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[kamen_luthier]

[The SFC fumbles on to show Wataru, dressed in a tuxedo and looking completely soaked. He's shivering, and his voice is a little hoarse, but despite that it's very clear that his demeanor is incredibly different. He's standing, not with his shoulders hunched in, but straight up, his gaze on the SFC direct and firm.]Hello, everyone. I--I think I

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Action! ,,,Equius can probably crash into this too, whenever.

[faygot]

[It is finally Wataru's voice that breaks through the haze he has been in for days. He noisely scrambles up from the horn pile, checking his SFC for just a split second before he throws it aside and he is off running, sneakers still forgotten by the door. Fuck you, shoes. Fuck you.

There is only one short way from the coral to their hive. He knows Wataru will pick that one, so he does as well, stumbling a little as he runs. His heart pounds as he runs and then, oh, it really is him. Gamzee squeezes his eyes shut, crossing the distance between them with a few more long strides, before he slams into Wataru, his arms around legs immediately wrapping around him, as he buries his face against his shoulder, already crying again.]

Wataru. Wataru wataru wataru.

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[kamen_luthier]

[Wataru oofs softly and catches Gamzee up, sinking carefully down to the pavement as he holds him tight. He pets Gamzee's hair soothingly and tries to keep from wheezing, his voice soft as he murmurs in Gamzee's ear.]

I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry.

[His throat tightens and his hands fist a little in Gamzee's shirt.]

So sorry.

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[faygot]

[Gamzee tightens his fingers on Wataru's tuxedo, hell, he even curls his toes on the fine fabric, so to cling onto him as effectively as he can. He is more than a bit of a mess; his hair is tangled and unwashed, his face is mostly clear of its customary paint but smeared now with indigo tears, and there are slime stains on his shirt.]

Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave.

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[kamen_luthier]

[Wataru makes a soft noise like someone had struck him in the stomach, tightening his grip on Gamzee and feeling sick.]

I won't. I'm sorry. I'm here now, Gamzee, I'm sorry.

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[faygot]

[Gamzee nods slightly, forcing himself to let go of Wataru's jacket with one hand, using that to wipe over his face. Not that it really helps against the snotty, teary mess it is becoming. He'll first have to stop crying for that.]

Missed you so motherfuckin' much. So fuckin' bad.

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[kamen_luthier]

I know. I'm sorry.

[He pulls his handkerchief out of his tuxedo pocket and nudges Gamzee's hand away, wiping his face gently.]

I'm so sorry, Gamzee.

[He had no idea what else to say.]

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[faygot]

[That is all right. Gamzee is still trying to sort his sluggish slow thoughts. too much slime in his pan. But he is forcing everything along, keeping still as Wataru cleans his face.]

You... you ain't leavin' again, right?

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[kamen_luthier]

No. I'd never want to leave. I'd never leave on purpose, not ever.

[Wataru tucks Gamzee close again, holding him steady.]

I'm not going anywhere.

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[faygot]

Okay. Okay.

[Gamzee tightens his hands in Wataru's shirt again, clinging to him as he curls up on his lap in as tiny a ball as he can manage, holding wataru like he is still expecting him to leave any minute.]

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[kamen_luthier]

[Wataru swallows hard, his eyes stinging as he just holds Gamzee tightly, murmuring soothingly into his hair and stroking up and down his back.]

Hey. [His voice soft and hesitant.] Do you want to go back home, Gamzee? We can get you cleaned up, and we can sit there for a while.

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[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius stands off to one side, having followed the Highblood when he ran out of the hive. He needed to make sure the other troll found his moirail without any further incident, without any more drama being added. Now that's they're reunited, though...

He would really rather not interrupt this, so he's just going to casually try and inch away, because subtle and stealthy is totally something he can do.]

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[faygot]

Yeah. I wanna go home.

[Which he really means! but somehow it is just too hard to actually let go of Wataru. When he is holding him, he knows he is there. He might disappear if he lets go.

A small noise behind them makes him glance backwards, breaking into a helpless, tired smile when he sees Equius.]

Equius, he came back. He motherfuckin' came back.

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[kamen_luthier]

[Wataru looks up, a little surprised, when Gamzee addresses Equius. He nods, warily, and shifts Gamzee in his arms, pushing carefully to his feet with his moirail twined around him like ivy. Wataru holds him close, burying his face against the curve of Gamzee's shoulder for a moment and breathing in before he straightens, meeting Equius' eyes.]

Zahhak-san. ...you're welcome to return with us, if you like. Did--did you stay with Gamzee while I was gone?

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[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius shifts back and forth from one foot to the other, painfully nervous now.]

I, uh...

[Stop stammering, you sound like Nitram!]

Yes, I stayed with him. I think I fed him too much slime, though...

[Just going to trail off there, and ignore the offer to go back to their hive with them.]

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[faygot]

[Gamzee curls tighter around Wataru as he is lifted up, clinging to him like a clowny burr. He is actually not that heavy. Though tall, and with gangly arms and legs, he is really nothing more than skin and bones.

He should say something to Equius probably but... this is the first time he has gotten carried in a long time. Maybe forever if his lusus is exempt. And he just missed Wataru more than anything for five long days. He's going to juts revel in this. You're on your own, ponyboy.]

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[kamen_luthier]

[Wataru turns his head a little and closes his eyes, pressing his face to Gamzee's tangled hair. His voice is a little choked, when he speaks.]

Thank you, Zahhak-san. So much. I can't--

[His voice breaks a little and he takes a slow, steadying breath, swallowing thickly.]

I can't even being to tell you how grateful I am.