I'm out with the gangstas and thieves

[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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[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.]