sortinghat_logs | ~Forest of Depression~

[Karkat raises an eyebrow at the grin sent his way before he sits back, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before he snuffs it out, turning his attention to Tavros.]

Okay. Fuck, marry or kill...Azula, Cassie...Graham.

[Tavros thinks hard about the rules of the game, tries to comprehend them as best he can when his mind feels kind of weird, as if it's hard to really cement anything in there fully. He feels a little lightheaded from the cigarette, but he takes another puff off of it before he then sets his mind to Karkat's question.]

Uhhhh... Um. Kill...Graham, uh, I guess. Marry Cassie and f- wait! No, oh my god, no. Um...Uh, I- uh-... Kill Graham, Marry, uh... Azula and...fuck Cassie. Because, uh... then Azula and I could divorce! I-I hope...

Marry Cassie, because she seems like a sweet little woman, and she probably makes bitchtits pies. Fuck Graham, because that motherfucker needs it, and kill Azula. Because same. [taking a pull directly off the whiskey bottle]

Now you pick who won, bro, and they go next!

[Jeez who to pick. Karkat rolls their answers over in his head before shrugging and glancing at Tavros.]

Your turn, man.

[Tav's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.]

Oh, uh... I-I won? Cool! Okay, let me think...

[He drinks more while thinking, running through everyone he can think of.]

Let's see, uh... Marry, Fuck or Kill, uh... Jude, Xion, Feferi!

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[Huh ... that's harder. Gamzee doesn't really want to kill any of those girls. Jude's kind of bitchy sometimes, but ... and anyway, he's sort of distracted by Tavros.]

Marry Xion, fuck Jude, kill Fef. Hey. [reaching out one long leg to lightly poke Tavros in the thigh with his toe] Bro. Bro. Say 'fuck' again.

[Tavros shrinks down slightly in his seat, eyes widening a little.]

U-uhh...F-f-fuck...! [And he can't help but giggle.]

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[Gamzee grins warmly at him, then leans over to refill his glass, even though it's not empty yet.] Ain't you about the most tastysweet adorable thing motherfuckin' ever?

[Karkat rolled his eyes vaguely at the display, mumbling 'get a fucking room' under his breath. Or at least he thought it was under his breath. He rubbed his head. This one was going to be hard.]

Marry Feferi, fuck Xion...kill Jude. [Sorry, surrogate sis, but that would be awkward.]

[His cheeks definitely didn't go pink at Gamzee's compliment at all and he doesn't giggle a little more as he goes to drink his newly refilled cup. Also he doesn't choke again upon hearing Karkat's remark.]

I- no, uh... We're in, um, a room, Karkat! Silly -cough- goose... A-Anyway, uh... Gamzee wins, I think. Because you, uh... can't do that to Xion, she's... uh. I don't think she'd like it!

[Gamzee clasped his hands over his head, shaking them wildly in a gesture of triumph, grinning like an idiot, then adding, slyly to Karkat-] You sure be thinking about a lot of dirty things today, my brother.

[Anyway, that means it's his turn!]

All right, motherfuckers, get your listen on for this: Egbert, Prof. Onikous, or motherfuckin' me? [sniggers at his own obvious hilarity]

[Karkat's face flushes bright red as he draws a leg up to rest his foot on the side of the bed, hunching his shoulders. He could blame it on the alcohol, but that wouldn't be telling the truth. He was jealous of the way they were acting, and it put a bit of a damper on his already sour and fucked up mood.]

Marry Egbert, cliff my weirdo uncle...[He took a deep sigh.] ...Fuck you.

[Tavros shifts uncomfortably, letting out a nervous giggle again. Why was he so giggly anyway? His cheeks turn pinker as he realizes that he's been giggling so much and he coughs to make himself stop.]

U-Uh... Um. [Nervous swallow- and his throat is entirely too dry, so he wets it with a little of the booze.] Uhhh... I-I guess, kill the Professor... Um. Uh. I don't, uh...I- I guess, m-marry John and... and...fuck you, Gamzee...

[His face is so red. SO RED.]

[Gamzee crows with utter delight, actually getting up to dance on the table, this time, and very nearly knocking the bottle of vodka over. He's had enough time to get well and truly lit, now, the alcohol burning through his system in wonderful waves.]

Hell yeah! I got me all my fine bitches in the house~ [And laughing again, he jumps down and dances around Tavros's chair, stopping in front of it, and bending over, bracing his hands on the arms and staring at the Hufflepuff from only a few inches away.] That is if I don't be losing you all to the motherfuckin' pokey for killing a prof, or to a deathmatch for the motherfuckin' hand of Egbert.

[This time when he kisses Tavros, it's right on the corner of the mouth, and then he's dancing away again, over to Karkat, and without even asking permission, he scoops the smaller boy up in his arms, bridestyle, spins him around, then flops back on the bed so the Gryffindor's basically splayed across his lap.]

[Karkat just stared as the older Slytherin got up fully onto the table. It wasn't like he hadn't seen Gamzee do weird shit like that before. What he hadn't been expecting was for his heart to drop even further into the pit of his stomach when Gamzee leaned down to kiss Tavros. His stomach twisted up in a knot with the alcohol and nicotine he'd consumed in the last hour and he looked away.

That was why he hadn't been expecting Gamzee to pick him up bridal-style from his place on the bed and spin him around. Karkat let out a terrified shriek, before his friend let them both drop to the bed, his face hitting Gamzee's chest with a small thump.]

Don't fucking do that!

[Tavros was laughing when Gamzee got up on the table, and he even clapped a little- a mistake, because he sloshed a little of his drink out before realizing, and almost burnt himself with his cigarette, which was just about burnt out.

But he let out a squeak when Gamzee kissed him. When he pulled back, Tavros brought his hand up to cup the area, his eyes absolutely wide and his cheeks turning even more red. It tingled. Just like his ear had, it was definitely tingling. He let out a nervous little laugh, averting his gaze and bringing the cup up to take a hefty swig, as a result he missed seeing Gamzee pick Karkat up. They were already sitting down when Tavros looked up at Karkat's angry voice. His nervous laugh turned into a more lighthearted one, because they looked pretty amusing and his embarrassment from Gamzee kissing him was fading fast.

He brought the cigarette up to his mouth and took the last puff out of it, before putting it out on one of his armrests- wait, why had he done that? That was careless. Oh well.]

Uhhh, I thiiink that game was getting a little, boring. We should play somethin' else, like...uh... [He brings a finger to his chin, thinking hard to figure out a game that would be appropriate. Oh, one definitely came to mind! It wasn't bad at all. He'd seen it in a funny movie once, it was pretty innocent.] I know, we can play truth or, uh, dare!

[Gamzee is still laughing, little honks and giggles escaping his mouth at odd intervals. He gathers Karkat up more fully onto his lap, and wraps his arms around the other boy, immediately feeling more at peace with the world, and strokes the Gryffindor's hair fondly, as he nuzzle lazily at his neck.]

Too late, motherfucker, I already been and done it! [murmurs to his friend, still grinning, then looks up at Tavros, eyebrows raised] Well, hell, I guess Karkat here ain't the only one all getting his dirty on in this shack. I vote yes!

[He flushed angrily and straddled Gamzee's waist due to being unable to escape the other's arms. He drew his knees up a little, fisting his hand into the taller boy's shirt for something to hold onto with a small pout that he definitely didn't mean to be a pout.]

I'm not getting my dirty on. [And by that he means yes, of course truth or dare was acceptable.]

Oh, uh... No, I'm not either- it's not... Oh, uh, anyway! Yeah, let's... Okay! Uhhh, Gamzee, truth or dare?

[Well, Gamzee's pretty happy with his best motherfuckin' bro cuddled in his lap, and looking at his unrequited crush, and a dare might mean he has to move, so ... ]

Hit me with that motherfuckin' truth!

[Tavros has to really think about the question, because he has no idea what to even ask. So finally he just decides to be a little silly, and it's not a very serious question.]

Uhhh, who do you like more, me or Karkat? Heheh....!

[But Gamzee blinks, and is quiet for a long moment, thinking about it. That's a hard question ... he doesn't tend to think of people in terms like that, more or less, who is he more fond of? And it's hard to compare these two, too, they're both so incredibly important in his life.]

I can't motherfuckin' say ... [slowly] Because I like you both about as much as any one motherfucker could, you know? But, like, in different ways. Because you both need to be liked in different motherfuckin' ways, I think. Like ... Karkat, he needs a dude to be strong and all up and get his listen on, you know? Because he's got so much shit to say. He needs to know a motherfucker's got his back, but he can mostly take care of his own self, except against his own self, you know?" He's like his own worst motherfuckin' enemy, and I'm the bro what's gonna stand in the way between himselves! And I kind of love him for that, you know? For what an amazing motherfucker he's gonna be when he gets together with himself and they stop all the fighting.

And, like, you, you need someone to be all liking you for just who you are, period. Because some motherfucker somewhere told you what you was ain't no good, and you just believed it, because you get your believe on about a lot of shit. So you gotta have a bro what stands between you and the rest of those haters what are blind and ignorant and don't see that you can fly. And that's me, too, I'll do that! And I love you for that, for your mind what can believe in all the good things in the world and all the miracles, even with motherfuckers trying to take you down!

But I can't pick which one is best, because my heart is all up and full of both of y'all. There ain't no measurin' that shit, it just is.

[Gamzee probably felt Karkat tense up in his lap at Tavros's question. His week had already been shitty enough, he didn't need to know his best friend preferred someone else over him. He was about to push himself off of Gamzee's lap and head back to the school to turn himself in before the taller Slytherin spoke.

His shoulders hunched a little as he buried his face into the front of his hoodie. His head was buzzing with alcohol but he was pretty sure he knew what Gamzee thought of him. His face flushed a deeper red, his heart thumping in his ears. The class clown had just told him that he needed to grow up. That really told him he was a fucking screw up.

He didn't make any noise, just glanced away.]

[Tavros stared down at the floor as Gamzee spoke, a lump forming in his throat because Gamzee's words words were getting to him- in a good way. By the time he was done, he felt himself tearing up.]

O-oh...I... [He wiped at his eye.] ...Can I have a hug?

[Gamzee doesn't know that Karkat's taken his words completely the wrong way - he often gets this way when he seems to be touched, too, so he just gently maneuvers the smaller boy, kissing his temple lightly, then gets up to give Tavros the requested hug, leaning over and wrapping his long arms around the Hufflepuff and squeezing him tightly. The Slytherin smells of alcohol and cigarettes and artificial grape flavor, and also of teenage boy, all of which gets wrapped around Tavros with Gamzee's arms.]

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