Happy Halloween!

[thalassino]

The moment darkness settles on the island like a thick blanket, the jack-o-lanterns lining the path up the the warehouse light up all at once. A beat after, the warehouse lights up too, light flooding out of the opened doors and windows, illuminating the decorations put in front of the glass window panes. And then the music starts playing. It's a

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[stayb100ponyboy]

[Having sobered up a little and placed ice over any injuries Karkat managed to inflict, Equius finds Gamzee and shyly offers him his hand.]

Would you like to dance?

[The music sounds like a car accident involving lots of cats--or Celine Dion singing the theme from "Titanic," whatever--but it's still a slow song. That's how this works, right?]

[faygot]

[Gamzee looks surprised for just a moment --mostly cause he had been zoning, and man this party at awesome light all twinkling high above them-- before a smile breaks onto his face and he takes Equius' hand.]

I'd be right fuckin' jazzed being at that, bro.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Okay.

[Equius leads Gamzee onto the dance floor and then... just kind of stands there.]

I... I don't know how to do this.

[faygot]

Just all be doing what comes fuckin' natural seeming, babe.

[For a moment he just glances around, looking at the other couples that are dancing. Equius should know how bad of a dancer Gamzee is. Enthusiastic, but you cannot call those twirling performances near the hornpile good.

Finally he gets the idea though, reaching down, he reaches for Equius' hands, guiding them up to rest on his hips. Then he throws his own arms around Equius' neck, putting them close together.]

Now move.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius too is glancing around the dance floor, trying to figure this out. He never minded the flailing circles near the Horn Pile, but that probably wouldn't be appropriate here.]

[He freezes up a little when Gamzee takes his hands, but then forces himself to relax. It's cool, he's got this.]

... okay.

[Just going to carefully, slowly shuffle in a circle here.]

[faygot]

Aiiight. There you go.

[Gamzee smiles encouragingly, crossing his arms behind Equius' neck, letting him lead their awkward, shuffled dance. Occasionally he treads on Equius' feet with his own giant ones, though he tries to keep that to a minimum.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[This is not as hard as it looks.]

[And if Equius wasn't expecting to get his feet stepped on, he wouldn't be wearing metal shoes. In fact, this could be made easier if Gamzee just stood on his feet and let him carry him; he'd have to worry less about accidentally trodding on one of those clowny feet and crushing it. In fact...]

Why don't you just stand on my feet?

[faygot]

If that's what chills ya.

[Gamzee shrugs easily, shuffling his feet a little to put his on top of Equius'. Hey, if Equius had suggested it, he was sure it would be totally fine. Equius was strong after all.

though...]

Hehehe.

[Gamzee chuckled a little pushing himself up a bit straight, stretching up until he could lay his chin right on top of Equius' head, on top of the soft pony hood.]

I'm a motherfuckin' giant.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius is remarkably okay with this, especially since it puts Gamzee's chest right in front of his face, and he breathes in Gamzee's scent. Flour and baking things and the saccharine sweetness of smile, and under all of it, a salty, cold aroma that he associates with the sea.]

So you are.

[He just keeps dancing, not caring one bit how silly this might look.]

[faygot]

[Gamzee laughs softly, the sound rumbling in his chest as he let his eyes lid. He is pretty okay with this; with standing on tip-toes on top of Equius' shoes, letting him awkwardly sway him around in a beat that just slightly misses the beat of the music and yeah, soon he will have to stand back down normally again, before he loses his balance, but right now this is good.]

S'real fuckin' good.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[It sure is, and Equius mumbles something into the front of Gamzee's shirt, something that's so quiet and private he can barely hear it himself, and sways slowly to the music.]

[faygot]

[Which means Gamzee didn't hear it at all. Not with the music playing loudly.]

You fuckin' all spoke some shit?

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius shakes his head, his face still pressed against Gamzee's chest.]

No.

[Let's just keep dancing; let's stay just like this; let's never change from what we are, right now.]

[faygot]

Aiight.

[Gamzee presses a kiss against Equius' hood, leaving paint smudges on the fabric, before he slumps back down again. He is so used to standing slumped that standing up straight on tip-toes is kinda awkward. Besides, now he can look Equius in the eye again. Also good.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[This is better, with Gamzee standing flat. Equius shamelessly leans in and gently nuzzles his nose against the side of Gamzee's neck before resting his head on his shoulder.]

[Anyone who doesn't like it can go to heck.]

[faygot]

[Gamzee lets Equius shuffle him around for a while. It is all a pretty awkward affair though, There isn't really much grace in their dance. But it is good, none the less, and ever so often, Gamzee turns his head to press a kiss against Equius' skin.

Still! He wants to do it the other way around too.]

Aight. Now all put your motherfuckin' arms around my neck. Gonna get my fuckin' lead on.