Gamzee: Make Karkat Swoon Pt 2

READER: Be Karkat.

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS.
Currently, you are in your room, which holds a variety of your INTERESTS, including an array of TROLL MOVIE POSTERS. Your HUSKTOP sits opened on the floor, where you are also currently sitting in order to use it. Why are you on the floor? Because you HAVE NO BED, though you have no idea what a bed is.

Currently, you are on TROLLIAN, talking to your supposed "BEST FRIEND".

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[TC] began trolling [CG]

[CG]: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT.
[TC]: HeY tHeRe, BeSt FrIeNd )
[CG]: OH, GREAT. AND NOW I RUN INTO THE SLIME HEAD.
[TC]: SoRrY, bRo. (
[TC]: I jUsT lIkE tAlKiNg To My BeSt FuCkInG fRiEnD, yOu KnOw, )
[CG]: UGH WHATEVER.
[CG]: LAST TIME I TALKED TO YOU YOU WERE RUBBING YOUR GRUBBY PAWS ALL OVER MY HORNS,
[CG]: AND CALLING THEM NUBS.
[CG]: THEY ARE NOT NUBS!!
[CG]: THEYRE JUST...
[CG]: TAKING A LONG TIME TO GROW!
[TC]:AwWw, BuT tHeYrE cUtE lItTlE nUbS fOr NoW, bEsT fRiEnD~ *tRiEs To ToUcH*
[CG]:NO NO NO DONT YOU EVEN FUCKING START THIS SHIT AGAIN.
[TC]: hAhAhA, wHaTeVeR, bRo,
[TC]: WoNt Be CoMpLaInInG wHeN iM aLl Up AnD nExT tO yOu, BrO )
[TC] has stopped trolling [CG]
[CG]: WAIT, WHAT?
[CG]: OH FUCK.

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Your eyes widen in confusion, anger, and a hint of fear at the words that had just appeared on your screen. He wouldn't really come all the way over to your hive, would he? No, of course not. He's probably too high on SOPOR SLIME to even realize what he typed. After all, who-
There is suddenly a knock at your DOOR that rips you out of your thoughts. You have apparently been reassuring yourself that he would not be showing up for long enough for said person to do just that; ARRIVE.

You grumble as you make your way to your DOOR and open it, and the troll staring back at you is none other than GAMZEE MAKARA.

READER: Be Gamzee.

You are now GAMZEE MAKARA.
You are currently standing outside your BEST FRIEND's DOOR. Why? You're not entirely sure. You've apparently had too many SLIME PIES, and your memory is suffering from it. As your BEST FRIEND opens his door, his signature CRABBY FACE plastered into its normal position, you grin and wave lazily, making a small note of how FUZZY your limbs feel.
"Hey, motherfucker, what's-"
Your greeting is interrupted by the other troll grabbing your shirt and dragging you inside, muttering a short and hostile "Get in."
You stumble after him as he leads you to his room, where he all but shoves you to the floor a good few feet away from his HUSKTOP before he grumpily sits back down in front of it, paying you little attention. You frown, wondering why your BEST FRIEND is so angry at you. You haven't been able to see him in a long time, and thought he would be happy when you arrived. The fact that KARKAT VANTAS is never happy has left your numbed mind completely.

WRITER: Stop stealing Hussie's style of writing, you suck at it.
((Okay, okay, yeesh... ))

Karkat continued to glare at his husktop's blank screen in an attempt to ignore the moron on the floor a few feet from him. If he were to look up, he would see his friend's stupid sad clown face, and be forced to apologize, and if things keep heading down the road they are, will probably happen at some point inevitably.
However, when a sad "Hooooonk..." is heard from the room's other occupant - Karkat wonders for a moment how a 'honk' can be sad, but pushes that thought back for later- the grump decided it's time to end the silent treatment. He looks up at Gamzee and proceeds to glare as many daggers as he can muster at the sad clown. Gamzee looks back with hazed-over eyes, confused.
"Woah, my motherfucker, what's all up and being wrong up in here?"

Karkat's glare came back tenfold, remembering their last Trollian conversation that had fueled this particular rage cycle. "My horns are not fucking nubby, fuckass!"
Gamzee squinted at him, trying to make all the other Karkats go away so he can see the one that was the actual him, grinning as his face came into focus and, subsequently, his adorably nubby horns. He tried to stand up, but the sudden feeling of wooziness and weightlessness told him it would not help him in succeeding in a forward motion. Instead, he rolled onto his stomach and crawled towards his best friend, then carefully sat up. The indigo-blood shook his head lightly as he felt the slime slowly wearing off. He then grinned like an idiot, and reached for the glorious nubs. "But they are, brother! So motherfucking adorable~"
Karkat tensed before backing away from the giddy clown. "No, no, no! Don't you even fucking start this shit again! And they are not nubs, damnit!"

Gamzee followed suit, leaning forward to try and reach the smooth, round bumps that were Karkat's horns. "But they're so motherfucking smooth and tiny... Like little miracles on my best friend's fucking head."
Karkat's face flushed, and his voice began to sound more like an indignant squeak than the infinitely angry sound waves that usually jumped out of his protein chute. "They are not tiny-damnit stop it!"
Gamzee just kept on grinning his stupid grin and reaching for those miracles. "But they're cute, just like a certain motherfucker I know~" The words came out of his mouth slurred, but in a good, almost seductive way. Karkat's face darkened even more. The flushed troll stuttered and flailed, so much so that he lost his balance and landed on his back with a loud thump before cursing up a storm. The other, arms still outstretched to touch horns that were no longer there, flexed his fingers where they once were before laying down next to Karkat, though it was more like coordinated falling.
His flush deepened as Karkat realized how close they were, and he squirmed in the opposite direction quickly. "K-keep your fucking hands off my horns, asshole!"
His protests fell on deaf ears as Gamzee smiled again, unmoving. "But how can a mother fucker be all up and ignoring those double rainbows on your most awesome head, best friend?" That earned a disapproving glare from Karkat as he covered up his totally not nubby horns with his hands in an attempt to shield them from the madman next to him."They're not fucking miracles, they're just horns you jackass!"
"But they're miracles to me, best friend." Gamzee's voice was filled with sincerity as he tried to rearrange himself so he could see the other troll, settling on resting on his chest. "I'm not gonna do it again, promise." Again with the sincerity.
Karkat sat up and crossed his legs, still glowering at the high blood on his floor, still grumbling and huffing and being an overall crab. "Yeah, yeah, sure. You're gonna forget you said that in a minute and try to do it again." The other giggled and began to scoot closer to his grumpy best friend. "Nah, man, I'm a troll of my mother fucking word." His advance earned him a stern glare, but Karkat didn't move away again, so Gamzee took that as a good sign. "And why the fuck do you think are my horns are so special? Have you even seen yours?"
Gamzee moved foreward again until he was close enough to rest his head on Karkat's knee. "Haha, yeah man, of course I've seen mine, they're on my motherfucking head, bro." He nuzzled Karkat's knee gently, "Yours are different." At those words, Karkat's face lit up like Rudolph's nose, though he wouldn't know who that was. He wiggled his knee in a half-hearted attempt to remove the other from his perch to no avail. "Yeah, well, so are yours, they're fucking huge..." He eyed the horns attached to Gamzee's skull, and hesitantly brought his hand up to trail a finger along the curve, if for only a moment.
Gamzee's reaction was the exact opposite of Karkat's; instead of recoiling and becoming hostile, he curled up happily and made a noise under his breath that sounded like a pleased squeak of sorts. "You can touch them if you want, I don't mind, best friend."
Karkat's face light up again, and he stumbled over his own thoughts for a moment before speaking again. "Y-Yeah, not like I want to, just...." Though his words were ones of disinterest, he was too curious to turn back now. He ran a finger down one again, watching the other for a reaction.
Gamzee's breath hitched and he let out a soft purr, his voice no more than a mumble. "Whatever you say, man..." His voice told he was more than pleased, and the purring increased in volume as Karkat traced his fingers down the horn until he felt the other's coarse hair on his palm.
"Why are-- Are you purring?" He asked, his hands pausing in their exploration as the sound grew loud enough for him to hear clearly.The other merely grinned again and nuzzled his hand, missing the feeling. "Sorry man, guess I am... Feels nice..." The buzz of the slime had more or less worn off, but was now replaced by the warm tingling that was flowing through his body with every tentative touch of the other troll. Karkat was now scratching his head near the base of his horns and Gamzee was lost in his own world.
Karkat glanced to the side, his face that had lost most of its red stain that is slowly becoming permanent, began to heat up again. "Yeah, um... I guess you can, um... Touch mine, if you want to..." And, with that, his cheeks were tainted the most delicious deep cherry red flush once again. Gamzee grinned and reached an arm up to touch them gently. He moved slowly, noticing Karkat's uneasiness. His touch was light and soft.  "See? It's not that bad."
Karkat gasped, letting out a short moan, and arched into the touch as much as he could. Gamzee moved to sit up, letting go of the horns for a moment which earned him an unhappy glare, before resituating himself and taking hold of them once again, rubbing them gently. "Your face is so fucking cute right now, bro..." Gamzee cooed, rubbing slow circles on the other's horns.
Karkat took a moment to form a response, his brain not fully functioning before spitting out the first thing that came to mind in a squeak, "Gdh- I-It is not!!"


((To be continued?))