For Science.

[doctorkishitani]

WHO: Gamzee and Shinra
TONE: Contemplative, Excited and freaky
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: Approximately one day after the autofellatio discussion took place.
WHERE: In the Slytherin dorms.
WHAT: Apparently, autofellatio is physically impossible. This, of course, requires further investigation. For science.
STATUS: Ongoing


After classes draw to a close, Shinra eagerly makes his way down to the dungeons as per his arrangement with Gamzee. Once he reaches what seemed to be the right corridor -according to Gamzee's directions- he slows his pace, examining the stone panels in each of the wall in hopes of finding the entrance to the Slytherin dormitories. After about ten minutes of searching, he gives up and pulls out his journal in order to write a quick -and appropriately filtered- note to Gamzee.

Hello!

I'm in the dungeons and somewhere near the Slytherin quarters.
Could you tell me which of these panels is the entrance? I tried to find it, but they all look the same.

Comments

[mo_cara]

After a few minutes there's a response, though it's somewhat aborted -

Oh, MaN, i DoN't EvEn
HaNg On

And about a minute or two after that, one of the panels slides open and a wild head of black curls peers out into the corridor, looking right and left, and flashing teeth in a broad smile as Gamzee spots Shinra.

"Hey, my fine motherfucker!"

[doctorkishitani]

Shinra watches closely as Gamzee's message appears in his journal and reads it over a couple of times before scrawling a response.

It's no trouble! The Slytherin dorms are just a little more inconspicuous than I thought they would be, although now that I'm thinking on it, that might be intentional. Are subtlety and secrecy Slytherin values or is that just a

He starts as Gamzee suddenly addresses him, but quickly turns to greet the other boy with an enthusiastic grin, splattering a trail of small inkblots across his reply in the process.

"Hello! Have you been waiting long? I came right after Muggle Studies got out, but I think I might have gotten a bit lost on my way here."

[mo_cara]

"Nah, it's cool," Gamzee says, still smiling. "I ain't no good with time, anyway. Come on in, bro, I'm not all supposed to be holding to door for too motherfuckin' long, you know?"

[doctorkishitani]

"Right! Sorry!"

Shinra quickly bows his head before making his way over to the entrance and stepping in to the Slytherin common room. Once inside, he quickly glances around, taking note of his surroundings before turning back to beam at Gamzee.

"I understand. I'm not always very good with time myself. How have you been keeping? Professor Matteris didn't give you too much trouble, did she?"

[mo_cara]

There are a few other Slytherins in the common room, who give Shinra suspicious looks, but don't seem too surprised, since he's with Gamzee. The taller boy ignores them utterly, or at least doesn't seem to give the narrowed eyes any mind, since he just keeps that pleasant look on his face as he leads his guest past to head down to the third year rooms.

"Professor- ?" Gamzee starts, and then the easy smile hardens into something bright and brittle, ice in the morning sunlight. "Ain't nothing she can do. Not really."

[doctorkishitani]

Shinra smiles back at Gamzee's housemates -apparently oblivious to their suspIcious looks- before following him to the third year dorms.

He does note the change in Gamzee's smile and decides that he's just not going to mention that he told Professor Matteris -and Professir Donoghue- that Gamzee was suffering from narcoleptic hallucinations. Instead, he offers him an amiable and hopefully disarming smile. "I'm glad to hear that. For a while, I thought she was seriously upset with us. But I suppose it all turned out well. Are these your dorms?"

[mo_cara]

"Yeah!" Gamzee said cheerfully, as though all thought of Professor Matteris had been erased from his mind. "3rd year boys, anyway."

It was the usual mess in here that 13 and 14 year old boys tended to accrue - dirty clothes, homework left out, a broom shoved carelessly in one corner. Gamzee's bed was quite obvious - he'd hung several creepy clown posters right near it. The polka-dot pajama pants tossed over the headboard were another clue.

"Welcome to party motherfuckin' central, bro!" It wasn't really, but the Slytherin liked the sound of the words, so he tended to call his little area that. It made him sound a lot more popular than he actually was, though that wasn't the intent.