sortinghat_logs | ~Forest of Depression~

[Karkat wanted to say no, he couldn't have a fucking hug because he was comfortable where he was, but when Gamzee moves him off his lap, he pulls his knees up to his chin, wrapping his arms around them. He keeps his face hidden in his hoodie as he looks down at the floor, light rust-coloured eyes staring at nothing.]

[Tavros lets out a satisfied little hum as Gamzee hugs him, and he wraps his arms around his best bro. When he opens his eyes though, he sees Karkat behind Gamzee, looking sad. Nooo, that wasn't allowed to be a thing. That was far from being allowed to be a thing. Once he's done hugging Gamzee, he pulls away and wheels over to Karkat.]

Uhhh, hey... that's not what we, uh, came here for! You need to, be happy! [And then he throws him arms around Karkat, careful not to slosh any booze on him. And then, to make it even better, he motions for Gamzee to come over. It was totally group hug time now, that was a thing that needed to happen, Tavros thought.]

Edited 2012-03-24 06:32 (UTC)

[Damn if that wasn't the best idea Gamzee's heard in while. He immediately snakes himself around the diminutive Gryffidor, wrapping his arms around him from the back, and his legs, too, for good measure, so that Karkat's sandwiched between the two of them. Then he plants a soft kiss right on the nape of Karkat's neck, above his hood.]

What's getting your harsh on, my brother? [murmurs softly in the other boy's ear]

[Their reactions kind of make him balk a little. He makes a move to back away a little from Tavros before he's sandwiched between him and Gamzee. He shouldn't really be surprised, and he immediately kicks himself for thinking anything different. Even a little sloshed, Karkat knows that if possible these two are the only ones who don't hate him right now. He tilts his head to the side, subconsciously giving Gamzee free range at his neck without knowing he did it.]

It's nothing.

[Group hugs were wonderful. They were definitely one of Tavros's favourite things, and he did not get to do them often! So this was pretty fantastic. At Karkat's words, Tavros rubs his back comfortingly. When his hand went a bit higher than he intended, going up to Karkat's hair, he twirls a finger in it without even fully realizing he's doing it as he speaks.]

No, no, you should, uh, tell us! So we can make it, better and stuff, because... we're, uh, friends! And we're here to make stuff better!

What a brother has just all up and said. [Gamzee agrees solemnly, using his arms around Karkat to give Tavros's shoulder a little squeeze. This was like the best motherfuckin' cuddle pile ever. So he can probably be excused for the happy way he's nuzzling at Karkat's neck, breathing in the comforting smell of him in long, slow breaths, letting his lips follow a little. Because he knows Karkat doesn't want to make out with him, but it doesn't count if it's on the lips, right? Bros can totally kiss each other other places, that's just friendly.]

[He was kind of used to Gamzee's weird kissing tendencies by now that it never crossed his mind that it might be stranger to others. Hell, they'd even kissed before so it wasn't like Gamzee had never seen him differently. Besides, it was only gay if balls touched. He gives a small grumble before shifting so his legs were a little open, just in case Tavros wanted to crawl onto the bed or something.]

Everyone hates me.

[Tavros had found himself snuggling into Karkat a little more than was probably necessary for group hugs, but it was impossible not to, because group hugs were just that good. And he didn't really notice Gamzee doing anything, because his attention was focused solely on Karkat at that moment. He noticed Karkat shift, and the space he made suddenly looked pretty inviting. With a little difficulty, making sure not to spill booze anywhere, he moved onto it, and then froze at Karkat's words.]

That's, uh... really silly! Nobody hates you- especially, uh, not us! And me, because... haha, you punched Strider. And that makes you, uh, really awesome.

You know it ain't motherfuckin' everyone, because there are two mothefuckers right here who think you're the bitchtits. [Gamzee agrees, fingers moving soothingly through the Gryffindor's hair.] So who all is it that you're thinking is hating you, and why do they even matter?

[The snuggling was almost nice. It wasn't very often Karkat snuggled by choice, and even with this he'd been sandwiched before he could protest. He reached to take Tavros's booze from him before he could spill it over the musty bed, pushing himself back against Gamzee in the process. He blinked at the awesome comment, a small flush covering his cheeks, glancing down at the Hufflepuff's glass still in his hands. He really, really doesn't want to say her name.]

You know who.

[Yeah. Yeah, he knew who. He takes the glass back from Karkat perhaps a little too hastily, and ends up spilling a little of it down the front of his shirt. Oh well, who cared? He drained the rest of it in a near single gulp.]

Ugh...Why d'you even- uh, no... Stop. Stop, stop, st-stop. [He snuggles up against Karkat, surprisingly gently considering how much he did not want to talk about her. Because maybe enough cuddles would make her go away for once.] Pleeeease?

[Gamzee's hand keeps stroking gently through Karkat's hair, smoothing it back from his forehead, from his ears.] Any motherfucker, lady or dude, who doesn't know what a motherfuckin' treasure you are is an idiot.

[His voice was soft, but firm - Gamzee sounding serious, for once.] And ain't worth your time, even if dumb motherfuckers who say they're your best friends tell you different. [Yeah, he still feels ... pretty shitty about that.] But none of those ladies and dudes is here right now. That's why we're here, right? To get away from that shit.

[With Tavros snuggling up to him like one of his aunt's fucking cats and Gamzee's fingers running through his hair, Karkat closes his eyes for a little bit, sighing deeply in agreement. They were here to get away from that, and he was the shittiest person for bringing that up again. So instead he grins, deciding to change the subject.]

I managed to bribe smuppets from Strider's brother. [well bribe was putting it loosely] Guess who's going to be pelting them at him?

[Tavros sighs contentedly.] Gam's, uh, right... she's dumb... [At this point, he barely even realizes what he's just said, but that's all he had to say on the matter anymore, and he lets out a laugh at Karkat's comment.]

Oooh, uh, really? Oh can I have one, because I want to, uh, throw it at him... [He pauses as he brings the cup back to his lips for a drink- oh wait, he was out. Darn it.] Heeey, uh, what about our game? Gamzee, I uh, dare you to get me s'more.

[Gamzee blinks, and then frowns. He really doesn't want to untangle from Karkat right now, but if he's being dared, he supposes he has to. Maybe if he just ... sinks down in the bed and reaches out with his foot ... a bit farther ... just a little more ...

The Slytherin ends up with his arms around Karkat's waist, his face buried in the younger boy's hip, and the toe of his shoe nudgin gthe vodka bottle just hard enough that it falls on the floor. Luckily for them, it being terribly cheap liquor, the bottle's plastic, and it hits the floor and rolls towards the bed, while Gamzee honks in triumph.]

[Karkat lifts his arm when he feels Gamzee start to slip down alongside him, watching him tip the vodka onto the floor. He remembered his own cup was a bit empty looking and picked it up from where he'd placed it on the bed, grinning a bit.]

Hit me up too. And sure, man. I think his bro was planning on sending me a fuckton anyway.

[Tavros giggles at Gamzee's attempts to get the vodka. He didn't realize Gamzee would be so reluctant to get up, but either way it's definitely amusing. Once Gamzee has it, he holds out his cup eagerly.]

I think, uh, a fuckton of puppets is, uh, exaaactly what he needs, yep. Right in the fffface. [He is either drawing it out for emphasis, or slurring. You just can't tell anymore.]

Man, puppets are the tits. [declares, as he finally retrieves the vodka and pours for both Karkat and Tavros, before just drinking straight out of the bottle himself, climbing back onto the bed and settling his back up against Karkat's side, so he's not really looking at either of them.] Why the hell would you throw them at a bulgemuncher like Strider?

Because he hates them. [Karkat let himself settle back against Gamzee again before taking a swig of his drink, head tilting back against the taller Slytherin's shoulder in the process.] You live with a guy for three years, you get to know the fucking asshole.

[For lack of a position of his own, after having a few swallows from his newly refilled cup, Tavros shifts so that he can lay on Karkat's chest. With his booze-clouded mind, this didn't seem like a bad idea at all. Especially not after the cuddle puddle.]

I don't, uhh, even get how you can live with him! He's such a...a... thing, that I can't even, uh, think of right now. But it's a thing that is, um, definitely bad!

He's a dead motherfucker. [flatly] Dead motherfucker still walkin' around like he don't even know how up in that dead zone he is.

[Karkat reaches up to place his hand on Gamzee's cheek, papping him as he grinned a little bit sourly at Tavros.]

Egbert's been sleeping between the two of us since first year when Strider tipped apple juice onto my bed while I was sleeping.

Edited 2012-03-25 01:36 (UTC)

[Tavros is suddenly hung up over Gamzee's words, and he doesn't really hear Karkat's.]

Whoa, uh, wait... he's dead? I mean, you're going to, uh, kill him?

[The older boy's shoulders relax slightly as Karkat touches his cheek, leaning into the hand and half closing his eyes, briefly nuzzle against the Gryffindor's palm.]

Mmhm. Ain't nobody fucks with my boy and gets away with it.

[He glances up as Gamzee nuzzles his palm, frowning a little.]

Nobody's killing Strider.

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