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WHO: Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara
TONE: feelings, lots of them
RATING: PG-13 for Karkat and Gamzee
WHEN: backdated to Thursday 24th May
WHERE: Slytherin 3rd year boy's dorm
WHAT: After this. Gamzee and Karkat need to talk.
STATUS: ongoing

Karkat rubbed his nose as he stepped up to the door leading to the Slytherin common room, pajamas in hand. He figured it was better to spend the night in friendly territory rather than in a dorm with Dave Strider. Ignoring the look he got from the student that stepped out from the portal, he ducked into the other house. Usually students from other houses weren't allowed in other houses dorms but Karkat was in here enough with Gamzee that he might as well have been a Slytherin himself.

Not that they'd been doing a whole lot of hanging out in the last month. He'd hardly talked to Gamzee since Tavros's birthday party and Karkat didn't know if that was because he was still attempting to find himself or if they'd stopped communicating a little bit more than they used to. Maybe that was when Gamzee started hoarding a hateboner for Professor Matteris.

Finding his way to the third year boy's dorm, Karkat hesitated a little before raising his knuckles, hoping Gamzee was in and he didn't just walk into the snake pit completely unprepared.

"Gam?"

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"So it ain't none of it no good," Gamzee said in a quieter voice. "She can just keep on being the wicked bitch of the west, and motherfuckin' Strider can go and be letting that purest horse shit drool out of his motherfuckin' word hole, and ain't nothin' gonna happen. Because who's going to give a shit what some stoner motherfuckin' clown says?"

He sighed and rested against Gamzee, arms draped over his shoulders, grateful for once for his smaller stature. It let him nestle easily into Gamzee's lap, let the other boy wrap around him like a protective blanket.

"I give a shit. And I just finished talking to Professor Donoghue about Strider before I came here. Next time any of them say anything I'm going to Dumbledore. I've already warned Professor Donoghue and Professor Matteris. And if Dumbledore doesn't help matters I'm taking it to the school board."

"You can do that?" the Slytherin asked in surprise. "They'd all up and listen to a kid?"

"I'm not sure." He really wasn't. He didn't know what the extent of being able to do things like that was for a kid, let alone a student. "Least I can do is try."

Gamzee seemed to be relaxing a little at that thought - not that he thought that the adults would do anything about it. But that Karkat was making some effort. The concept soothed him, and he nuzzled at the other boy's hair. "I wouldn't even be knowing who to talk at," he admitted.

"I don't know either," he admitted, turning his head slightly so he could look up at Gamzee before returning the nuzzle, brushing his nose against the corner of Gamzee's neck. "But I don't want you taking justice into your own hands, okay? I'd rather something be done about her than about you."

"Ain't nothing I could do to her, anyway," Gamzee said, a little bitterly. "She knows more shit than I ever could and she'd fry my motherfuckin' ass."

But he sighed, then, instead of ramping up to anger again, and just kept himself wrapped around Karkat, shivering a little at the touch of his nose and closing his eyes.