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[rule_britannia]

[His handwriting is barely legible, as if he's shaking so badly he can barely hold the quill]

I need some help

Hes dead hes

Eriqs dead I dont know what to do

fuck

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[mo_cara]

Yeah, I ain't never seen no dead people, 'cept closed up in boxes. [Even with Arthur straightening up, he still keeps his arms loosely around the other boy.] Uh. Probably got to tell a professor, maybe Miss Mercer?

[rule_britannia]

Mercer?

[He's going to ask why, but then finds he doesn't really care, because they have to tell someone and Professor Mercer is as good a person as any. Arthur nods, and doesn't seem at all eager to move away from his friend]

I guess we ought to.. go, then.



((ooc: Timeskip to some point later and possible getting high/stoned shenans? 8D))

Gah, I meant Matteris. >.< Oh, well, chalk it up to Gamzee-ness.

[mo_cara]

[After Coulson had come, after things had been taken care of, at least as much as they were going to be that night, Gamzee sits down with Arthur in a corner of the common room. It's remarkably quiet, considering - everyone else had gone back to bed - but Gamzee doesn't feel the least bit sleepy, and he has the feeling his friend doesn't, either.

After a few quiet moments, he pulls out something from his pocket, rolled neatly in white paper.]

My fine motherfucker ... I think you need to be chillin' a little after this crazy night.

One prof is as good as any other eheh

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur doesn't think he'll be able to sleep tonight no matter how much he's managed to calm down... not after waking up that morning with a dead body in the bed next to him. Being able to speak with Eriq's ghost had helped, but.. it wasn't the same, and he's more shaken than he'd care to admit.

He looks tiredly over at Gamzee when he speaks, and flicks his gaze down to what he just pulled from his pocket]

... Gamz, do I even want to know what that is?

[mo_cara]

I dunno, do you? [Gamzee asks, but one corner of his mouth is still quirked up.] It ain't nothing big, just weed, bro.

[The younger boy takes out his wand, casually casting a couple of charms - a sort of soft whirring starts up, like a very quiet fan, and the air stirs around them. Then the lights in that corner of the common room go out, leaving them in dimness. Clearly, Gamzee's done this before.

He pulls out a lighter, then, and flicks it to light the end of the joint, taking a long, slow inhale, and then just holding the sticky smoke in his lungs for a few moments, before blowing it out in a gray-blueish stream. Then he holds out the joint to Arthur, eyebrows raised questioningly.]

[rule_britannia]

Is that even legal?

[Though the real question is, does he even care right now? He's not moving, in any case, and he glances around as Gamzee sets up a few charms around them. Well, isn't that interesting.

Arthur's never done anything like this before and it shows in the way he eyes the cigarette like it's going to bite off his hand if he takes it. After a long hesitation, he does, and his first attempt is followed by a torrent of coughing. Gross. He presses one hand to his forehead]

God, Gamzee..

[mo_cara]

Oh, yeah, it be easier if there's a bong to cool that shit off, but I ain't got one. [apologetically] Maybe just take a smaller toke to start out with? It takes some motherfuckin' practice, but it's totally worth it, and that is the straight up truth.

[rule_britannia]

[It takes him a minute to stop coughing, and a little longer for the nausea to abate, but he has to say he does feel a bit... better about things]

I don't plan on making this a habit.

[mo_cara]

That's cool, bro. [agreeably] But you can take another toke for now, if you got the itching to do it.

[sucking in some more of the sticky smoke himself, smiling as it seeps out of the corners of his mouth]