn't all know you all was fuckin' left.
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Exhaling slowly, Beat closes his eyes, waiting for that comfortable blanket.]
Which means you prolly ain't eaten shit all. Fuck, course you ain't. I'll haul somethin' back later an' letchu chase it 'round.
[Inhale and hold, exhale and crack his eyes open to watch the smoke filter up towards the ceiling, fading into grey and then gone before it reaches it. It makes him look at his own hand, recalling a time he was fading too. At least that didn't hurt.
Pausing before he lifts the hose to his mouth again, he slits his eyes towards Gamzee.] You want one wid big tits or feelin' up fer somethin' diff?
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[As it is, though, Gamzee had no expectations for how their meeting would go today. He was just happy to have Beat back in his general vicinity once more. Truthfully, he'd thought the kid had grown tired of him, and just left him without a word.]
[Stoned as fuck, Gamzee always took a minute or two before responding to Beat. He'd stare, emotionless, at the far wall, his eyes just slits and barely open. He looked like he was in deep thought about something, but really he wasn't thinking about anything at all. It was awesome.]
...Ain't hungry yet.
[He took another drag, sighing out the opaque plume of smoke and shifting to his side on the couch so he could see Beat better down on the ground.]
Surprise at a motherfucker when all you do bring somethin' back.
[...]
Thought you wasn't wanting to chill no more.
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[Beat wishes the smoke would hurry up and work already, fiddling with the hose in his fingers before glancing up in surprise to Gamzee's next set of words.
Brows furrowing for a second or two, he huffs a laugh and shakes his head, reaching up to push the beanie off so he can ruffle his hair.]
Nah, why wouldchu think that? Like, bro come on, the odds of me not wantin' to hang are way low. The odds of me bein' dead is higher.
[He grins up at Gamzee before taking another inhale of smoke, holding it defiantly until his lungs scream and he does have to cough it out. At least now he can feel the soft fuzz kicking in and he hums, licking his lips and sinking further into the pillows.]
Best place to be is right here yo.
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"Odds" ain't exactly a motherfuckin' thing what all a gangsta's being good at figuring the fuck out at.
[Gamzee shifted back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling this time and sucking down another lungful of smoke.]
Quit fuckin' getting your ass culled, motherfucker. I don't... like... give at no fucking fucks what the fuck shady noise you get your ass into, but...
[He coughs a bit, trying to catch his breath.]
You ain't allowed to be mother fuckin' croaking no more, yo.
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[Rearranging pillows under his head, he sighs blissfully and closes his eyes again, letting the hose rest on his chest before taking another suck at it. The smoke billows out his nose for a bit before he opens his mouth and lets it out that way, a dreamy smile on his lips.
Especially as Gamzee scolds him in a roundabout way.]
Heh, yer worried fer me.
[Setting that hose aside, he sits up briefly to reach out and grab Gamzee, easily hauling him bodily off the couch and onto the floor with him. Only to lean back again and pull Gamzee up so they're chest to chest, one arm resting around his waist as he brings the other up to take Gamzee's hand and guide the hose he'd been using to his own lips so he can get a hit.]
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[His hair wasn't tied up today, so a dirty curtain of dreadlocks fell over Gamzee's shoulders and on either side of Beat's face. He watched the boy take another hit using the hose in his hand.]
[They were in such a compromising position already, and it had been weeks since he'd last seen Beat. Before he had a chance to exhale, Gamzee leaned down to press their mouths together, parting Beat's lips with his own and attempting to inhale the smoke from his mouth.]
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The press of the mouth on his before he has a chance to release the burning smoke in his lungs makes his hand come up and bury into the back of Gamzee's dirty dreads, holding him there as Beats lips are forced open. He exhales into Gamzee's mouth slowly, almost teasingly, keeping their mouths sealed tight so no smoke escapes.
He follows it with his tongue, stud clicking against Gamzee's teeth briefly before the rough tip slides against the roof of the nymphs mouth. Letting the movements remain lazy, he tangles their tongues together, tasting the smoke and Gamzee with a light hum in his throat.]
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[Gamzee loved the feeling of Beat's tongue stud clicking against his fangs when they kissed. However, he was far too high right now to focus on the amount of making out that Beat was asking for from him. His sappy, purple tongue slid against Beat's for a bit, flicked around in the troll's mouth a bit before slowing down as Gamzee's mind wandered. As the smoke wafted into his own lungs, he tried to breathe through his nose to get some air, but ended up sucking down the smoke instead, along with a bunch of saliva that had built up in his mouth from the kissing.]
COUGHONK--!!
[With a jerk of his body, Gamzee coughed out a mixture of smoke and drool, probably on Beat's neck and mouth. Sorry, Beat. Holding a fist out in front of his mouth to cough into, he sat up, straddling Beat and sputtering into the side of his hand until he could finally gulp down some air.]
COUGHONK COUGHONK--!!
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He's not high enough to find the honking after the cough hilarious but he's getting there, his eyes amused as he watches Gamzee fight for air. Slightly worried too.]
You dyin' or gonna make it?
[With Gamzee's attention on needed air, Beat plucks the hose from him to take another hit, letting it leak out his nose as he decides to get rid of the spit covered shirt.
It takes a bit of wiggling to get it out from underneath Gamzee's weight but eventually he gets it off and tosses it to the side with a "Gross".]
Still wid me?
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[Slamming his still-closed fist into his chest, Gamzee was able to cough up the drool he had swallowed while still keeping it mostly in his mouth. A bit more escaped his lips and had started running down his chin, but a swipe from his tongue and the back of his hand took care of it before it got any farther.]
[Still unable to form words, Gamzee just gives Beat a feeble thumbs-up.]
[When he's back to normal, his droopy eyes wander slowly down Beat's bare torso, nodding in approval of his decision to lose the shirt. Settling back down directly atop Beat's groin, Gamzee's eyes made their way back up to his face, a thin smile played across his wet lips.]
Sorry, bro... too much of a motherfuckin' party in a gangsta's meal tunnel, you feelin' me? Uh--
[With hardly a change in expression except for maybe a slight frown, Gamzee's gaze flicked to the new scars that littered Beat's abdomen. Taking a quizzical hit off of the hookah, he hunched over, placing his hands on Beat's stomach and lifting his head to look him in the eyes.]
...You got... fuckin' eated, bro...?
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Dropping one hand to Gamzee's knee, he keeps the other wrapped around the hose to take a hit again, blowing little lines of smoke out forcefully into the air to watch the patterns.]
No yeah bro I gotchya. It's aight, it's cool.
[Letting Gamzee have the hose back, Beat tucks his arms under his head briefly, eyes closed as he relaxes there like he's home after a long day of work. The cotton in his head is finally there and it takes a moment for Gamzee's words to reach him in meaning.]
Huh...? Oh. Yeah. Got ate alive. Don' wreck...a mend it.
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