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..why was Gamzee smiling like that all of a sudden? It makes the half-Italian's face color ever so slightly too. Kanaya has told him that piles are a 'thing' for trolls, but that's basically all he knows on the subject so he has no idea that his decision to sit down in one signify anything.

''Why the hell where you trying to carry him anyway?!'' Yup, still trying to make some sense of it all. And for the next question.. He's not sure if he even wants to know the answer, but he still has to ask. ''..what did you do with his head?''

Black.. Damn, so his theory had been right after all. ''Idiot..'' The teen sighs. ''That jerk got a kick out of messing with people; just try to appreciate the fact that he's finally gone.'' Gokudera fist his hand and scowls at nothing in particular as he thinks of the older man; Medic has already pretty much broken Andrea, and he doesn't want to see Gamzee suffer like that too. ''I hope he's dead as a doornail. No, scratch that; the wacko actually looked forward to dying for real.. I hope he burns in hell!''

Oh, he does notice that color. He always notices color. It takes a second to click that it's a faint blush, and he has no idea why that makes his heart up and do a little skip in his chest. He does squirm a little, getting just the tiniest amount closer. But he still doesn't really understand those feelings up in him so it stalls him out from anything more.

"So I could be up and knowing at when he was coming back. And to be practicing telling at him all the salty things I was up and kicking around in my thought nub." And...another reason that he can't quite put into words. The urge was there so he did it. He doesn't understand the urge to collect yet, or why he even has such an urge, or really even what to do with it.

It takes him a while to parse the question afterwards, lost in trying to figure his own self out. "Not a motherfucking clue, brother. Up and got itself all hiding on me. Got some thinks that maybe Linda got all after it."

And then his heart is suddenly beating even faster with a rush of good feelings. He doesn't understand exactly why Gokudera's words make him feel like that, but he likes it. Gokudera is angry on his account and... and what? Motherfuck feelings are weird. Gamzee ducks his head a little and then looks up through the forest of his messy hair--he's blushing harder now, enough to lend color through the white paint and really stand out on his ears.

"Got this brother's agreement up in here."

It's such a tiny amount so Gokudera doesn't really notice that Gamzee has gotten closer.

''Right..'' A somewhat disturbing logic perhaps, but at least it makes a bit more sense now. ''I don't suppose you're dense enough to loose something like that so it must have been Linda.'' Have a grim smile. ''Sure, his body was weird as fuck with the blasted regeneration abilities and such, but I seriously doubt that his head was capable of walking of on its own.''

He blinks, surprised that the troll is already back to his usual chill self. Well, mostly anyhow. ''..good.'' He can't be any worse so Gokudera takes a deep breath and tries to calm down too. That's when he finally notice the change of color on Gamzee's face; it looked like the other was.. blushing? But why? He hadn't said anything strange, had he? Maybe the troll was ill.. Really, that wouldn't surprise him the slightest; Gamzee didn't exactly look like the picture of good health on regular basis, and today was no exception. ''The whole Medic shit aside.. are you feeling alright?'' The teen run a hand through his silver hair, feeling somewhat silly for asking such a question, but it was necessary since the idiot surely was crap at taking care of himself as usual.

Gokudera isn't sure what he's feeling for Gamzee either, but he certainly does care about the troll; their interactions in Carriero have pretty much been positive so he enjoys hanging out with the other, and have a tendency to worry whenever Gamzee end up in some sort of trouble.

Edited 2012-09-04 22:44 (UTC)

That question-- He's completely distracted from Medic in an instant. As he absorbs it, his eyes are wide, but then he smiles, feeling pleasant and almost light. Gokudera's up and being a good human. One that maybe won't be up and taking the good feels away when Gamzee starts to get his expect on for them.

Gamzee nods at the question, but his spoken answer is more truthful. The blush doesn't fade, and he worries at his lip with his sharp teeth as well. "Got to be telling at you, brother, that I'm not. Got some sick up with its claws dragging in me."

There was that smile again.. It's certainly nice to see Gamzee cheer up, but it also makes him feel a bit embarrassed; he should have phrased that question differently in order to come of as more cool instead of concerned. Gokudera looks away for a moment, trying to hide that he's blushing slightly again, but Gamzee will probably notice it anyway.

''I thought as much'' the teen frowns as he shifts slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position on the pile. ''It's no wonder you get sick if you just stay holed up in your room all day. That's what you usually do, right?'' ~~When not stalking people, writing bloody messages or beheading dead Medics, that is.~~ ''I assume you don't eat much either.'' Gokudera is pretty skinny himself, but probably not as thin as Gamzee. There's a small pause before he adds ''..you should keep your strength up; we must be ready to fight if Linda fucks up at some point.'' That isn't the only reason of course, but hell if he's actually going to outright admit that he's worried about the other.

He notices and it stretches his smile out more. He looks almost blissful as he shuffles his way closer. He doesn't know what all is up in his pan or making his pumpbiscuit get a little dance on up against his ribs but it's the best feeling he's all up and had since he arrived here. He can't let it go. Won't. He'll figure what all the good feels are being and he'll-- He doesn't motherfucking know.

"Got that sick up and with its graspers digging all through my digestion sack." Karkat was always telling him to eat more... Gamzee takes a breath. "Know this brother has to be getting his eat on, just..."

''We'll fix it somehow.'' He tries to sound confident; basic first-aid was one thing, but diagnosing and treating diseases was way beyond his line of expertise. That, and then there was the issue of different biologies with Gamzee being a troll and all. Still, he has to give it a try. ''Just what? But yeah, starving yourself is definitely not going to make you feel better.''

..had Gamzee moved closer? Ah well, that makes it all the more convenient for Gokudera to reach out his hand and attempt to put it on the troll's forehead in order to determine if the other has a fever or not. ''You know, you're smiling hell of a lot for being sick.. You better not be messing with me.''

His head dips down and then presses up against Gokudera's hand, like an uncertain kitten warming up to the idea of being petted. Honestly, he probably feels a bit cool to a human, but he does indeed have a slight fever. It's just that as an indigo, his normal temperature is pretty chilly in comparison.

"Hard to get my remember on when no body is being up with all the salty reminders what for doing it." He's unaware of the little pause that turns nobody into no body, and there's a tinge of sadness slipping into his voice, but the smile stays, because the good feelings aren't getting no kind of leaving on, especially at that touch.

"Not messing with you up in any way, but the good feels you're all giving at me make the sick up and creep itself back a bit."

With that he definitely shuffles another inch closer, posture open and fighting between tension and relaxation. His hands uncurl, so that they're flat and palm up and he brings his legs in a bit as if to appear smaller. At the same time his chin tips up a bit, allowing his throat to show--an implicit act of trust in a boy who lived in a world where showing vulnerabilities was usually a death sentence.

That makes him smile briefly in spite of himself; the teen is pretty fond of cats so he finds Gamzee's 'headbut' to be somewhat cute. ''..doesn't seem like you have a fever at least'' he mumbles as he removes his hand, hoping that Gamzee didn't notice his earlier reaction. ''You're more cool than warm at any rate.''

''Someone got to remind you that you have to eat?!'' Have an incredulous stare. ''God, you're hopeless..'' And then a sigh. ''I'll just have to drag your sorry ass of to dinner every once in a while then.'' Really, that wasn't such a bad deal for his part either come to think of it; he was getting along pretty well with the troll, and having some company in the cafeteria from time to time could be nice.

''Well.. great.'' The comment makes him feel somewhat embarrassed, but it's nice to know that Gamzee is doing a bit better. ''Piles should have some sort of backrest'' the half-Italian idly remarks as he pulls up one knee close to his chest and leans back slightly while using his arms for support; the troll's open posture unconsciously inspires him to ease up more too.

Oh but he did notice, and he basks in the feelings it inspires. It doesn't occur to him to mention that he'd feel cool to the human no matter what because to him it's common knowledge and he's too busy wishing that warmth would come back, even if it verges on uncomfortable right now, instead of snuggly.

"Slime, brother, is up to filling up a troll's digestion sack good. Don't got no hunger kicking up in me most nights. Or it's got its upset on." And sometimes he would forget on purpose for the attention.

"I'd be wicked full of bitchtits mirth to get my share on of dinner with you, brother. Even put my pan all up to its fullest to remember."

And then Gokudera remarks on the state of the pile and Gamzee starts industriously (or...an attempt at industrious, anyway) push and nudge at the pile so that Gokudera can get his relax on proper. It's not the most fruitful attempt, but he does try.

''I still don't get how you can eat that disgusting stuff..'' the teen grimaces as he glances towards Gamzee's recuperacoon. ''Have you considered cutting back on it?'' Gokudera pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and absentmindedly rolls it between his thin pianist fingers while talking; he knows how it's like to be addicted to something. ''But yeah, dinner it is.''

He observes as Gamzee works for a while before speaking up. ''Che, it's fine; just leave it be.'' The troll's efforts didn't really help much after all, but it's a little bit more comfortable now at least.

"All up to putting the rot down on my pan, I motherfucking know." And part of him knows that he should stop. Needs to. But it hurts, and keeping it up hurts and honestly, everything motherfucking hurts right now.

The thoughts make him curl a bit, and when he looks up his expression is serious and almost open--some of that confusion and pain shows though, at least. "Not got to be at eating much since the kitchen up and disappeared itself. It..."

A pause, a breath, and he can't keep the smile going. "...hurts."

''Still, that's good I suppose.. that you're not eating so much slime anymore, I mean.'' Seeing Gamzee in this state is troubling, but he doesn't really know what to do about it. ''Say that the green goo of yours is comparable to Earth drugs.. Quitting will be bothersome and painful, but you should feel better in the long run.'' He looks down at his cigarette. ''Smoking tobacco is far from the worst sort of drug, but I plan to cut down or quit if.. when I get back home.''

He peers over at the cigarette for a moment or two and then quick as anything snatches it up to take a closer look at it.

"This is up to being your slime, brother?" He sniffs at it and tumbles it over his fingers--for as much as it looks like it'll fall at any moment somehow he saves each fumble at the last moment. "Not sure how it's up to being better without."

Gokudera blinks in surprise as Gamzee grabs his cigarette; damn, the troll was fast!

''Hey, be careful with that; I can only get a set amount of them each day from the vending machine!'' The mafioso looks somewhat annoyed as he attempts to snatch it back. ''Smoking has a few inconvenient side effects, and heightens the risk of getting cancer I suppose, but it doesn't mess with my mind or anything so it's surely harmless compared to troll slime anyhow.''

He gives it back, looking sheepish. "Sorry. But brother's up and got some understanding all on in here, from what all you're telling at me. Sopor's not being good for me; got that think all anchored up in here. Could be up and saying at you all kinds of good things what it does, but comes down to being I got the want of it so bad it hurts."

And he lets that just fade out, but he levels a steady look at Gokudera.

''Che, it's fine.'' Gokudera gives the cigarette a longing stare before finally tucking it back into his pocket; he couldn't really fire up a smoke while giving Gamzee tips in regards to cutting down on drugs so that would have to wait. ''Try not to think about it; focus on something else. There's basically nothing to do in here though so I know it's hard, but it might work. Like.. practice your juggling, or do some other thing you like, or want to get better at; everyone needs some way of killing time in this blasted place so why not do something useful while you're at it?'' He shrugs.

"Been getting my wicked practice all on, brother. All down with that." There's an obvious but hanging unsaid there. It's hard to focus most of the time, especially when his whole body is up and screaming for sopor.

After a moment or two he looks up, not quite shy, but definitely strongly interested in Gokudera would say. "You got some ideas up for me?"

''I don't know what you like to do besides juggling, drawing and baking pies.. and the last isn't even a possibility.'' He sighs, leans backwards until his back connects with the pile underneath, and stares up into the ceiling. ''I prefer doing things that require great concentration, or physical stuff, when there's something I don't want to think about.. I suppose you could go swimming if the pool is fixed, or try out some stuff in the gym? When you feel less crappy, that is.'' Green eyes shifts to Gamzee then as he wonders if he is of any help to the troll at all; giving advice in regards to health issues certainly isn't his forte.

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