mo_cara: (pie delivery)
Gamzee Makara ([personal profile] mo_cara) wrote in [community profile] sortinghat_logs2012-05-06 04:21 am

Pulling up to the parties

WHO: Gamzee Makara, Tavros Nitram, and anyone who wants to PAR-TAY
TONE: Hilarious, fun
RATING: PG-13 to R for possible shenanigans
WHEN: May 5th
WHERE: Empty classroom
WHAT: Gamzee is throwing a birthday bash for his bro! Everyone is invited!
STATUS: Ongoing


There was food. There was music. There were sparkly lights. There was booze. There was even a ridiculously oversized cake, though that had yet to be wheeled in. Gamzee had done everything he could to make sure the birthday party he was throwing for Tavros was well attended, and everyone knew the best way to get a hopping party was to let the Hufflepuffs know they were all invited. Which he had. And then, of course, he had to get the word out to absolutely everyone else he didn't think would be a bastard to his boy.

And then it was just a matter of getting permission to use one of the empty classrooms (he made sure to go through Iroh), setting everything up, waiting for people to come, throwing a blanket silence charm in the hall to disguise everything, and then dispatching Karkat to go get Tavros. When the Hufflepuff showed up, there would be a roomful of people waiting to yell surprise at him, a band with some sweet tunes, and a particularly tastyfine present Gamzee intended to give his bro later.

Because some shit was worth the wait.
centaurstestes: (D --> I canter even)

[personal profile] centaurstestes 2012-05-07 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Tilting his chin up, Equius jerked his jaw away from the other boy. He was right, it did make him uncomfortable, but maybe not for the reasons he thought. He hated the way Gamzee teased him. Hated the way it made his heart flutter. Hated feeling so helpless...

Squaring his jaw and pushing down his feelings, he straightened himself up, presenting Gamzee with his face.
centaurstestes: (pic#3188417)

[personal profile] centaurstestes 2012-05-07 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He tried not to blink when Gamzee brought the brush to his eyes, but he couldn't quite help it. It was different than the pencil he'd stolen from some girl, the make-up itself thicker than he was used to. The grabbing, however, was perfectly fine. It was hardly the first time he'd been grabbed there, and it wouldn't be the last, and he moved with Gamzee's hand with practiced obedience.