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[mo_cara]

WHO: Gamzee Makara and Tavros Nitram
TONE: goofy, fluffy, angsty
RATING: PG-13? Maybe R, but only for language.
WHEN: Nighttime, Saturday
WHERE: Halls, the Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Gamzee and Tavros try to find somewhere his CD player will work. Intoxicants are consumed. Possibly rap.
STATUS: On going


Gamzee was pretty good at sneaking around by now. Oh, he still got caught. He still got caught with some frequency, in fact. It was sort of a running joke with the Slytherins - if someone wanted to know any new routes or rounds the professors were taking at night, ask Makara, he'd probably been there first and gotten the detention to prove it.

But there were times when it was more important to be successful than others. And one of the advantages of being known as a harmless night wanderer was that people got used to being able to find him, and didn't look all that hard. So it was with this in mind that he slipped through the dark, silent corridors, heading to the hallway just adjacent to the portrait that guarded the Hufflepuff dorms. His bro Tavros should be showing up at any moment, and then shit would get real.

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[adorabull]

Tavros emerged from the Hufflepuff common room several minutes later. He was wheeling slowly, and very nervously, and his eyes were darting everywhere, just waiting to instantly be caught. When he saw Gamzee in the darkness, at first he nearly let out a scream, but he managed to contain it.

"O-Oh, Gamzee! I-I thought you might've, um, b-been a teacher..."

[mo_cara]

The Slytherin really did loom - it wasn't all that big a mistake. "Hell yes, motherfucker! You better be getting your ass all to my detention room and shit, where we will spin some sweet motherfuckin' tracks to learn you better than to be getting your creep on at night!"

His teeth flashed in a wide smile, and he sauntered over, resting a hand on one of the handles of Tavros's wheelcahir so he could lean over the younger boy.

[adorabull]

Despite how nervous he was, Tavros could not help but smile a little. "I-if detention was like that, it wouldn't be so bad..." he said, making sure to keep his voice down in case there really were teachers lurking somewhere in the darkness.

"You should, uh, be a P-Professor here one day, and then i-it really could be like that," he continued, as he started considering what Gamzee might teach at Hogwarts.

[mo_cara]

"You think?" Gamzee mused, starting to push Tavros down the hall. "That could be all-motherfuckin'-right! Professor of Rhyme, that's me, spinning shit and learnin' rhythm into all the little wizard and with bros!"

He had this off ability to keep his voice quiet, while still being enthusiastic, punctuating points with a tap of his fingers against his friend's shoulder. "But you gotta come teach here, too!"

[adorabull]

"Uh, well... You m-might have to pick something, um, magical, but yeah!" said Tavros, letting out a small, slightly nervous giggle. "O-oh, no... I don't think, um, that I would m-make a good professor. But, uh, maybe I could be the l-librarian or something..."

[mo_cara]

"Music is magical, bro," Gamzee declared, and he spun the wheelchair around, pulling the weight to the back a little bit to do it. Gamzee was weirdly stronger than he looked, despite his slender build. "Would you all be into that? Being the page master and shit, blowing that wordy knowledge into little pans?"

He started them going in the right directions again. "You could be good at that. 'Cause you like that one motherfuckin' book, right, with the flying dude in green, the motherfucking Pan!"

ye gog i'm sorry this was so late but now I'm not so busy anymore and can reply more often!

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

"I think maybe, uh, that it c-could be fun!" he said thoughtfully. "Because, you're right! Teaching little pans- er, I mean students about good books, would be great. But I don't think anyone else would really be interested, uh, i-in my favorite book..."

He sighs wistfully. "Which is sad. Because we're wizards! Fairys are, uh, kind of real."

S'cool, I'm just glad you're still here! And yay, decreased workload, I hope?

[mo_cara]

"Man, no motherfuckin' way," Gamzee corrected his friend firmly. "Lots of people would love that shit. Man, they'd get it all up in their bone noggins the miraculous motherfuckin' bitchtittiest lesson of them all. You got to motherfukin' BELIEVE!"

The taller boy waved his hands in the air, and spun Tavros again before heading them off down another corridor? "Right? That's what keeps little fairy sis alive! That's something we all should get down with, my brother. The mother. Fuckin. Power. Of belief!"

More like me getting distracted by apps for a different game and being down now, haha.

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

This time Tavros let out an audible 'whoa' when Gamzee spun him, clutching the arms of his chair, but laughing despite himself. "Yeah, you're right!" he said, his tone brightening considerably. "Uh, that could totally be a thing, I do. If I was, a librarian. Make them, uh, believe and stuff!"

... XD Well, okay!

[mo_cara]

"Hell yes," Gamzee agreed cheerfully. "You would have motherfuckin' power over all their little spongey minds, right? And you'd fill 'em up with all the best shit, all rainbows and miracles and loving animals and all that crazy genius stuff you got."

The taller boy pulled out a small bottle as they neared one of the doors, and leaned down to say to Tavros's ear. "Got to be all creepy quiet now, okay, bro? Until we get out to the Quidditch field, then we'll be all right."

He took a brief sip out of the bottle, then handed it to Tavros expectantly.

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[Tavros took the bottle with a questioning look.]

Uhhh, what's this?

[His voice was nothing more than a whisper now, because he took Gamzee's command extremely seriously. If he were the reason they were caught...]

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee opened his mouth to tell Tavros, but though his lips moved, no sound emerged from his throat. He grinned, then held up his hand, snapping his fingers together ... or at least, pressing them together in what should have made a loud snapping noise, but was utterly silent.]

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[Oh. Well that's definitely self explanatory. Tavros lifts it to his lips and takes a sip too. Maybe he should have asked where Gamzee got that before taking it, as when he tried to ask, nothing came out. Then again, Gamzee wouldn't have been able to answer anyway, so... Tavros hands it back to him, his expression one of wonder at how silent he suddenly was.]

[mo_cara]

[Still grinning widely, Gamzee takes it back, then swings the doors open and pushes Tavros out into the bracing winter night. He pushes the chair at a comfortable job, used to maneuvering the four wheeled device around whenever he's hanging out with his friend. On the flagstones and paths around the castle, it's pretty easy going, and he'll carry levitate the Hufflepuff if he needs to when they get out to the woods. They only have to duck aside and hide once on the way to the Quidditch field, and the big Slhytherin pulls his friend aside and behind a wall to avoid being spotted by Crane. They wait there for five minutes, just to be sure, and then are on their way again.

As they near the pitch, the sound of Tavros's wheels on the frozen ground and the soft pat of Gamzee's feet filters back in as the potion wears off slowly.]

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[It's definitely safe to say that had he not had the potion, Tavros would have gotten them caught the instant they spotted Crane. He'd shrieked silently, and buried his face in his hands. But the thrill of getting away was also rather exciting! And by the time the potion wore off, Tavros was laughing.]

Uhh, hehe, I can't believe, that we made it! Wow, you're really, good at this, sneaking around thing. Hah! Um, did you see how close we came, to getting caught? Hehehe.

[Don't mind him, the built up adrenaline has to come out some way, and it is apparently coming out in a very giggly way.]

[mo_cara]

[The's okay, Gamzee apparently think it's adorable, as he leans forward and ruffles his long fingers through Tavros's mohawk, peering down at him from above with a lopsided smile.]

Not even close, bro, I'd never let my sweet-ass Huffpuff friend all end up in no prison cell! [jokes cheerfully] we are on the motherfuckin' lam!

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[Tavros can't help but smile when Gamzee ruffled his hair. Sometimes he wished he could do that to people, it was such a nice sign of friendship!]

And uh, if you got caught and, I didn't somehow then, I would totally bust you out...Somehow!

[In his dreams anyway.]

[mo_cara]

Hell yes you would! [agree enthusiastically, as they head for the dark edge of the forest] Armor up this motherfuckin' chair, and bust right through the wall! And carry me the motherfuck away~

[Now that they're away from the castle, Gamzee pulls out his packet of smokes, and lights one up as he pushes Tavros along, blinking up at the stars with a wide grin on his face.]

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

Oh but, not before busting a sick rhyme on their heads, uh, to confuse them, while we make our getaway!

[When Gamzee pulls out the cigarettes, Tavros can't help but wonder just how he gets away with some of the things he does... It's really impressive!]

Uh, how have they not, confiscated though yet?

[mo_cara]

Huh? [Gamzee looks down at Tavros, and holds out the pack, offering him one.] They're just regular fags. Nothing in these motherfuckers. I don't think no one gives a shit about 'em, as long as I don't all be smokin' at the castle.

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

I've just seen Mr. Filch, uh, confiscate far more innocent things, so it's pretty surprised that you'd, uh, have those.

[He stares at the offered cigarette timidly.]

Uhh, no, I don't think that would, be a good idea.

[Then again, he was in a wheelchair. How much worse of could be be? So feeling slightly rebellious, he hesitantly takes it.]

[mo_cara]

[They're cheap cigarettes, and a little dry, since there's nowhere to get them at the castle, so Gamzee has to bring them from home, or Hogsmeade when he can smuggle them in. Pulling out his zippo lighter with a clown he painted on the side himself (the Slytherin can actually use his wand to light them, but he likes the flick of the Muggle lighter), he lights his own, and then comes around to the front of Tavros's wheelchair.

Taking a few drags to get the cherry of his cig glowing bright and hot, he leans over, and as soon as the Hufflepuff puts it in his mouth, he'll bend in to press the lit tip of his to Tavros's unlit cig.]

Now suck in.

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[Tavros happens to think you have the coolest lighter ever. But then again, he should have been used to Gamzee having pretty cool things.

He watches as Gamzee lights his cigarette and then comes round to his front. He realizes that Gamzee is coming to light his and so he hesitantly puts the end of it between his lips.

When Gamzee leans down with his cigarette, Tavros is slightly confused as to why he doesn't use the lighter but, he rationalizes it as being a Gamzee thing. Or maybe all smokers do that! He really doesn't know.

On Gamzee's order, Tavros takes a hesitant pull on the cig. When just the slightest bit of smoke reaches his throat, he can't help but cough and it falls from his mouth, rolling down his front and onto the forest floor.]

[mo_cara]

[The taller boy laughs, though it isn't in a mean way, just his weird, mellow honking chuckle at something that's pleased and amused him.] Don't worry, bro, you'll get the hang of it. Anyway, I got some sweeter shit we can be trying when we get out to the motherfuckin' forest.

[He stoops, picking up Tavros's cigarette, and offers it back to him.]

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[Tavros turns a little pink, but he knows Gamzee doesn't mean in a bad way, which stops him from really getting embarrassed.]

Uhhh, okay.

[After that try, he is not entirely sure if it would be a good idea, but... Well, if it was sweeter...

He takes the cigarette between his fingers and looks at it hesitantly. He guesses maybe he could try it again too, if it got easier. But this time he was going to hold onto it while he takes a small puff of it. He coughs again when he breathes it in, but manages to keep it from falling to the ground again. How did anyone enjoy them? But he was not going to stop, because if Gamzee could do it then so could he.]

[mo_cara]

[And that light-headed, heart racing feeling a first cigarette often engenders will kick in soon, Tavros! Gamzee grins at him and moves behind again, to start pushing him toward the forest. They're almost there now!]

So can you do them motherfuckin' shrinking charms? 'Cause if you do that for your chair, then I can just carry you where all we want to be going.

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[Just like Gamzee predicted, not much later and after another puff or two, Tavros feels... Different! Wow. But it's not kicked in enough to really alarm him yet.]

I think I can, but wouldn't that be, uh, a hassle? Carrying me around so much... But, uh, if it would make it easier, then I can try.

[Why did everything seem kind of... faster? Why was it also pretty exciting and not actually all that scary?

Oh look he's puffing on it again with slightly more confidence than before. But he still coughs.]

[mo_cara]

Nah, I don't mind. 'Cause there's all them roots and other shit in the trees. [ruffling Tavros's hair again when he coughs ... maybe because he just wants the excuse to ruffle the Hufflepuff's hair, but who knows?

It won't take that long for them to get to the treeline, and a little ways in, Gamzee stops struggling with the chair so he can move around and scoop up the smaller boy in his arms as though he doesn't weigh anything - the Slytherin is thin, but there's plenty of whipcord muscle there, too.]