An Unscratched Surface: Part 12
By the time Gamzee all up and got a sister patched, Karkat had managed to get the sister shooshed and chilled the motherfuck up. Before that she'd been all up and ranting about this Vriska that she was obviously sort of all up and black for. Except Karkat obviously wasn't letting that black go, not right now. Now when it'd wound a sister up like this. But, now that she was all up and chilled and padded with little spots of whiteand those peeking through with hints of tealKarkat had changed from trying to be all conciliatory to something else.
"What the fuck started this particular brush with black up?" Karkat demanded of Terezi, perched as he was next to her on the edge of the ablution trap.
Except Terezi'd all up and buttoned her mouth up to be all quiet like. Apparently she really didn't have any desire for Karkat to all up and get his ashen on with her and Vriska. And Gamzee couldn't blame her. She was flushed with a brother, and didn't want him all up and sliding himsel
An Unscratched Surface: Part 11
"Gamzee, could you hand me that..."
Goatad didn't even have to finish the motherfucking question before Gamzee was passing a sheaf of paperwork over to his guardian. It earned him a grunt of acknowledgment, but nothing more. No, his guardian was too busy pouring over the papers, making a note here, scratching something out there, signing in a third place. The only times his guardian even acknowledged Gamzee's presence was when he needed something, and that was a fact that he all up and had his understand on about. The paperwork was way to motherfucking important to turn his attention to his ward.
More important than a guardian could even up and get his understanding on. More than Karkat's happiness relied upon the paperwork being properly filled out, submitted, and reviewed by the panel that had been started to be put together when Goatad had requested the paperwork for temporary transfer of guardianship. His temporail's health, sanity, freedom all relied on this. All Gamzee could do w
An Unscratched Surface: Part 10
terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling grimAuxiliatrix [GA]
TC: HeY, dOeS a WiCkeD sIsTeR aLl uP aNd GoT tImE tO hElP a MoThErFuCkEr WiTh SoMe PrObLeMs? I'vE gOt A cAsE oF nEeDiNg SoMe ThInKrApY.
GA: Gamzee You Are Well Aware That I Always Endeavor To Make Time For A Troll In Need Of Guidance Whether Or Not They Have The Forethought To Schedule An Appointment For My Time Or Choose To Arrive Unannounced
TC: YeAh, SiStEr, I kNoW aLl ThAt MoThErFuCkInG sHiT. aIn'T mEaN a BrOtHeR aIn'T gOiNg To GeT hIs AsK oN aNd Be AlL pOlItE. ArEn'T yOu ThE oNe ThAt AlWaYs StReSsEs ThE iMpOrTaNcE oF pOlItEnEsS?
GA: That Is Correct But I Do Believe That Allowances Are Always To Be Made As The Situation Warrants As With You It Ever Seems To So Please Inform Me As To How I Might Best Assist You This Morning Gamzee
TC: WhAt DoEs A sIsTeR kNoW aBoUt DeAlInG wItH qUaDrAnTs AnD aLl ThAt?
GA: Quadrants Ah Yes It Seems That Our Impressionable Young Purple Blooded Friend Has Finally Come To Realizes That The Wor
An Unscratched Surface: Part 9
"You and Terecita seemed pretty close," Gamzee cut into Nepeta's rambling about her moirail once the legisticator excused herself, claiming some motherfucking work she want to get done. "How'd that happen?"
"Oh. Well, we bonded over a mutual disappointment. And Terecita is such a cute name for her. I'm sure she's pawsitively love it!"
"Well, if you purromise not to tail anyone..."
"A sister's got my motherfucking word of honor. Ain't nothing going to pass these lips. So spill. What's this mutual disappointment that bonded a pair of chicas?"
"Karkat," Nepeta said, the troll's name all soft and breathy when she said it this time, not mention she didn't call him Karkitty. "Both of us... We're..."
"Flushed for him," Gamzee whispered, the words too much for a motherfucker to bear. He couldn't quite understand why, and yet there it was. The idea of not one, but both of the sisters helping him with Karkat being flushed for him was just painful.
"Yeah. He's just so una
An Unscratched Surface: Part 8
The office normally emptied out around the lunch hour, as most trolls took the chance to go out and share lunches in the other parts of the city around them. Gamzee, though, wasn't bound out today. The day before he'd gone out with Goatad to lunch, but seeing as his guardian had chosen to take lunch with Spided to continue their conversations, Gamzee had been left behind. Not that he was entirely alone. There was perfectly fine reheated grubloaf, some faygo, and a slice of pie, not to mention the company of two terribly gossipy chicas. At least, though, they had their motherfucking attention on each other and their gossip instead of on him. Last thing he wanted to do was get Terezi's attention all up and on him so that she'd go and ask him what he'd wanted in front of Nepeta.
"So, Gamzee, just what was it that you wanted to ask me about earlier?" Terezi said, turning her grin on him. Go figure a sister'd all up and ask him just as he was hoping she wouldn't.
"Gamzee wanted to ask you s
An Unscratched Surface: Part 7
If dinner had been awkward and silent, it was a miracle of pleasantness compared to breakfast. Karkat refused to say more than two motherfucking words at a time. Goatad seemed overly passive about it and was glancing back and forth between Karkat and Gamzee. As for Gamzee himself, he was often caught up in his own motherfucking thinkpan. That was because seeing Goatad reminded him of his guardian's first meeting tonight, one with Karkat's own guardian. It would not only be a chance for Gamzee to see just what the motherfucker was like, but maybe it would give him a chance to act. If not on getting Karkat free now, then on reaching out to others who could help a brother get an understand on about just what was up.
In the motherfucking end the table was cleared, the dishes cleaned, and Karkat sent on his way to his own appointment with directions from Goatad, leaving Gamzee alone with his guardian at last. It felt like it'd been nights since he'd been alone with the wicked brother, like
An Unscratched Surface: Part 6
"He doesn't..." Karkat started to whisper, but neither of them really believed what words he was putting out, so he trailed off.
"Correction, bro, that motherfucker ain't going to again. Goatad will..."
"No!" Karkat shouted, grabbing Gamzee's arm before a motherfucker could stand and make off to wake Goatad. "You can't tell him. Dammit Gamzee, you can't fucking tell him."
"And just why not, brother? Why not? No troll deserves..."
"Fuck. Don't give me that shitty line. 'Not troll deserves this,' is that what you're going to say? Well guess what, fucking chucklehead, I'm hardly any kind of troll. Not in his eyes, or a lot of others. I'm a mutant, a troll with the blood of a fucking animal. Nothing more than some fucking barkbeast that can talk. Either I obey my fucking master, or get punished. The lowest beasts share the same fucking swill in their veins as me, and I'll likely live as long as those 'lower lifeforms' as well. I'm not worth the time, energy, or attention of a high blood tr
An Unscratched Surface: Part 5
It was early when Gamzee finally shut down his husktop and stretched to the limits his muscles would allow. While he'd always been more of a morning hootbeast than some other trolls he knew, Gamzee had nothing on some of his Trollian friends. One, who went by CT, was into robotics, and found that he got more work done in the early hours of the morning than he could before he went to his medical robotics job in the nights. Another, GA, pretty much lived in the mornings, and Gamzee always tried to get a bit of time in with her before sleeping. And this morning he'd stayed up later than normal just to talk to her. As a trained thinkrepist, she knew just what to say to make Gamzee feel better about everything that had gone and happened that night without getting her pale on.
With a sigh Gamzee got up, threw back the warmth cloths on his slab, and flopped down with a honk and a yawn. Soon, way too soon, it would be sundown, time to rise, cook and prepare for his motherfucking training. Gamz