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]

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."