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NaH, mOtHeRfUcKeR, hIs IdEaS aRe ThE bItChTiTs!
YoU sHoUlD aLl Be OpEnInG tHeM hEaR dUcTs To GeT tHe ScOoP!
aNd YoU aIn'T iN nO tRoUbLe, ArE yOu?
Do YoU hAvE tO dO mOtHeRfUcKiN dEtEnTiOn?
CaUsE i CaN bRiNg YoU a SaNdWiCh If YoU wAnT!

D --> This goes beyond sch001, Gamzee
D --> Not everything is so simple and carefree as you like to think it is
D --> I can only imagine what it's like, to be an idiot like you with no awareness of the world around you
D --> With no parents to tell you you need to do better when you're already achieving top mar%
D --> No beliefs to uphold that you're not even sure are right, but Gods above help you if they're wrong because then what do you do
D --> I could go on but I doubt you even understand the magnitude of what I'm saying
D --> And I shouldn't even be saying it in the first place, just 100k how 100se I've become in these past three years
D --> Perhaps I should just confess my shame to Father and a%cept whatever punishment he reigns down upon me
D --> Only then could I possibly be rid of this taint

DaMn, My BrOtHeR, tHaT sOuNdS lIkE sEvEn KiNdS oF hArSh.
I'm SoRrY yOu GoT tHaT sHiT hAnGiNg OvEr YoUr NuG.
yOu Be RiGhT aBoUt OnE tHiNg, I sUrElY aIn'T kNoWiNg WhAt ThAt Is AlL uP aNd LiKe.
YoU wAnNa HaNg WiTh A mOtHeRfUcKeR?
sOuNdS lIkE yOu Be HaViN tHe NeEd To Be GeTtInG sOmE uNcOnDiTiOnAl PoSiTiVe ReGaRd DiReCtEd At YoUr OwN sElF.
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Edited 2012-04-21 10:39 (UTC)

D --> God, I hate you
D --> Yes
D --> Fine
D --> Not that it'll make anything better
D --> But I doubt it can make anything worse

WhErE dO yOuR fInE sElF bE aT?

D --> My dorm
D --> The common room is mostly empty
D --> I'll let you in

SwEeTnEsS!

[And Gamzee will amble on down that direction and wait patiently to be let in. He may be one of the few students who seems to be welcome by at least one or two people in every common room.]

[And it is fairly empty, like Equius said. The 3rd year boy's dorm even more so. Most of them are probably in the library. That is a Ravenclaw's second common room, after all.]

Makara. [He bows his head as he holds the door open for the other boy, then turns to head back up to his dorm]

Hey, bro. [Gamzee follows gamely enough, though when they get up to the dorm room, he automatically slings one long arm around the other boy's shoulders in a show of solidarity.] Really am glad to have you back.

[Equius tenses the moment Gamzee's arm goes around him, but after a second he takes a deep breath and forces himself to relax. Physical contact is sort of unavoidable with the other boy]

I can't imagine why. It's not as if I'm nice to you.

Yeah, but you don't mean none of that other shit. [smiling] Not really. You're like Karkat, you just got a lot of wordy nonsense what's gotta come out of your squawk gaper, but really ain't none of that what's important to you. You got other dreams.

[He squeezes the younger boy cheerfully.] Now lay it on a brother - what be all happening with you over the hols?

Do not compare me to him. [he snaps, pushing Gamzee away and moving over to his bed. Sitting on the edge, he shrugs one should at the question, reaching up to absently play with his hair.]

Nothing. Nothing worth talking about, anyway. A lot of family, a lot of fake smiles and saying nothing unless I was directly addressed. The usual.

[Gamzee has a way of sort of flowing whenever he's shoved or pushed, kind of like a cat, just sort of going with the motion but never seemed to take the brunt of the force. Maybe that's why he never seems to take offense at the sort of thing - all it does is encourage him to de-attach, though he does come and sit down on Equius's bed, too, pulling a knee up to his chest.]

You could come home with me next time, if you all be wanting to? [Gamzee invites, though he doubts the Ravenclaw will take him up on it. He probably wouldn't even be allowed - his father is a Muggle, after all.] I ain't got hardly no family, and my da don't smile much of ever, so he don't be all caring if anyone else does, either.

[He shakes his head, though, deep inside, he wouldn't mind having the freedom to go as he chooses]

The next break is the summer holidays. Father will want to take me on a hunting expedition in the forest, and Mother will want new paintings for when it's her turn to host the social gatherings, at which I'll be expected to make an appearance. Maybe, if I'm very well behaved, I could arrange a visit while she is out touring, but I can make no promises.

That'd be cool. I mean, if you can motherfuckin' make it. It gets all up in the stillness and onliness department in the summer, sometimes. So you like doing all that shit? Like, going out in all them trees and killin' shit?

[he shrugs one shoulder] It's okay. We ride the horses out, so I do enjoy that part. Mostly, I just keep out of the way and watch. I expect that now that I'm thirteen, however, Father will want me to make a kill. It is a natural part of life, though. Kill or be killed. And it isn't like we hunt just for the thrill.

[It was, after all, the only time he ate meat.]

Yeah, I guess so. [The taller boy cocks his head to one side, considering it. He's never killed anything except fish, and that wasn't exactly thrilling, but it wasn't bad, either. It just kind of was. Not the way he felt sometimes when he hit another person square in the face which was way more than thrilling, when he was really mad.] Except ain't nothin' trying to kill you, is there?

[Gamzee only has the vaguest idea of how hunting works. He guesses if someone was hunting lions, that would definitely be a kill or be killed situation, but he doesn't know what the Zahhak's go after.]

Well, not what we're hunting, but yes, there are many dangerous things in the forest. Trolls, mostly. But we know where they are, so it's really not that big of a deal.

[He shrugs again. It was one of those things his father felt made a man, so he went along with it. It was one of his duties as the heir of the household.]

But what do you all like to be up and doing? [Gamzee can guess. Riding the horses!]

It doesn't matter. [And no one seems to get that, no matter how much he says it. He completely accepts his duty as the heir, and is perfectly okay with giving up his desires for his parents'. It was simply a fact of his life, and would always be that way. The less people asked what he want, the easier it would be all around]

[If only because he didn't know what he wanted]

Anyway, the Easter holiday is over with, and there is some time before the summer holiday begins. It is senseless to dwell on what I have no control over.

[Gamzee reaches out one long arm an curls a bit of Equius's hair around his finger, the way he's wont to do when he's thinking around the other boy.] You don't ever be getting all up and sad or motherfuckin' lonely out there?

[Most of the tension left Equius's frame the moment Gamzee's hand touched his hair. It wasn't an unusual reaction; he didn't know what it was, but he couldn't help but relax when it was played with, although Gamzee was by far the one who played with it the most.]

[Letting out a sigh, he pushes himself back on the bed until he's sitting next to the older boy, hands folded into his lap.]

I'm quite used to being alone, Gamzee. It is hardly something I consider a hardship. I have plenty of things to keep me occupied, and sometimes, the sons and daughters from Mother's social group come along, and it is my task to entertain them. A pureblood's life is not like that of a muggleborn, or even a halfblood, and no one understands that. I feel like I am on a whole new world here, and I don't know what to do. I really do not.

[Gamzee takes the movement as an invitation to happily card his fingers through the other boy's thick black locks.]

It surely do be different from home. [agrees] All these people up in everyone else's business and all acting weird and shit. Not gonna lie to you brother, shit be confusing sometimes.

[The Slytherin likes the bustle, but then he doesn't like being alone much. He's alone too much of the time at home. But the social mores and little traps set here catch him unawares a lot of the time, and leave him floundering in a sea of incomprehension.] But you ain't being the only purebred all up in this castle; ain't none of the other ones get what it's like?

Edited 2012-04-22 08:14 (UTC)

[Equius lets out a loud, long, exasperated sigh. Possibly to mask the pleased noises he wants to make because of the fingers in his hair, but it is very loud and exasperated.]

It doesn't matter if they get it or not, Gamzee. You don't talk about feelings to just anybody, especially not other purebloods. Really, you ought to not talk about much more than the weather and the latest gossip, or classes, in this case. Really, I'm only telling you because you're just as like to forget it, or you won't understand it exactly at all. I hate you, but all things considered, you're... safe.

I know. [serenely] I gots all them secrets up in my nug, locked up tight as a motherfuckin' pastor's arsehole.

[He combs his fingers through Equius's hair in long, languid strokes, starting at his temples and then sweeping backwards, silent for a long few moments.] So what is the upness with you and my Tavbro?