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[The few moments of silence are actually bliss for Beat. He can recline into the pillows, inhale that smoke that burns and makes him want to cough, and wait for it to kick in. No need to think about dying or Rhyme. No need to think at all.

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?

[If Gamzee were a boy to give extensive thought to such things in the first place, this would not be how he'd expect their reunion to go. Though, knowing them and how they handle conflict, it should have been.]

[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.

Got it. Whatever's out an' 'bout.

[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.

[Gamzee can practically watch as Beat's senses dull. It almost intensifies his own high, watching someone else experience theirs. The first and last sentences were easy enough to understand, but the long one in the middle sort of ran together, like trying to read words written in wet ink while rain splattered down on it.]

"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.

Bro don' worry 'bout it, jus' know if I ain't showin' up, I'm dead cause I ain't not uh... I ain't not choosin' not to be here.

[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.]

[Manhandling Gamzee always produced the same reaction - a honking, scrambling nymph that claws and bites in a flurry of sharp edges and hard horns. Once Beat was able to get a handle on the wild plant, Gamzee was wide-eyed (as much as his current state would allow), staring down at him in alarm and trying to calm his furiously-pounding heart.]

[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.]

[He's too used to the flailing and biting to be startled by it. It's Gamzee. Instead he focuses on the comforting weight on him now and the dreads framed around him, idly noticing he can probably wash them like this.

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.]

[A bath would be a giant endeavor. Perhaps it would be wise for Beat to reconsider such things until he was recovered a bit more from his death. Though, Gamzee's taste and smell were heavily potent at the moment - he hadn't bathed or even swam in the small creek near his house since way before Beat had vanished weeks ago.]

[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--!!

[This isn't the first time and probably won't be the last time Beat's ended up covered in spittle by something or someone coughing crap at him. He makes a disgusted face and noise, and yanks on the edge of his shirt as Gamzee sits up, wiping himself down with the neck of it as Gamzee clears his lungs.

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?

COUGHONK-- COUGHONK--!!

[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...?

[The thumbs up makes him snort softly but at least it's an okay that Gamzee's not going to croak on him. An inhale of smoke gets exhaled in a surprised noise when Gamzee settles on his groin, the weight making his head tilt a little. It feels nice and perfect, and damned if the weight doesn't make his dick twitch a little.

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.

[Gamzee feels Beat's dick throb between his legs, and the movement sends a dull bolt of pleasure through his body. However, he was too high by this point to even consider focusing enough to have fuck around with him.]

[Instead, he slapped the hose off of Beat's chest, yawning widely and stretching out across the boy beneath him. Skin against skin was always the nicest feeling, and since Gamzee hardly ever wore much clothing while he was home, that was the kind of contact they had now. Their stomachs rose and fell together with their breathing, and Gamzee curled his limbs in against Beat to soak up all the warmth that he could from him. Being scrawny left him perpetually cold, especially since he refused to clothe himself and also since the temperature outside had been dropping.]

Stupid fucker... get yourself... fuckin' eated...

[His thoughts were swimming, and the drugs were making it hard to string a sentence together. It was all he could do to rest his head on Beat's chest and rub his palms over the skin there.]

Don't do that...

Ha-awww....

[Whatever Beat was going to say is lost as Gamzee slaps the hose away. Hey asshole he wasn't done with that. Though he forgets it a moment later as Gamzee stretches out against him, the comforting sensation causing his eyes to close and a large yawn to force it's way from his lips.

Fumbling around for a blanket or something, Beat eventually nabs a pillow and lays it delicately on Gamzee's back to try and keep him warmer. Another pillow a little further down and so on until Gamzee's covered in as many of them as Beat can reach. He's so focused the first sentence goes in one ear and out the other.]

Don' do what?

[Shifting his hands underneath the pillows, he spreads his hands along Gamzee's back, soaking up the feeling of them together.]

I dunno...

[His hair was all over the place, sprawled out across Beat's chest and arms, spilling over both of their shoulders, sticks and twigs jutting out of his scalp in every direction and sometimes intertwined with his dreads. The giant passion flowers behind each of his ears swayed slowly on their own, turning towards Beat's warmth and pressing their stamen and petals down against his skin.]

[Gamzee pressed his cold, bare feet against Beat's calves, burrowing his toes underneath those legs in an attempt to tangle together and warm himself up even more.]

Oh... get eated... don't.

...Where's your sis...?

Hmmm...

[Rubbing his hands along Gamzee's back and upsetting his careful line of pillows, he makes himself comfortable with a lazy smile to the ticklish touch of petals along his skin, hehe'ing softly when they especially tickle.

He doesn't even notice the chill of Gamzee's feet against him, just the insistent press and he shifts his legs to make room for them. Gamzee's face also gets an impulsive kiss against the corner of his mouth.]

Kay... I won' get eated. ... An' I dunno.

[The pang of hurt isn't there thanks to the soothing haze but the question does make him try to focus.] She uh... gone yo. Poof.

It's chill, motherfucker...

[Gamzee always keeps a plethora of pillows and blankets around the hookah pit. When he's not in his bed, this is where he spends most of his time, and he's always chilly. As Beat knocks the mountain of pillows off of his back, he reaches for one of the quilts strewn about the floor, closing his bony fingers around an edge of it before dragging it over both of them haphazardly. Shifting around on top of Beat, he was able to pull it a bit more in order to completely cover them both.]

[Curling back up on top of Beat's chest and taking a long, slow hit off the hookah, he sighed the smoke out tiredly, nuzzling against Beat's throat a bit.]

It's chill, 'cause, like... miracles happen every... fucking day, motherfucker. You all know on that shit? Every fuckin' day...

[Nodding sagely. He was so high.]

[The moment the quilts over him, Beat all but closes his eyes and drifts away right there. He's warm, Gamzee's curled on him, and all of his worries are melted away into the white fog.

Which his hand gropes for as he feels the puff of smoke against him when Gamzee nuzzles into him, his hand taking the nymphs to bring it up so he can have a hit. God yeah that's nice.

Breathing out the smoke with a hum, Beat nods with Gamzee.]

Fuckin' hear that. 'Cause like... heeeeeeeeeeeeeey you know? [In his head that was a marvelous speech about the fucking breakdown and knowledge of miracles, the word, and all things god like.

Curling his arm around Gamzee, he cracks two eyes open to smile lazily at the ceiling and sigh happily.]

Bro...

[Gamzee nods slowly, eyelids beginning to feel very, very heavy. He was beginning to warm up under this blanket, and if he weren't so high, he would probably wonder just how the fuck he got to this point in his friendship with Beat. As it stood, though, all he could think about was how zen he was right now.]

Fuck yeah, bro... Fuck yeah... Fuckin'... exactly that righteous noise...

[Oh, man. They were so on the same wavelength right now. This had had to be some sort of mind link bullshit right here. It was just like... dude. Dude. Right??]

...Huh?

[He lifted his head dumbly, sliding his eyes up to look at Beat quizzically.]

'Sup, yo...?

Hm?

[Gamzee's querying noise makes Beat look the short distance down to him, blue eyes hazy and out of focus from the weed.]

Nuttin'? Suuuuuuuuup widchu?

[His thoughts are floating together and mingling and it's hard to figure out his head from his toes. And excuse the brief panic when he thinks maybe his head IS his toes and all this time he's been walking on his head god damn no wonder he's dumb.

Oh wait.]

Oh. Bro, you know yer fuckin' like... you know... [A squint as he tries to find the word] yer my fuckin'... most impotent bro...

[He's forgotten what they were talking about already. Which seems to be just fine, since Beat has also forgotten. Gamzee just stares at him, dumbfounded, until one of them rubs two brain cells together enough to say something else.]

Uhhh...

[Impotent? Impotent!?]

Whoa... Whoaaa...

[He frowned, looking more confused than ever.]

You don't like fuckin' me...?

Huuuuh? No?

[Beats as confused as Gamzee, how can telling someone they're important mean he doesn't like fucking them.]

Bro yer impotent to me. [That is the word right?]

I'm poor tent? Im..portant! Yeah!

[His face lights up like a kid on christmas when he gets the right word!]

Bro yer my most important bro!

[...Oh.]

Oh.

[There was a moment of silence before Gamzee's face settled into a soft, distant smile. He was high and fuzzy on the inside before Beat told him that, but being told he was important... Not just important, but the most important person to someone...]

[He doesn't think anyone has ever said that to him before. He's always said it, always been the one to tell people how he felt about them, but never had anyone come forward and say it to him first.]

[He's important to someone.]

.....

[He didn't have anything to say to that. Not that he didn't want to tell Beat that he was important to him, too, but because he was so taken aback by that, compounded with the haze of the drugs, that he just set his head back down on Beat's chest and continued to smile into his skin.]

[The smile is all the confirmation Beat needs that Gamzee got it and he hums contently, snuggling down underneath Gamzee and the quilt more. His toes move in a random rhythm as he wiggles them to get comfortable, tail flipping out of the blanket to curl up and over them.

It feels nice to admit someone is important to him. The most important. And it's not just about sex. It's everything.

Warm, comfortable and high, Beat eventually begins to drift, waking up from time to time to mumble something to Gamzee that makes no sense. Eventually he rolls onto his side to curl Gamzee in against him, nuzzling his face into one flower and heeeh'ing when it tickles him.]

I love you too Pretty Petals. [Leave him alone he's high and half asleep.]

Motherfuckin'... love you, bro... I love you, bro...

[He was so far off in space that the words that normally would have had him panic-stricken and feeling like his entire bile sack had turned to lead were nothing more than a simple, honest response to a simple, honest statement. Gamzee's fingers curled and uncurled against the blanket before his body and mind were so wound down that he dozed off and began to snore loudly.]

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