and i know that none of it may really ever come true

[hemocidal]

Characters: Gamzee Makara + Tavros Nitram, i guess anyone else that wants to pay a jail-visit!!
Location: its a jail party up in here yall
Rating: PG-13(??) for gamzee's terrible sailor mouth
Time: CHRISTMAS, midday
Description: a brotiful brounion, honking, probably terrible puns

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[slghtlylessfake]

[It had been something of an impulsive decision, to go see Gamzee today. He'd just been hanging out with Masaru, and the urge hit him, and he just went with it before he could let himself stop and decide that it was a bad idea or he wasn't ready or anything like that.

Maybe he still wasn't ready, he found himself thinking anyway, as he entered the jail. He was still struggling with Things, mostly because he spent most of the time trying not to think about any of what happened instead of properly Dealing With It. But this was a start, right?

He hesitantly shuffled his way toward Gamzee's cell, though not so quietly, since his robofeet clacked pretty noticeably on the floor. Despite knowing that he was fine and normal now, some part of him kept expecting him to still look like he did the night he'd threatened to kill him.]

Gamzee...?

[hemocidal]

[Gamzee sits up with a honk, turning around to blearily blink at Tavros. He looks almost normal - his clothes are clean, his eyes are back to their glazed over look, even the makeup is lightly smeared on around the healing over cuts. He squints at What Appears To Be Tavros for a minute, and rubs the back of his head.]

. . . Man, motherfuckin' knew that last pie weren't no good any more.

[He then flops back down to go back to sleep.]

[slghtlylessfake]

[wow, rude!!!

But seeing him looking a lot more like himself is a huge relief, even more than he thought it would be; the image of his more murderous self was pushed a little further away by that knowledge.

Though it would help if he didn't think he was a figment. Tavros shuffled a bit closer and accidentally clanged one of his horns against the bars.]

Ow... uhh... Gamzee, I'm, here to visit you...

[1/2]

[hemocidal]

[Figments of your imagination don't normally bang their horns against bars or say ow, and at the sound Gamzee is pretty much instantly up and staring wide-eyed.]

Woooah, shit, bro is that really you? Shit, I didn't think-- I mean I was all up and hoping, you know?

[dungenessmaster]

[it's not like it was a troll holiday or anything, but this human Christmas was pretty obviously based on Twelfth Perigees, and as bad as he felt for all the trolls spending it without their lusus, Gamzee squatting in a jail cell the whole time seemed particularly shitty.

they weren't going to release him just yet, and even when they did he was required to do some community service, but he was still allowed out with supervision.

it sounded like a better gift than just cramming sugar down his throat like everyone else in the city seemed to want to do.]

Hey, dumbass. Sobriety check, how many prongs am I holding up?

[he held up four fingers and waited to see how Gamzee would handle this sort of pop quiz.]

[hemocidal]

What the motherfuck is up, Best Friend?

[The question seems to take him by surprise before he can do much else, though, and he stares at Karkat's hand in deep, contemplative silence before finally:]

Hands sure are motherfucking amazing. I mean look at this shit, bro! [he wiggles his own fingers/prongs] Like they got a little tiny think pan of their own all up in there.

[dungenessmaster]

[Karkat drops his hand again.]

Good enough. Hurry up and put some pants on.

[Seriously, Gamzee. What.]

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[Gamzee looks down.]

Woah, shit, where the motherfuck did they go?!

[oh wait here they are on the floor

picking them up and putting them on its all very graceful and involves alot of hopping around and honking.]