Questions

[hurricanebomber]

WHO: Mainly Gamzee and Gokudera, but others are free to approach him too ^^
WHAT: Gokudera has some questions for the troll
WHERE: Corridor, Gamzee's room, cafeteria
WHEN: Backdated to shortly after Kanaya's post on the com
WARNING(S): The usual, swearing etc



Medic was gone, and it was Gamzeee who nailed the guy somehow..? Kanaya had been reluctant to talk about it so addressing the juggler directly was his only choice if he was to learn the full story on how it happened.

The other lives right across the hallway so Gokudera decides to just head over instead of using the com. ''Hey, it's me; open up'' he says after knocking a few times on Gamzee's door.

Comments

[honkalypse]

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.

[hurricanebomber]

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.

[honkalypse]

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.

[hurricanebomber]

''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.

[honkalypse]

"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."

[hurricanebomber]

''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.''

[honkalypse]

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."

[hurricanebomber]

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.''

[honkalypse]

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.

[hurricanebomber]

''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.

[honkalypse]

"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?"

[hurricanebomber]

''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.