♋ and ♑: Gargle with peroxide, a steak for your eye... [closed]

[dungenessmaster]

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara
Location: Death City's jail.
Rating: PG-13 for trollmouth and cray-cray.
Time: Dec 19th, very late.
Description: Gamzee has been restrained, but he's far from okay. A leader must do what is best for his people, even when it's really, really stupid.

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"Shoooooooooooshooshshshhhh... oh."

Feeling a bit stupid, Karkat caught Gamzee and waited for a long moment, holding his breath, half-expecting some sort of trick. When the snoring started up he rolled his eyes and slowly let his breath back out. He was tired. Really fucking tired. This calming stuff was emotionally draining, almost as rough as everything else he'd been through, but he couldn't possibly sleep. Even if he didn't need to make war plans with Selendis, even if he hadn't promised Sollux he'd go find Aradia, even if he still couldn't let himself forget this was all his fucking fault, there was a lot on his mind.

There were the people Gamzee had nearly killed, for one. He wasn't ready to let himself dwell on that just yet. There was also this moirail thing. Here in Death City, everything had been well and good. He had Kanaya and they were pretty happy and secure together, no problems there except for that one time at Kurt's party when he used her as a battering ram. But he hadn't remembered any of that back in the veil, and he'd begun the same relationship with Gamzee.

Who, frankly, needed him.

"Fuck, why can't it ever be easy," Karkat muttered to no one in particular. It was hard, blah blah blah, no one understood, and it didn't change the fact that he had shit to do. First on the agenda was dumping Gamzee onto the floor to sleep off the sudden dose of sopor.

Second was prying those hideous sexy boots off his dumbass bro.

It took him a lot longer than he would have ever admitted, and all he could think was that if the surveillance footage ended up on Grubtube, heads were going to fucking roll.