Friendships are truly wonderful aren't they?

[caprihorn]

WHO: HABIT and Gamzee
WHERE: Out and about, see if you can figure it out
WHEN: SOMETIME DURING THE 27TH
WARNINGS: Corpse bits are in here, also just look at who's in this log.
SUMMARY: Gamzee and HABIT meet "in person."
FORMAT: WHATEVER WORKS


In a quiet hour when none were around to look carefully for strange people Gamzee Makara snuck into a building that many visited with only tears. Not having been there long the gray little monster stole out from the place again. A bag he'd brought in mostly empty was heavy enough to crush a cat.

And Gamzee was oh seriously - wait, what's he doing? Is Gamzee - yep, Gamzee's stopping in the middle of leaving to pull something out and - oh no. No, he's opening the jar and dipping his fingers into those chemicals. Don't eat it Gamzee, oh, he's just sniffing it.

Well, that's better than the alternative.

Comments

[whocouldwinarabbit]

None, that was, besides those working the graveyard shift. At the morgue, too. Ha ha ha. Barry probably got that one a lot.

Good thing he wasn't quite himself tonight, or he might be grumpy. Certainly too grumpy to walk right past the little gray-skinned thief lurking out behind the building, whistling to himself.

"You know," the janitor remarked indifferently, rolling a garbage bag into the alley bin loudly, "you probably shouldn't just waft that shit. There are way cheaper ways to get a buzz, kiddo."

[caprihorn]

Twitched his eye he did at that, the sudden unexpected sound of another around. A calm smile and an ease in movement followed after. After he replaced the lid on his jar Gamzee stood and faced the ordinary looking man.

"Ain't looking for no high, brother. _{Just mother fucking collecting} what I got to use for a project or two. _{Ever done a project yourself with the shit I got here?}"

He walked forward as he asked the last part, still smiling all toothy.

[whocouldwinarabbit]

"Oh, you know. A few." Sort-of-Barry leaned on the dumpster, canting his head and raising an eyebrow at Gamzee's predatory slide forward. "Baking, mostly."

Sort-of-Barry waves a thumb in the bag's direction casually. "What else you got in there, huh? Just the corpse juice, or any goodies I might wanna take a look at?"

[caprihorn]

And that was enough to stop his predator scooch toward him.

"How could I get my denial on at a brother _{who's got to having good projects of his own?} Take a look all you want, _bro."

Gamzee tilted his head to the side a bit, his smile growing as he glanced off to nothing particular and put a hand to his chin. Body still relaxed it seemed to be a little more genuine than before though. The bag holding hands and a head was open to search.

"Ain't ever thought of all _{cooking up a motherfucker before.} Might be fucking funny."