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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[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.]