Pulling up to the parties

[mo_cara]

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.

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[animalmagnetism]

That look gets Gamzee a long, considering glance. It strikes him as more than friendly, and makes him wonder for a moment what the holdup is. But this is a time for joy, not bringing up subjects he knows are sensitive for his little brother. "Here here! I'd drink to that. Or maybe not literally. I suppose I should play at being a responsible adult."

He snickers like it's some great joke and then continues. "And I'm glad he has someone so devoted by his side."

[mo_cara]

"Oh, motherfucker, you be all remindin' me!" Gamzee exclaims, suddenly realizing he's being remiss in his duties as host. "You want a lager or something? That ain't even like booze or nothing."

The other comment, though, he just shrugs and smiles faintly to, something maybe a little sad and more adult than really belongs on the face of a child his age. "He's my boy 'til the end. Long as he wants this dumb motherfucker for a friend and even after."

[animalmagnetism]

Peter laughs, shaking his head in amusement. "Being responsible is overrated. One shouldn't hurt."

But that look hurts a little to see, and causes his estimation of Gamzee to take a jump. He claps Gamzee on the shoulder encouragingly. "Thank you."

Those are the only words, but there's a wealth of meaning in the warm tone. Whether or not anybody but Peter could interpret, well, that might be another story.

[mo_cara]

"Ain't doing it for nobody but him," Gamzee says, and it's hard to tell if he understand what Peter means or not. But that sad look is quickly subsumed by the dopier smile that most people are used to seeing on him, the one that makes most people think he's an idiot stoner walking around without a thought in his head. "Hang on, motherfucker!"

He's gone less than half a minute, but he returns with a bottle of cheap beer, which he holds out for Peter.

[animalmagnetism]

"I know." So soft it might not even be heard. And Peter's glad for it. Knowing Tavros will always have someone to stand by him even when Peter can't or doesn't know what to do puts his heart at ease.

He takes the bottle with a nod and a grin, and then raises it in a little toast toward Gamzee before taking a swallow. "Cheers!"

[mo_cara]

"Iechyd da," Gamzee says in return, and clinks the bottom of the bottle he has with Peter's. "So, hey, how come you ain't all being a white dude, when Tavros is white?"

[animalmagnetism]

"That's probably something to ask our mother. I don't know anything about my biological father." Nor does he really care, honestly. Another mother and a little brother are simply the best things and he couldn't want for more. Peter grimaces a little at the taste but takes another swallow.

[mo_cara]

"I don't know much about my mum, either," Gamzee offers, swallowing his own beer like it was water. "How'd you all be figuring out Tavros was your little bro, though? I mean, you ain't looking that much the same in the face."

[animalmagnetism]

"Adoption records! A royal pain to track them down but I'm glad I did." Peter laughs, taking another swallow. "I went to the address and imagine my surprise when I found him there!"

[mo_cara]

Gamzee didn't even know people kept adoption records. In his mind, people just sort of brought babies to orphanages, or possibly churches, and left them there. So he gives Peter a slightly confused look, but the Slytherin is a boy who's used to be a little confused a lot of the time.

"I guess that's a pretty motherfuckin' sweet surprise!"

[animalmagnetism]

"It was the best surprise of my life. Or maybe tied for best. My Hogwarts letter was pretty amazing too." Peter wasn't sure what the confusion was about and figured if it was pressing Gamzee would just ask. So he let it slide, laughing at the comment.

[mo_cara]

"Yeah ... " Gamzee's gaze goes a little distant for a moment, and the corners of his mouth lift a little. Hogwarts had been a revelation for him, that there were other people like him, and that all the strange things he vaguely remembered from his time with his mother were real. Of course, even in the wizarding world, he was still an odd ball, but that was okay.

"So do you all be living with them now?"

[animalmagnetism]

"I've been on my own for a while now. But I do plan on visiting a lot!" He wouldn't give up his treehouse home in Skye for anything, but there is an appeal to traveling and visiting others helps that itch.

[mo_cara]

"Yeah, Tavros needs someone what can play his motherfuckin' games with him," Gamzee said thoughtfully - he was well aware he wasn't very good at that aspect, himself.

[animalmagnetism]

"I enjoy games! I'll make sure to play some with him over break." He's very excited about the prospect, actually.

[mo_cara]

The tall, lanky boy just smiled at Peter then, and took a sip of his beer before looking back over at Tavros. He wasn't all that good at small talk, but he had a feeling the flying professor didn't care all that much.