From my heart and from my hand

[mo_cara]

WHO: Gamze Makara, Shinra Kishitani, later Maxim Jaeger
TONE: Sweet, goofy, sometimes sad
RATING: R, for teenage boy sex talk
WHEN: Sunday 12th August
WHERE: Glasgow
WHAT: Gamzee visits a friend
STATUS: On-going


Gamzee liked riding the bus. The motion was soothing, and he could space out staring out the window, or peer into other people's cars as he went by, making up stories in his head about the people inside. He could listen to his headphones, and no one would tell him to, "Take them off this instant, my lad!" the way the old ladies at church did. Sure, he got funny looks for the make-up, but who cared? He was going to see his friend, and that was all that mattered. He got to break his self-imposed isolation from the people who kept him sane when he was home, and he'd be sleeping in the same room with another living, breathing person again. The fact that it was Shinra just made it even better - he'd been feeling so awful lately, and then with everything with Karkat ... well, he needed the weirdly unconditional positivism that Shinra exuded.

He almost missed his stop, but at the last minute remembered to scramble out of the bus at the Glasgow station, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder and looking around, a ridiculously tall boy in black and purple and clown make-up. He stood out like a sore thumb, even though he wore Muggle clothes when he was outside of school.

Comments

[doctorkishitani]

Shinra meets Gamzee's gaze, nodding seriously as he listens. "I imagine it would have been confusing. I haven't taken a bus on my own yet, but I did read through the schedule a number of times and it seems very complicated. But in any case, I'm glad you found your way here relatively easily." He laughs quietly, offering Gamzee an apologetic smile. "I suppose we're lucky that lady was able to redirect you. Although I'm not sure how she would have known that you'd gotten confused. Maybe she was a sort of telepath. Do you need help with your bag?"

[mo_cara]

"Like in them motherfuckin' movies?" Gamzee asks, eyes going wider at the thought. "Maybe! That'd be pretty sweet, super hero nanas!"

He ruffles his long fingers through Shinra's hair affectionately, then finally lets him go, slinging his bag more firmly over one shoulder. "Nah, I got this bitch. Where we going, bro?"

[He lives near the bus station for the sake convenience. ]

[doctorkishitani]

"I'm not sure of how it works in cinema, but from what I know, telepathy wouldn't deteriorate with age. If anything, I think it would come to be more powerful over time, unless you were to become senile. But it doesn't sound like she was, so she might have been a high functioning telepath!" He tilts his head slightly at the hair ruffling, which was nice, if decidedly unusual. He's beginning to wonder if it was a Welsh custom or one of Gamzee's idiosyncrasies, but Gamzee's question quickly pulls him from his musings.

"Right! It's not too far a walk from here. "

With that, he throws an excited sort of smile in Gamzee's direction before turning to lead him out of the bus station.

[mo_cara]

"It's cool, I could be all walking for days. Maybe that's my super power," Gamzee muses, as he ambles beside Shinra. "Walking and motherfuckin' spinnin' ill rhymes. And you could be all like super brainiac dude. Like you could think up any motherfuckin' thing in the whole world and figure out all them problems what no one else can."

[doctorkishitani]

He glances downwards as they walk, frowning contemplatively. "I'm sure you'd have a more interesting power than walking. You already have amazing adaptive capabilities and exceptional creativity, among other skills. And anyone could walk for ages if they had enough stamina. But I think you're right about rhyme-spinning. That would suit you."

[mo_cara]

"No, see, like walking forever, that's like motherfuckin' Kung Fu shit, like Caine, walking the earth, you know? I could be, like, a wanderer and a rapper, bringing my wisdom and bad-ass moves to all the little grasshoppers," Gamzee explains expansively. "You need a sweet costume, though. My shit's easy, but you need something what says you are here to outthink the motherfuckers what be misrepresentin'. You know, check the fools that misjudged."