Sober!Gamzee and Karkat

YOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE!
▲: You are sat on the floor, slowly opening your eyes, looking upwards to see Gamzee Makara. His eyes are dark and haunted, a sick grin stretched across his face, and in each hand he is holding a juggling club. You don't remember much, apart from the horrible honks and his manic laughter. Lifting one hand, you feel your forehead, and when you look at your palm, you see brightly coloured blood on it. What will you do? ((Paragraph style, please?))

▼: "G-Gamzee." Karkat mutters, his breath extremely shaky at this point. He is stuck between looking up to Gamzee and down to his blood cover palm. "W-why...?" Even though not remembering much, he still asks hoping an answer would come out, but hope was long gone for him.

▲: "why motherfucking what?" His voice is soft at first, but then he narrows his eyes slightly. "WHY WOULD YOUR MOTHERFUCKING INNOCENT, DUMBASS MOIRAIL DO THIS TO POOR MOTHERFUCKING YOU?" The tall troll glares at him for a moment, before looking away.

▼: He gulps, pushing himself up slightly with his elbows. "Ga-Gamzee, tell me. Wha-what happened?" He reaches a hand out, as if to reach out to the taller troll. "T-t-tell me." He breath is no less shaky than before indicating that he was scared.

▲: The indigo blood turns his gaze back to Karkat, grabbing his wrist as the Cancer reaches out, holding his hand still. Then he bends down infront of him so their eyes are the same level. "what motherfucking happened? OH, NOT MUCH, MOTHERFUCKER. you're not as motherfucking strong as you look."

▼: Shocked eyes meet haunted ones. He starts struggle out of his grasp. Not as strong as he looks...? "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO ME?!" He shouts after mustering up the courage to. Next thing he knows his other hand is wrapped around the Capricorn's neck, shouting continuously the same question.

▲: Gamzee's eyes narrow again, and they flood with rage as Karkat' hand goes to his neck. He struggles for a moment, finding it hard to breath as the others hands are around his neck, kicking out at him to try and get him off. "MOTHERFUCKING GET OFF... mutantblood."

▼: He continues to hold on until the words echo in his head. He lets go, arm falling to his side the blood on his palm now staining Gamzee's neck. His eyes start to water up slightly as he moves his hand up to move a stray hair off the other's face. "He's gone, isn't he? My moirail, you've taken him away. Haven't you?"

▲: "YOUR MOIRAIL IS STILL HERE, BROTHER. he's just motherfucking better than ever." The Capricorn frowns slightly as Karkat moves the hair, but doesn't flinch away, just stares at his face.

▼: "Tell me then, what did you do to me? WHAT DID YOU DO?" He practically shouts again in angry more than fear. He touches his forehead again, shoving his bloody palm in the other's face. "Explain this. EXPLAIN IT!"

▲: Gamzee stumbles slightly as the other shoves his bloodied hand in his face, before chuckling darkly. "YOU MUST OF HIT YOUR HEAD OR SOMETHING. can't you remember anything, motherfucking best friend?"

▼: "Not a single fucking thing, Gamzee. Stop being so fucking vague and tell me, everything." He lowers his hand, drying it across the floor.

▲: "NOT MUCH HAPPENED, REALLY. to be honest i think i motherfucking got you by surprise." The Capricorn shifts to a more comfortable position, so he's sat cross-legged in front of the other troll, instead of bending down in front of him.

▼: "Is that all? So I suppose you tried to surprise /kill/ me. Is that what you're saying?" He pushes himself up, feeling stiff from laying down for so long.

▲: He smirks and shrugs. "IF THAT'S THE WAY YOU WANT TO PHRASE IT, THEN I MOTHERFUCKING GUESS SO." Gamzee watches him sit up, his dark eyes studying every movement that he made.

▼: Karkat finally notices his gaze and feels uncomfortable with it. "Could you fucking stop watching me like I'm some prey of something. It's creeping the fuck out of me."

▲: Gamzee lets out a soft giggle, hints of menacing deep in it. "no motherfucking way brother." He keeps his gaze fixed on the other troll as if to confirm that he meant his words.

▼: \\brb\\

▲: ((Okay))

▼: \\back\\ "Fucking fine then." He turns around, now his back facing Gamzee. He lets out a loud sigh and rubs his temples. This was going to be long. Maybe he should search around for his sickle. Just in case...

▲: ((Welcome back)) The tall troll watches him still, frowning slightly as Karkat turns his back to him, but decides not to object and just shrugs, keeping his eyes on the back of the Cancer's head instead.

▼: \\Thanks.\\ Karkat makes up his mind and stands up, now searching for his sickle. Of course he was also sick of Gamzee staring; feeling like holes were drilling into his back.

▲: ((No problem.)) Gamzee continues watching, wondering what the fuck Karkat was doing, still holding a club in each hand. Then it clicks in his think pan. He narrows his eyes slightly and stands up slowly, making sure his movements aren't too loud in a hope that the other won't hear or notice.

▼: "Fuck, fuck, fuck where is it, where is it?!" He says, trashing the room, faster and more franticly as a bad feeling starts to grow in the pit of his stomach.

▲: He takes a few silent steps closer to Karkat, moving one club to his other hand so he's holding them both in one hand, with his other free. Then, when he clears the short space between them, he quickly flashes up with his hand to grab the back of his shirt.

▼: He freezes up, letting out a sharp gasp. He didn't even find his sickle yet. He squirms at he is brought back slightly, leaning backwards. This was not good, not at all, oh gog what now. He was going to die, die painfully by the hands of his moirail.

▲: Gamzee tightens his grasp on the material, before pulling Karkat backwards towards him. When he's close enough, he lets go, but quickly wraps his arms around the Cancer's waist, holding him still. "DON'T BOTHER LOOKING FOR YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SICKLE, MOTHERFUCKER."

▼: He breath now quickly returns to it's original state when he first woke up, shaky and quick. "G-Gamzee! D-don't!" He pleads, his hands now trying to tug the arms away. "W-why not?!"

▲: "because there is no point in you needing them, brother." He smirks, keeping his arms firmly in place, tightening his grip on the smaller troll.

▼: He stops tugging, knowing there is no hope in trying any more. "W-what are you going to do now?" He tries one more time, just for luck.

▲: "OH, I DON'T KNOW YET. still motherfucking deciding. ANYTHING YOU WOULD WANT ME TO DO~?" Gamzee giggles again, not letting Karkat get away.

▼: "Let me go--!" He starts to squirm again, kicking about, followed with a rainbow of curses. "Or, just fucking get it done already, whatever you want to do, there's no fucking point in me trying anything."

▲: Gamzee moves one arm up, moving his hand to the shorter trolls forehead, pressing his fingers in the bright red blood, a smirk fixed on his face.

▼: He winces at the now arising pain and flinches from the touch. "Ow, Gamzee, fuck that hurts."

▲: He just lets out another soft giggle, a hint of insanity in it, moving his bloody fingers away from Karkat's forehead. "honk."

▼: "You are fucking insane Gamzee, what the hell are you going to do with bloody fingers." He scowls.

▲: His smirk widens slightly, and he chuckles darkly, finally releasing Karkat from his grip. "PAINT THE MOTHERFUCKING WICKED PICTURES, BROTHER."
▲: ((Damn, brb. I've gotta have my dinner. I'll be about 30 minutes, maybe more, maybe less. Will you keep the rp open?))

▼: \\Yus, it's fine.\\

▲: ((Okay, I'm back~))

▼: \\Welcome back c:\\ He moves out of arms reach, covering the wound and stumbles back, tripping on his sickle. "Fuck!" He grabs it, holding up in defence. "And then what?"
▲: ((Thanks )) Gamzee's reply was simple. "wouldn't you like to know." There was a hint of challenge in his vocie.
▲: *voice

▼: Karkat growls at his vague reply. "What are you trying to say."
▼: ?*

▲: "HAHA, NEVER MIND, MY MUTANT BLOODED BROTHER." Gamzee looks at his hand, smirking widely again, before glancing over his shoulder at the wall.

▼: He shuffles back, seeking safety in a corner, he watches as Gamzee looks over his shoulder, supposing that he was looking at his wicked pictures.

▲: Gamzee stares at the wall, silent for a moment, before fully turning his back on Karkat so he's facing the wall.

▼: Karkat starts to crawl towards the door, as quiet as he possibly could. This is could be seen as his only chance to escape from his insane friend.

▲: The Capricorn takes a few steps towards the wall, not noticing Karkat edging towards the door. Then he reaches out with one hand, pressing it firmly against the wall.

▼: "Shi--" He squeaks, freezing up for a moment afraid that Gamzee had noticed. After waiting for a few moments he confirms that he is clear to go and continues crawling.

▲: As he is too into painting the wall with Karkat's miracles, he doesn't even notice his squeak, just draws a curved line thats a ).

▼: Oh good, he almost at the door, just a bit more and he can... open the door and sprint out, well after leaving Gamzee with a "I'm sorry--!"

▲: Still not noticing, Gamzee paints a o with Karkat's blood, next to the ) so its now a )o.

▼: He stops sprinting, looking back, not seeing a Gamzee chasing after him. Was this good or bad? "Gamzee...?"

▲: The tall troll frowns slightly, hesitating and watching the bright blood dripping down the wall, before deciding to ignore Karkat, starting the eyes, completing the clown face as )o: .

▼: He doesn't even bother running any more. He turns back around and makes his way, softly opening and closing the door. He sees the picture and the Capricorn, both having the same expression. Karkat couldn't help, but feel a pang of sympathy for the troll. Without second thoughts, he wraps his arms around the taller troll's waist from behind, as a hug of some sort.

▲: Gamzee blinks, startled and nearly smearing the miraculous picture, but when he realizes its Karkat he relaxes slightly, then tightly closes his eyes. Here he was, painting pictures with his best friends blood. Oh Gog, what had he done?

▼: "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He whispers over and over again, resting his head on the other's back, not caring if he got blood on his shirt. "I'm so gog-damned sorry for fucking leaving you like that."

▲: He keeps his eyes closed, but was unable to stop a couple of pale indigo tears dripping down his cheek. "I-i shOuld bE tHe one thatS SORrY..." Gamzee mumbles, sniffing hard. "in FACT, i aM."

▼: He squeezes him softly. Sniffing softly. "I almost fucking killed you, I treat you like fucking shit and you put up with it all." He grits his teeth, trying to hold back his own tears.
▼: \\brb\\

▲: ((okay)) "LIKE aNy OF thAT maTtERs. YOu SHoUlD'VE leFt while YoU COuLD, m-my thInKPAn sTiLl fEEls FUcKeD UP."

▼: \\back\\ "It can be fucked up and much as fucking wants to be. I'll be here for you... Best friend."

▲: ((welcome back)) Gamzee smiles slightly, despite that the tears are still dripping down his cheeks. He turns around, and hugs his moirail tightly, burying his face on Karkat's shoulder.

▼: \\Thanks. fff- as**\\ He slowly begins to rub his back slightly with one hand, whilst using the other to softly hold his head. "Let it out, let it all out, I'm here."

▲: The Capricorn sobs on the smaller trolls shoulder, unable to reply with words, keeping his eyes squeezed shut.

▼: "Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be listening."

▲: After awhile, when he finally calms, he sniffs hard and rubs his nose and eyes with the back of his hand, opening his eyes slightly.