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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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[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...?
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[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.
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[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.]
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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...
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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...?
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[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...
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Uhhh...
[Impotent? Impotent!?]
Whoa... Whoaaa...
[He frowned, looking more confused than ever.]
You don't like fuckin' me...?
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[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!
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]