What a strange couple of people

[caprihorn]

WHO: Gamzee and Ruka
WHERE: Ruka's house!
WHEN: December twenty-first
WARNINGS: Gamzee's shed might come up and no, you really don't want to know what's in it. Also Ruka's reaction to it if the shed does indeed happen.
SUMMARY: GAMZEE AND RUKA TALK it might lead to really bad things.
FORMAT: Do I ever list a legitimate format here besides words and whatever the other person wants?

The darker it got the more awake Gamzee became and the more he started to wander. Lights were left off as he moved about, never really caring about these things after getting used to waiting for so many people in the dark and living so many places without electricity, his nocturnal nature just made it easier to live with. It's more than his dark nature that kept him up though.

Following his gators about, teaching them little things on how to bite into something much bigger than themselves, laughing at how funny he thought they'd be he probably didn't notice anyone else right away.

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[dragony]

It's the sound of laughter that catches Ruka's attention, sharp in quiet dark. She's in the kitchen, enacting modified ritual still rough over the years, curled small in a dining room chair. A warm, curved glass sits heavy in her hands, chocolate and cream and a few other things from the cupboards and cabinets. It's close to empty, but the last dregs are still warm enough to seep through the bare glass and heat up her fingers. Makeup scrubbed away for the night reveals the dark, purple near-bruise under her visible eye -- technically, the tell-tale mark of intense fatigue sits under them both, but one is always hidden completely by her eye patch.

But it's the sound that jolts her out of the fuzzy, insomniac fog of her drifting thoughts; her glass makes an unsteady, repetitive thump as hit hits and balances on the table.

She's not unused to living with people up at all hours of the night, but she is out of practice; but then, she's out of practice of living with people at all. In the dark, it's hard to remember who and what are lurking about, and her meandering footfalls are not nearly as cautious as they should.

Eventually, she reaches the archway to the sitting room, her bare hand using the wood paneling for support (he hated this job his feet were killing him he was upset and hungry and wanted to sleep). Her hand moves to a different place; the buzz of foreign feeling muffles, fades away.

It takes her a few seconds to recognize his silhouette, with what limited orange light filters through the closed blinds, and her brow furrows. "... Gamzee?"

Her voice is low, but her tight fear is conspicuously absent. "What're you doing?"

[caprihorn]

Mid-play the sound catches him, pulls his muscles still. Fucker's teeth sink deeper into Gamzee's hand, but all he does is let him hang on. The yellow probably shines well in the night as Gamzee turns his head to Ruka.

Gamzee uses his strength well enough that the gator just seems to be swept off his hand with one motion, though it'd be hard to see that in the dark anyway. He'll notice the tiny pricks of blood later. Any illness he gathers later, and he will, he won't connect to this right away.

Stepping closer to Ruka his white teeth set into a grin should be noticeable.

"Playing, motherfucker. _{What are you all doing?}"

[dragony]

Eyes and teeth in the dark, with spots of moisture catching limited light, and still fear lays docile within Ruka, too worn out to send her any signals of danger or caution. Her head cants to the side, tugging on the bandage around her neck, hair hanging messy and loose around her face.

For once, her shrug is completely genuine. "Can't sleep," she says, as blithe and mundane as describing the weather. "Like usual. So I was having something to drink." And she'll likely make another glass for herself, she thinks absently; she still isn't quite run down enough to try sleeping again, and by the time she gets back to the kitchen what remains of her last one will likely have gone cold.

[caprihorn]

"Can't get yourself to shut eye, _heh. Maybe that shit can be fixed real easy like though. _{Got one idea up in my pan for that.}"

He pauses though, the thought that had just passed through his mind fades, staring at Ruka a little more.

"Fuck's this shit?"

Without thought on his action, Gamzee reaches for the bandage Ruka's tugging at. He's not so much trying to pull at it as he is just reaching out to prod at it. At least the movement isn't quick and it's avoided easily enough.

[dragony]

She gives little attention to the implicit threats, if she catches them at all, but the hand entering her personal space has her taking a step back, a hand rising to deflect his. "Nothing, really," she says, shaking her head in dizzying, light negation. "A mark that hasn't healed over yet, that's all."

The bite is two months old now, give or take, but it's slow in fading. Light bruising still looks a sickly green-purple under skin, much lighter now than in the long weeks prior, but the scarring from where teeth so violently pierced the skin seems as noticeable today as it has since the night it happened.

Besides, they're supposed to pretend that night never happened.