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It had been about a sweep since Gamzee had hidden himself fully away from the view of the others. He'd only pestered Terezi on occasion, when he was feeling particularly caliginous, but that wasn't any substitute for good old-fashioned contact.

Things had gotten weird, even by highblood clown standards. Gamzee had stayed off to one side of the meteor, while most of the rest of the group stayed together on the other side. Only on rare occasion did he bother to sneak back to get something to eat. And that's what he was doing just then. He knew their schedules well enough that he knew to stay away from certain parts of the meteor at certain times, and knew that after everybody retired for bed, it wasn't so hard to sneak in and alchemize himself some shit to bring back with him.

He dropped silently into the main room from the vents, squinting down the long hall before sneaking over to the alchemeter. He was certain that the rest of the survivors weren't going to bother him. He'd have enough food to last him a long while in just a few minutes, and then he'd not have to worry about being bothered by anybody.

Or to bother anybody. That was the real problem. He didn't want anyone to look at him like they looked when they spoke about him. Disappointed. Hatred. Disgust. He didn't want to destroy anybody.

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Gamzee took Dave's hand and momentarily boggled at how warm it was, before his focus was diverted to his own arm and hands. He shrugged to the observation with a murmur of, "Don't motherfuckin' feel 'em, know they won't kill me. Still is gettin' motherfuckin' tight up there for me, can't really fit in the smaller ones no more. Probably gonna have to take the lesser hallways soon enough, anyhow." He bowed his head, forcing a smile.

"Dunno what all them would be thinkin' if they got their peep on me. Kinda don't want to know what might come of it if I can't shut him up. Still has his motherfuckin' want to kill all y'all motherfuckers." He slipped his hand away from Dave's and his smile became sincere. "Long as motherfuckin' possible. You got my word on it. Any motherfucker comes along wantin' to do you like some common motherfucker, I got you."

"Still man, shit's itchy if it gets infected. You wanna watch that shit if you're gonna keep it up. Have arms straight up falling off like you got weird alien leprosy. Leavin' rotten bits in the vents to stink up the place worse than it already is wit all the sweaty, angry alien nerds everywhere. Ain't nobody got time for that." Dave was almost legitimately smiling by that point, leaving his hand in Gamzee's grip until the other moved away.

"Man even if this other asshole squatting in your cranium's out and owly I'll just sit and jaw him to death too. Not like I'm doing anything of importance else-timeline."

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"He ain't the type for talkin'," Gamzee sighed, shaking his head, "but it's real motherfuckin' tight of you to be wantin' to get your words on with him, too." He was actually rather flattered; nobody had actually sought him out to speak with basically ever, and now, not only knowing what he was capable of, what was wrong with him, and what he'd done, Dave came through for him. He wanted to repay that kindness in kind.

Even as they parted ways, Gamzee with a stash of food including half the chips in his sylladex, Gamzee felt strangely unburdened. Having somebody who actually wanted to talk to him, who actually didn't shy away when he wanted to speak, even when the darker side of him piped up. It was, for the first time in a long time, something he could very easily label as a miracle.

Over the next few days, he was absent. He stashed his food away, tucked himself into his darker area of the meteor where he'd been hiding, bathing, living, and waiting. But the memories of their talk kept Gamzee upbeat. He recounted Dave's near smiles, the sincerity in his eyes, and the way he didn't flinch even when Gamzee was close to him. It was new and pleasant, and soon, when he knew everyone else wasn't likely to pester Dave, he slipped up through the hallways, using the pipes that crisscrossed the ceiling as his road, to the room that Dave had taken over as his own.

As he peeked around the corner to see if Dave was there, and if he was alone, Gamzee let out a soft "Psst," and offered the tiniest of hopeful smiles.

Dace was lying on the floor with his shirt off, having rolled it up to place under his knees as he looked up at the ceiling. His hands were laced behind his neck and he was sweating lightly, as if he'd just finished exercising. In fact, that was what he was in the middle of doing; He'd taken to doing sets of basic exercises simply to keep from letting himself get sluggish while he waited for the next time the shit would hit the fan. He looked up at the sound of Gamzee's approach and sat up with his arms propped on his knees, giving him an upward nod. "Sup, clown?"

"Nothin'," was Gamzee's response, slipping in entirely after making sure he hadn't been spotted. He ambled quietly over to Dave, dropping down onto the floor, to sit cross-legged at Dave's feet. "You was workin' out?" He asked, "Don't really got much else to be up and doin', I s'pose. Do that myownself, keep my shit prime for when I gotta be doin' what I gotta." Not that he looked like he did much; his shoulders were broader than what Sollux's had been, but he was otherwise skinny, his arms showing very little definition. Not that much showed through his baggy clothes.

"You gotta screen in here, bro? Could hook you up with some movies 'n' shit. Keep you from gettin' too motherfuckin' bored with whatchu probably got and got your peep on too many times."

"You gonna try n' sell me shit?" Dave snorted quietly then flicked open his sylladex, scanning through it thoughtfully. Had he even thought to captchalogue something with a screen? He hummed quietly then smirked and muttered 'think fast' before spitting out the rhyme that would rocket a weird-looking alchemized screen and an anomalous cat-shaped plush out of his inventory. He probably had some movies in there somewhere, having ganked a few from his timeline's Karkat when he found out they had a mutual thing for Will Smith movies. He was pretty sure that whatever Gamzee had for them to watch, it'd either be better, or infinitely worse than the movies he'd already seen more times than he could count.

With a honk of surprise and a quick reflexive grab of the screen in midair, Gamzee beamed and set it down. "Nah man, figger you'n me can get our barter on. I seen these motherfuckers more times than I can fuckin' count, and some fresh shit's about due." He put the screen aside before grabbing some discs from his own sylladex with the same lightning-quick reflexes, and handed them over.

"Got a little bit of motherfuckin' everything. Fantasy, comedy, horror. Lots of horror comedy." And all pirated, it seemed. "Shit's real fuckin' good. Then you got some weird shit I did up and downloaded 'fore I got here. Was lookin' for bootleg videos of my motherfuckin' favorite band and wound up with some weird-ass classy shit. Good to get your forty winks to, if nothin' else." He flopped back down onto the ground beside Dave and grinned up a storm.

"Could sell 'em to you, but it ain't like I'll be needin' boonies. Already got me a real nice enterprise about to get set up. Just waitin' on the day. Besides. Wouldn't be real motherfuckin' chummy of me to take my racket up with a motherfuckin' guy I be tryin' to get my chill on with."

"Alright, how's this shit." Dave pulled his collection of stolen, alchemized and just random movies he'd had since the game started, stacking them up beside Gamzee's pile and deciding that they could just trade based on rum times. By the end of it, they'd traded about a third of their respective movie collections, and one of Gamzee's discs was slotted into the side of the TV that by all rights should have been bolted to a wall. He figured he might do that later, if he thought about it. "Cool, white noise that isn't just people yelling or can noises. Could get used to that."

"Hell yeah, motherfucker, hope you like it. I'll be puttin' this shit in later," he said, captchaloguing the movies before sprawling out on the floor to watch the screen in a half-daze.

Having somebody there with him kept him from getting too sunk into the movie, and made him feel weirdly excited. Gamzee was focused on the other person in the room. The way Dave breathed, the way his skin moved against the cut of his shoulderblades and spine. He wasn't staring, really. Just catching occasional glimpses from his periphery. It was impressive that the human body managed to look so much more animated than that of his own. Maybe he was just weird. Well, weirder than usual. Weirder than he had already assessed himself to be.

He tried to push himself to watch the movie, instead. The weird, borderline-flushed notions were put aside as best he could, and he fussed against his shirt's hem as he watched the screen and the horror comedy on it. One of the jokes seemed vaguely too distinctly Troll to translate well to Dave, so Gamzee looked over. "Motherfuckin' historical joke, older than the motherfuckin' dirt. Hard to explain, now that I get my think on about it. Ain't like I can get your understand onto midblood politics or nothin', so it's basically like your motherfuckin' cluckbeast 'cross the road shit."

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Dave was good at pretending that he hadn't noticed the casual ogling, simply keeping his eyes on the movie as he shifted occasionally to get more comfortable without lying back on the floor entirely. "That's one of the greatest fuckin' human mysteries, you know? Nobody ever actually found a definitive answer for why that chicken was always crossing that goddamn road." He shook his head some, then looked back at Gamzee in time to obviously catch him. There wasn't much to look at really, just tone along his chest, shoulders and arms leading down to a lean stomach with no navel, which he doubted Gamzee would question, given what he could remember about troll anatomy.

He started to wonder about that, the more of the movie they watched. Seeing multicolor innards on the screen felt cartoonish to him, in a grisly sort of way, but he knew it was different for trolls. It was the same way with a lot of their more physical inclinations, he found; it felt like a parody of human life, when really it was likely that humanity looked that way to trollkind. Or what was left of it, anyway.

That led to wondering if it was the same way with their porn. He wondered if they even had porn, or if it had been outlawed for the sake of the propagation of the species, or whatever stupid reason the Condescension could come up with. He'd have to ask Gamzee about all of that later.

for now, he simply quirked an eyebrow up at Gamzee looking at him, the softest smirk on his face.

Gamzee's brows shot up at being caught, then he gave a small, unashamed smile. "Whatever, you'd be up to peepin' on yourself too if you wasn't so used to it," He muttered as he went back to watching the movie with the smile still in place. "Got dots all over you. Like a motherfuckin' pattern." Something that he'd only seen on sunburned trolls and seadwellers, for completely different reasons, and always wholly fascinating.

Dave's brow arched up and he looked down at the freckles peppering his shoulders and part of his chest. They extended down his back in a more widespread smattering, and there was even a light pattern across his forearms. "Dude, you should see this shit after I've been out in the sun, I start looking like a goddamn ginger kid without the freaky red curls."

"Yeah? Prob'ly real motherfuckin' nice to look at. Then again, you prob'ly all motherfuckin' used to peepin' on it, got no good opinion of it. It's cool." His smile went tilted as he sat up. "But," he said with a groan as he pulled his shirt up from his body, "since I ain't about to play unfair, might as well let you look, too. Ain't nothin' much worth lookin' at, but fair's fair." He tucked his shirt under his elbow as he sprawled back down and went back to watching the jadeblood guy get eviscerated in the most ridiculous way on the screen.

Again, Dave just had to give him that quirked eyebrow and smirk, glancing over the presented skin. Scars, but otherwise smooth and unblemished. He reached out and poked at Gamzee's side below his grubscars, watching as they rolled over his ribs as the highblood moved. "Dunno, haven't had anyone tell me either way. Not like I walk around shirtless very often." He thought about it for a moment, then opened his sylladex again, keeping his hands up to catch the camera he was trying for. He lifted it up with his head at a tilt, looking at Gamzee through the viewfinder. "I don't think I've ever actually seen freckles on any of you, now that I think about it. Is that just a troll thing or what?"

Squirming only lightly at the poke, Gamzee sat back up again to stretch his arms over his head, showing his musculature off a bit better. He wasn't built, with no carved and defined muscle, unless he flexed just so to show off. "We get 'em if we be all in the sun and ain't like Kansis, all able to be in it 'n' shit. Seadwellers got 'em too, but they gots all this sparkly shit with 'em, they light up and shit when they're in the deeps." He said, arching a brow to Dave's sudden appearance of a camera. "All I got on me is what I motherfuckin' earned."

He pushed himself up with his arms and stood fluidly then, to fetch a soda from his sylladex. "Why you got an urge to be pointin' that shit at me? I ain't the one gettin' looked at all like I'm any sorta interestin' or nothin'. Selfies is where that shit's at, anyhow."

"Man, I got selfies for motherfuckin' years," Dave chuckled, having snapped a picture before Gamzee got up, then catching one of his back, candid and dimly lit, but when he looked down at the preview of it on the little display, it had a certain artsy aesthetic that people really seemed to dig on. He nodded some and looked up at Gamzee from his place on the ground. "Right, your sea dudes do that bioluminescence thing, I remember hearing about that somewhere. Be pretty cool to get a photo of some time, if I ever actually meet one that's willing to show off a little for me."

"Yeah, gettin' 'em to motherfuckin' glow outta embarrassment's fun as shit, bro," Gamzee said as he dropped himself back down. "Do it when they's pailin' too, shit's motherfuckin' pretty. Motherfuckers got themselves a lightshow at least." He settled back down into a crouch as he took a swig of his drink.

"Prob'ly gonna take a few more timeline jumps to up and be findin' any. The livin' ones we had up and got themselves culled before you was even 'round. But you knew that shit." He sprawled out on his stomach then, pushing his bottle just out of his own reach with his claw's tips. "Still prolly worth it, I mean, if you got your designs on hoppin' again."

"How do you know they glow during sex? You ever been with one?" Dave's brow remained arched up at that as he grabbed for the soda, taking a swallow of it himself. "Dunno how son I'll be bouncin' on outta here, but I can't really see much reason to stick around too long either. I mean there's you, but when you go off and do whatever the fuck you're gonna do with your endgame, ain't really gonna be much for me around here except maybe for antagonizing Karkat and that gets old after awhile, y'know?"

"Black porn," was Gamzee's response to the question, shrugging to that, before smirking up at Dave, twisting over to a half-side sprawl. "So I'll keep up with talkin' atcha. Ain't like I'm motherfuckin' liable to get my death on for a long while. And it ain't like the loud motherfucker will keep this shit on with Terezi." He paused, then thought about something, before responding, "Wait, nah, it was motherfuckin' red porn, the black shit was usually shit down with blue and indigoblooded motherfuckers."

Trying to parse it in a way he actually understood, Dave's mind immediately threw up hardcore BDSM when it came to 'black porn', even though that didn't seem quite right. He leaned back with a faint smirk at Gamzee. "You been watchin' porn when you get bored around here? And you ain't even thought to share? Rude, bro."

"Nobody ever up and motherfuckin' asked!" Gamzee said with a chuckle, turning back over to open up his sylladex again. "Shit, if you want that kinda fuckin' entertainment, all you gotta be doin' is askin', though I dunno how motherfuckin' good it'll be for you. I been hearin' humans ain't got the same motherfuckin' equipment." He waited for the items to cycle through, and his arm jolted up to grab the case of CDs, before he shoved them over, shutting down the HUD of his sylladex.

"Take your motherfuckin' pick, bro. Shit's labeled by the quadrant. Got only a couple pale things, but if you be wantin' any of that shit, go on to Karkat. Dude is all about pale romance shit."

"Oh yeah man, wanna get my hardcore bromance goin' all up in this shit," Dave snorted and flipped through the discs. "Dude, at the point that I dropped my utterly fucked timeline, I already got the whole sex ed shpeil from both Karkat and Terezi. Whatever you got that's any different? I doubt I'll be surprised."

"Shit's different in motherfuckin' visuals, but whatever, you go on ahead and be runnin' that motherfuckin' game, bro." Gamzee flopped back down and snagged the bottle of soda. "Why you gettin' hard up for porn, anyhow? Ain't like you got any mothefuckin' mates or nothin', 'specially on the human end of the spectrum. Got your pure and righteous on real thick."

He shrugged to that. "Not like I got much to say to it, myownself."

"Exactly, I ain't got any motherfuckin' mate, and my hand's gettin' real old real fast, bro." Opening his sylladex, he made sure to toggle the forceful eject so that shit would simply fall into his hands rather than being jettisoned into the wall. He set a bottle of orange soda aside to calm down rather than splattering all over him, and re-captchaloged everything he had sitting out so it wasn't in the way. "Anyway, pop this shit in. Let's go about this from a purely intelletual standpoint. Get my learning in about troll junk that ain't teal."

"Pssh, ain't even hung," Gamzee said as he rolled off the floor into a standing position. "Shit, I know I ain't one to be motherfuckin' picky, but still." He took out the movie and set it aside to put the porn in, amused by the choice in flicks. Before he started it, however, he pulled a pile of pillows out of his sylladex and dropped them onto the floor so he could sprawl comfortably as well, with room to spare for Dave.

As it started, he took a swig of soda, and raised a brow to Dave. "I seen this too many times, it don't do it for me, but whatever."