I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit

[chainsawsylph]

Who: Kanaya Maryam and Gamzee Makara
When: Later on Tuesday
Where: 26C
Summary: Kanaya attempts to deal with Gamzee. It goes about as well as she was warned.
Rating: PG13-R
Warnings: Violence

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[juggalulz]

Gamzee's head jerks up at the sound. He had been lying underneath his bed with the covers hanging down off the sides, like his own little cave, in the dark. He liked the dark. Dark meant no color, and no color meant--or did dark mean it was all the colors together? No, no--it was the absence of color. Or--

--whatever. Miracles. Darkness was a miracle, a blessing.

He briefly thinks about not answering, but then again....he hadn't really seen many people since he'd been here. And that was on purpose, of course, but it didn't mean he wasn't...a little lonely. His chat with The Joker helped, but...

Gamzee climbs out from under the bed and pads over to the door, still barefoot, still in his dirty shirt, and opens it. His eyes widen a little in surprise.

"....Kanaya..?"

[chainsawsylph]

Kanaya wasn't too concerned with miracles at the moment. And if she had known, she'd say that the Joker wasn't a very good influence.

Unfortunately, she didn't know much about Gamzee and all she had to give was her little peace offering, which she thought was a perfectly fine thing to give.

"Hi. We, um, didn't get started on the right foot here, did we? I thought I'd try to make up for that."

Which was somewhat true. But mostly done with the intention of getting him back to what she knew as the 'normal' Gamzee.

[juggalulz]

"....yeah. We all stomped around on all kinds of motherfuckin' feet. Except for the right one, my starshine sister."

He swallows hard and steps back, away from the door--allowing her to walk in and shut it behind her, but retreating a bit. Staying out of arm's reach.

"Why ain't you staying the fuck away, like every other motherfucker?"

[chainsawsylph]

"Because I actually like to be helpful at times, if you haven't noticed."

She looks away, down at the floor, nervous but still unaware that her 'gift' may be in any way upsetting. In fact, she wants to get around to it before any sort of upset happens.

"I brought something. For you."