Tame the High
It's fluff, humor and a bit of dark/playful broromance so yeah you've been warned. No kinky bucket filling though after all there only 13... TavrosxGamzee Homestuck © Andrew Hussie ©
Enjoy!
Be Tavros Nitram…
You believed it was a good morning, well it was better than most anyway. Your four wheel device for once in your life didn't play hard to get. There was no hours of aimless crawling trying to mount you're not so always friendly companion. No, the chair stayed quite still as you hulled yourself up into it. You stroked the wheels a few times sending it flying down the ramp. You squeaked in horror as you careened towards the wall.
You try to slam the brakes but it's kind of hard considering how your legs provide no aid in his desperate maneuver. You close your eyes accepting the incoming pain as always. Your use to the countless bruises you get all the time. You can't remember the last time you skin was free of the cursed marks. A loud honk rang out scaring your eyes open. Your wheelchair comes to a sudden stop, just inches away from the wall. You blinked confused by the turn of events.
You cast your eyes down to see a bright purple horn lodged in the spokes of your chair. You can't help but sigh in relief; a small smile creeping across your face. Even when your bro isn't around he still manages to protect you. You're thankful for once in your life at just how messy and unorganized he is. He's always leaving his belongings around your hive. You figure he kind of just forgets about them; most likely do to his consent high.
You reach down with some effort trying to remove the rather noisy toy. It honks loudly at you as if to protest your troublesome hands. You give it a few tugs but no luck. The toy refuses to be parted from your beloved chair. You give a defeated sigh. You bank that you'll have to try getting it out later before you go to bed. Once in your recuperacoon you figure you can puck it out being on your wheels level and all, you think anyway.
A loud ping startles you from your contemplative thoughts. You gaze over to your desk seeing your husktop light up. You wheel yourself over, cringing as loud honks ring out with every cycle. You really wish the horn would kind of just fall off on its own. A few annoying honks later you make it to your desk. You flip your husktop open and see which one of your friends is bothering you at such an early hour…
terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling adiosToreador [AT]
TC: WhAt Up My MoThErFuCkIn SwEeT RaP BrO?
AT: uH, HEY GAMZEE, I'M DOING GOOD,
TC: ThAt Be WhAt I liKe To HeAr
AT: tHANKS, uH, HOW ARE YOU DOING,
TC: I bE oNe ChIlL fUcKeR bUt I cOuLd Be UsInG yOuR hEaR DucTs BrO, HoNk
AT: uH, YOU NEED MY DUCTS, iM NOT SURE I CAN ACTALLY, yOU KNOW, gIVE THEM TO YOU,
TC: Not LiKe AIl pHySiCaL sPeAkLnG bUt mOtHeRfUcKiN NeEd YoUr OpInIoN
AT: oH, YEAH I CAN LISTEN TO YOU, dO YOU HAVE SOME SICK NEW RHYMES THAT NEED SOME TESTING OUT?
TC: ThAt Be JuSt It My BrOtHeR bUt Im AbOuT tO tAkE tHiS sHiT to ThE nExT lEvEl, HoNk
AT: nEXT LEVEL?
TC: AbOuT mOtHeRfUcKiN bRiNg ThE mAgIc Of ThE wIcKeD eLiXiR aNd MiRaClE pIeS tO sWeEt MoThErFuCkIn LoViNg
AT: uH, yOU MEAN MIXING THEM TOGETHER? i BET THAT WOULD BRING YOUR WILD TALENT OUT, bUT DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THE POWER?
TC: sHiT mAn, I gOt It BrO, I bE a SuBjUgGlAtOr To Be. I gOt ThE mIrAcLeS iNsIdE mE, HoNk
AT: Uh, If YOU SAY SO, i GOT YOUR BACK, wHAT DO YOU NEED ME TO DO?
TC: SwEeT mY fAiRy LoVInG bRo. I gOt My TiN aLl BaKeD aNd ReAdY fOr ThE tEsT. I'm GoInG mAkE mY wAy To YoUr HiVe So YoU cAn SeE tHiS sHiT iN sTyLe.
AT: oKAY I GUESS THAT'S COOL,
TC: HoNk
terminallyCapricious [TC] stopped trolling adiosToreador [AT]
You watch as Gamzee's icon turned grey. You wince nervously to yourself. Even after all these solar sweeps you still feel a bit shy. The purple blood has never judged you no matter what you bought to the table. You're thankful for this. Unlike a certain caps typer who seems more than happy to scream you into the ground any chance he gets.
Gamzee's different even by your culture's standards, polluting his blood with slime pies and fizzy faygo. You can't remember the last time you saw the troll mad. Sure he curses a lot but even that has a certain whimsical tone to it. To most the clown is the biggest fuck up in the class system but for you he'd always be your best bro…
You smile to yourself, fiddling with your fingers. You've always really looked up to the taller boy. I mean you yourself are kind of a disgrace to your race and let such thoughts plague your mind daily. But Gamzee never cared what people had to say about him. He took all the hits with stride; his toothy grin and laugh never fading. You wish you had that ability yourself…
Your lips curl into a nervous frown. How you long to have self-esteem as strong as his. You'd give up almost anything to have it; to take the stringing words with the same confidence and unfazed smile the purple blood always did. Yes you hoped just one day his powers might rub off on you…
You close your husktop wheeling back only to be startled as a loud honk screams out. You'd of jumped out of your chair if you could of but instead you settled on falling out. You grumble as you hit the floor, your upper body strength easily overpowering your weak lower half. Your dizzy eyes look up, a familiar purple horn an inch from your nose.
You glare at the toy. You curse yourself for getting so scared by a mere noise and forgetting about the loud hitchhiker. Something swells inside you; using what little feeling you have in your thighs you manage to pull yourself up. You place your legs Indian style; your annoyed eyes never leaving the horn. You grab ahold of it and tug. You tug so hard you feel like your arms might fall off.
The horn screams in protest as you continue to strangle it. The noises come out choked as you nearly rip the thing in half. A loud snap followed by a large weight, slam into your chest. Your body is pushed backward, head slamming hard against the floor. You let a cry out as orange tears begin to form around your eyes.
Your vision goes blurry before clearing. You look down to see one of your wheelchair's wheels on your chest. You shove the round metal off before crawling to your limp knees. You rub your chest, watching a bruise form. You sniffle trying to get ahold of yourself.
Slowly you crawl over to your device tears threating to fall once more as you look over the damage. This isn't the first time you've broken your friend but you quickly realize the jagged metal can't be fixed yourself. You'll have to call your bots in for the job. One problem, their outside charging and you have no way of reaching them. Its times like this you wish Tinkerbull was there but sadly he's away on a trip for the week. He said something about keeping you off the list…
You bite your lower lip. You feel helpless wishing your damn legs would stop being so broke. You hate asking others for help. You hate to see the pity in their eyes. Your lip quivers as you realize just how bad things are about it get. Gamzee will be here soon. You can't take the idea of your best friend seeing you in such a sad state.
Your eyes flash with deamination. The purple troll lives pretty far from your hive. You still have time to get downstairs and get the bots running. You begin to slither on the floor, headed to the ramp way leading to the bottom floor of your hive. Its slow going and the carpet burns as your shirt rides up but you push the feeling away.
You peer down the long slanted drop. A wave of fear overcomes you. There's only one way to go down, rolling. You know once you start you won't be able to stop most likely ending with you crashing into something. The idea of more pain is not a pleasant one but your only other option is to take the stairs. You've been warned about them countless times and decide rolling to you doom would be the better choice.
You hold your breath, counting in your head, ready to roll on one but you can't seem to go through with it. You spend five minutes in frustration at your own fear. You think about how Rufio would have done it on the first try without blinking an eye. You lay there on your side, a wave of self-pity washing over you. You close your eyes. You'll just wait, you decide. Gamzee will be here soon, he can help you…
As the thought crosses your mind you feel a sharp pain in your chest. You don't care for your decision one bit. You bite your lower lip again almost drawing blood. You want to scream but you know it will only cause your chest to ach more. So you lie there like a brick.
The moment of self-pity turns to alarm as something descends from the ceiling. The black object lands on your stomach. Eight little black eyes look at you as the creature begins to crawl on your bare skin. You screeched as the spider drew closer to your face. You never liked spiders that much and recently they had been getting to be a real problem for you…
You try to brush the hairy legged beast away but it still comes for you. You swear it's after your soul. You rock your body back and forth trying to knock the attacker off. You dip back to far sending yourself tumbling down the ramp. You feel your back slam against the front door. You only have a second to realize what's happening when to door breaks away; the firm surface giving way as you fall backwards. The weight and force of your tumbling horns demolishing the door.
You groan loudly as pain surges through your body. You refuse to open your eyes, the sounds of birds and the wind cross your hear ducts. You're outside realizing you managed to break your own door …
"Whoa motherfucker, you all rights my brother?" Tavros's heart freezes as a familiar voice calls out to him. He can hear his footsteps grow closer. There rather clumsy sounding and he drags his left foot slightly as always.
"Uh, hey Gamzee I'm just… I was… uh….. I'm okay…" the bull troll managed to spit out. He can feel the rush on blood appear on his cheeks as the clown just kneeled down on one knee. Gamzee looked his friend over, a saddened look on his face. Tavros willed his eyes open meeting his friends.
Gamzee's frown soon turned into a smile. "Sweet but man that was some fucking amazing shit; it was like you came out of nowhere. It was like you were flying high, higher than that bro Pupa Pan even," the purple troll just chuckled as he rather drunk like reacted the orange trolls fall.
Tavros watched with a loss of words. Not an ounce of pity was in his friends eyes; in fact Gamzee was just being himself. The shorter boy finally allowed a smile to grace his own lips. He could feel his orange blush fading away as the clown finished his reenactment of his rolling fall.
"But tell me my brother, as cool as that shit was, what made you get all up and crazy falling like that?," the stoner looked at his friend not with judgment but with wonder. Tavros snatched the back of his head soon regretting the action, it was still sore from earlier. He winced a bit.
Gamzee's smile faded a bit but before he could speak Tavros cut him off. "I'm okay! ….Really….uh I just kind of broke my wheelchair cause of a horn getting stuck in it and the horn went flying somewhere …uh I couldn't fix it on my own so I went to get my bots but…uh there outside in the shed….and then there was this spider and…," the shorter troll's run on sentence faded off at the end as he realized how pathetic his whole story sounded.
Gamzee managed to bring his smile back to full swing as he placed a hand on his bros shoulder. "So you're the motherfucker you bought the miracle of the falling horn," said the taller boy as Tavros looked up confused.
"On my way here, out of nowhere this shit comes falling from the sky with its majestic honks. Hit me square in the forehead, the colors it gave me man" Gamzee pulled a purple twisted horn out of his pocket, the very same one that had caused the whole mess from the start.
Tavros fought the retuning orange blush back. His stoned friend didn't seem to care that his horn was broken and for that the shorter troll sighed in relief. "It kind of must have gotten tossed out the window during the thing I guess," almost whispered the bull troll as Gamzee retuned the horn to his pocket, it made a dyeing honk as it slipped away disappearing into the troll's baggy pants.
"It's all cool man; I think I got the motherfucking gist of it. Let's go get those bots," the taller boy stood up heading for the nearby shed. He opened it spying the charging devices clicking them on. The robots spring to life crawling out of the metal shack there sensors guided to where Tavros lay. The boy quietly instructed them to collect his wheelchair. The drones scurried into the house flying up the ramp to the second floor.
Gamzee shut the door coming to rest next to his friend. "I'm sure it will take them fuckers awhile to get that four wheel device all moving again; plenty of time for us to slam some faygos and get this shit done. My pie's all cooled to the perfect temp." the purple blood smiled as he patted the black massager bag carelessly hanging off his shoulder.
"Uh, sure but well I…," Tavros felt his insecurities building up. As much as he wanted to grant his friends request he was in no position to do so with his legs down for the count. The older boy seemed confused giving the other a stupor gaze until the realization of his request managed to sink past his slime infested think pan.
"Ah motherfucker, sorry bro but I got you," said Gamzee scratching the back or his head as he gazed down to where his friend lay. "It's okay, it shouldn't take…" Tavros was caught off guard as he was suddenly pulled up into a pair of strong but slightly clumsy arms. The orange blood blinked a few times before realizing Gamzee had picked him up bridle style.
"No need my brother; robots take a long time to get their shit done. We got to many sick raps to spray out to be wasting time out here." The older boy just smiled down at the younger troll. His eyes held a half-baked look as always. The purple blood never was good at looking someone straight in the eyes. They always seemed to trail off in random directions even making him cross eyed from time to time, a sight that always made Tavros laugh. The boy's makeup and silly honks only helped further his laughter when such an event rose.
The orange blood didn't feel the normal chuckles as Gamzee went cross-eyed for a second. Tavros could feel his heart beat with anxiety as the older boy carried him through his front door less home. He wasn't sure why he felt so scared. It was just Gamzee. They had been friends since they were wrigglers. There was nothing wrong with him simply helping him to his room but still…
The orange blood didn't like nor hate his friends treatment. He neither hated being in his arms nor liked it. All that Tavros found in his emotions was confusion. A confusion that had put him in silence since the older boy had picked him up. It was eating away at him. He had to start a conversion or the two minute trip upstairs would seem like hours.
"Uh, how did you get here so fast?" questioned Tavros feeling ashamed at how lame his question was. Gamzee didn't seem to mind coming to a stop at the staircase. "I up and used my shitty one wheel device. It sure gave me a lot of trouble. Must I've fallen off like fucking 100 times," said the purple blood as he walked up the first step.
"Oh, I guess that makes sense," said the orange blood quietly. Tavros didn't look as the stairs slowly passed him. He fought the urge to put his arms around his friend's neck. He was still quite afraid of them along with cliffs. He didn't feel safe. Gamzee's untied shoes as he clumsly held him didn't make the troll feel any better.
"That miracle horn up and slapped me off my ride actually. I fell down on my face and stuff," said the older boy as they reached the halfway point of the staircase. Tavros could feel his orange blush threaten to return. He never wanted to be the cause of his best bros pain. Gamzee looked down noticing his friend's apologetic eyes.
"Don't worry about it motherfucker, I saved the pie and that's all that matters," as the purple blood finished his words he tipped a bit over his shoelace. Tavros grabbed him without thinking as he felt them slipping forward. The orange blood threw his arms around Gamzee his nails slightly digging into the others back.
Gamzee winced as he felt the tiny claws in his upper back but didn't try to remove them. "Whoa man, sorry about that. Lost my footing a bit but I got you. I won't let you fall can't have my best rap backup going out on me." The purple blood readjusted his grip on Tavros a bit.
The orange troll flushed brightly. He was close to the others face now. Just a few inches stood between them. He could smell the others breathe laced with grape faygo with a whiff of slime mixed in. The orange blood's face was buried into the others chest. Tavros could hear Gamzee's heartbeat. It was slow and lazy much like his personality. His body was just as relaxed as he was.
"Sorry," stuttered the younger troll as he pushed his face back, afraid to look into his friend's eyes. Gamzee lifted his chin up having a hard time hearing him. "No need to be, I mean stairs can be nasty business besides your just doing what you got to do," said the older boy tightening his grip on the younger troll once more. Tavros knew the jester was one to provide comfort but instead it made things rage harder in the young boy's think pan.
Gamzee could see he was still unconvinced they could make it up the stairs without a mishap. The purple blood thought for a moment trying to get through his slimed think pan. Finally, it came to him. A wide toothy smile crossed his lips. Tavros looked nervous as the high blood removed his hand from his chin.
"I got an idea. Go with me on this one but you got to motherfuckin trust your bro here," said the purple troll as he put his hands on the orange blood's waist. Tavros nodded slightly too afraid to say no, they were so far up and the stairs looked painful. He almost yelped as Gamzee held him by his waist the younger boy's limp legs an inch off the ground.
Tavros dangled there confused by the sheer look of determination on his friend's face. Suddenly, without warning the purple blood held him up higher, his hands intertwined now with the orange bloods. Tavros watched as the other licked his lips in focus. The younger troll could feel the tension building, the fear of the unknown future clouding any attempts for him to relax.
"Let's do it," said Gamzee as he, with surprising strength, flipped Tavros clear over his head. The orange blood seemed dazed as he came to rest on the other back. The orange bloods heart was racing as he processed what just happened. Gamzee's arms were behind his back to support the troll.
"Now if you could grab my neck and turn yourself around, will be good," commanded the purple blood quietly as he could feel the weight and awkward position wearing on his arms. Tavros blinked before realizing the other had spoken. "Uh, K I'll try," the orange blood shifted slightly afraid to let go of the others hands. "You can do it, you got mad upper strength remembers?" coaxed his friend as the low blood released one of his hands to wrap around Gamzee's neck.
Tavros willed his other hand to loop with his first. He was now hanging around Gamzee's shoulders and neck. He managed to spin himself around with a little help from the purple blood. The young troll shivered a bit as the Gamzee placed his hands under his thigh region forming a kind of chair. The older troll didn't mind bending them backward since most of the other boy's weight was on his shoulders.
"There kind of like a piggy back. This way if we fall… you'll fall on me not the other way around," said the stoner as he began to climb again slightly leaning forward so if he tripped he wouldn't fall backwards. Tavros nodded not sure what to do with his head as they ascended the stairs. Nervously he rested it on top of Gamzee's. "Thank you," he said, temped to bury his face in the others hair until the ride was over. They whole thing was embarrassing and it seemed to grow more so with every passing second.
"Us bros got to have each other backs you know? Don't sweat it little fairy fucker," the older boy's words were playful as they continued up the stairs. Tavros could feel his blush finally fade. His chin rested in the others soft locks without a sound. Gamzee's hair smelled different then he imagined it would. The soft scent of the sea came to his nose first followed by the faint smell of white jasmine. Finally, a whiff of green tea completed the set. Tavros wondered why he picked that particular shampoo. Regardless of the reasons, it was a pleasant combination. Without thinking much he nuzzled into the older boys hair as they reached to top of the stairs.
Gamzee stopped, eyes looking up at his buddy. Tavros had his eyes closed lost in the wonderful scent. The older troll could feel the younger's snuggling. A soft smile crossed his lips. His bro finally trusted him. For some reason this made the purple blood extremely happy. He felt a warm wave wash over him.
"Like my hair or something," said Gamzee breaking the other from his trance. Tavros bolted up embarrassed by his own lack of self-control as well as being caught red handed. "Uh, sorry," he said almost losing his grip on the others neck. Gamzee just laughed. "It's cool man, my hair must be a miracle today" said stoner as he made his way to Tavros's room.
The orange troll didn't comment as Gamzee entered his room. The robots were already there dragging his wheelchair pass them. He barely focused on them, instead all his thoughts were on the boy directly below him. Just for a moment his think pan had been clear but once Gamzee spoke all the confusion came crashing back.
"Hmm, I guess I'll all up and put you on the motherfucking couch over there," the purple blood managed to cross the room without tripping over the various stuffed animals and Fiduspawn cards that were scattered everywhere.
"Thanks bro," said Tavros relieved to have some space away from the older troll. The orange blood wiggled around till he was content with his sitting position. Gamzee just nodded before taking a seat next to him. "No big deal but now we get our pie on!" said Gamzee happily pulling his treat from his bag. A little bit of purple drool on his lips as the fresh miracle filled his nostrils.
"Uh, I'll pass I don't think I'm ready for that level of swag," commented Tavros with a little bit of a nervous chuckle. He would never tell his friend that he rather disliked the taste of slime. The orange blood had tried it once and nearly regurgitated all his pervious meals. He had calmly explained to Gamzee that the edible miracles were just too much for him to handle. The purple blood accepted his reasoning without argument happy to finish the rest of the pie himself.
"Right forgot your insides can't take this shit. Who knows if mine can hold all the miracles baked up in this here motherfucker," said Gamzee as his licked across the pies top. A combination of dark purple faygo and lime green slime covered his tongue. The older boy's eyes went wild with colors as he took his first bite.
Tavros watched with extreme anxiety as his friend just about smashed his face into the baked goods, eating the concoction at an alarming rate. Purple and green smeared across his face as loopy chuckles escaped his mouth. Tavros watched as the purple blood opened a bottle of faygo to wash the remaining bits down.
The pie tin was spotless, not one drop of the combo left. The orange blood had never seen him eat a pie so quickly well under a minute. He hoped his friend wouldn't get a stomach ache but the younger troll was more worried by the strange look that crossed his friends face. Gamzee turned to him wide goofy grin but somehow it seemed to be darker. His chuckles were getting lower and deeper.
"This shit motherfucker. I've never seen these shades of color! Shit motherfucker!" the high blood was leaning in closer almost laughing like a madman. Tavros leaned as far away from the older troll as possible. Gamzee was more out of it than boy had ever seen him. The troll was a far-cry from his normal happy stoner self. "Uh, are you okay," asked Tavros shaking slightly as Gamzee continued to laugh.
"I feel so motherfucking free! I feel like I can finally see!" said the purple blood grabbing Tavros by the shoulders as he spoke. The orange blood trembled as Gamzee leaned in forward his lips just an inch from his hear duct. Tavros didn't know what to do. His friend had finally lost it and he had no way to remove himself from the couch. The bull troll could only sit there and take whatever the high blood dealt out.
"Were goanna make some motherfucking miracles, just you and me; just wait and see," said Gamzee as he whispered into the others duct. Tavros continued to sake without a sound. His voice was locked. He tried to make himself speak but couldn't. His heart swelled as the other slowly withdrew evil grin still present.
"I've got the sickest minds and finest rhymes so back me up brother as we throw this shit," said the purple blood as he jumped on the top of the couch. He was baked beyond reaching, leaving Tavros to hold his preaching. The orange blood decided to pay along afraid of what the other might do if he didn't.
"I'm hooking you up with a verse and then you slam the chorus," said Gamzee as he perched like a frog atop the couch. He was smiling in blissful glee. The whole scene made Tavros's think pan spin in circles. Fear, confusion and something else washed over him as he nodded his reply. The high blood seemed satisfied ready to jam…
Motherfucker
My slimes been taken
Dope is how I rhyme
Then the surface be shaking
Stars glitter like ice
This shit is goanna make you piss lice
Clock, lock and roll
This is how I troll
Gamzee paused and looked over at Tavros with a wide expecting grin. The orange blood knew it was his turn to come up with a sick chorus but fear was clouding his pan. He stumbled over his words until he just spit something out randomly. ..
Uh,… Whoop de dee
Whoop de do
Uh,… Whatever then
Fuck you…
Tavros felt embarrassed as the words left his mouth. They were pretty bad even by his standards. Gamzee stopped and stared at him a moment. Suddenly his smile widened. "That's what I'm talking about, don't for get to add some honks fucker," said the high blood as he jumped to the ground. He landed with a sharp thud, crouching like a lion hunting his prey. Tavros just sat there, eyes looking to the ground as his friend continued…
Alternians on drugs
Mr. Faygo showing his love
Trolls be raping hugs
Eating all deem lovie doves
Status ain't worth shit for what you fight
Cast boot and system tight
Rocking thrash and kicking roll
Fuck your shit and save your soul
Tavros looked up seeing Gamzee staring at him purple drool hanging from his mouth. His eyes were growing crazier by the minute. The boy forced himself to stare into them. His friend needed him. He couldn't turn his back on the high blood now even if he was off at the moment…
Uh,… Whoop de dee
Whoop de do
Uh,… Whatever then
Fuck honk honk you…
Gamzee laughed loudly before pouncing on a nearby stuffed animal. He threw it into the air ripping its body in two as it came to rest in his hands once more. He ripped the stuffing with his teeth spitting it out. Tavros watched the plush murder take place. He winced at just how much his friend had lost his marbles…
Warp our minds
These fuckers can bleed
High bloods and low bloods are all I see
Clowns running down the street
All these fuckers fall to their feet
Colors plague the eyes
The rainbow ride taking flight
This shit is goanna be tight
Tavros knew that letting the older boy ride his high out would be his best bet. Gamzee was always eating slime and faygo, surely he didn't hold a high long from them. His body had surely gained some tolerance to them…
Uh,… Whoop de dee
Whoop de do
Uh,… Whatever then
Fuck honk honk you…
Gamzee jumped again this time landing on the window seal. The high blood dropped the toy. He turned his back to the cripple and stared out the window. A low chuckle sounding as he continued.
Motherfucking rainbows
Their miracles stealing your pan
I'm quite the fan
This shit is slick so let it stick
The dark carnival can go to hell
To barter, pawn and sell
Dead bodies down
Here we go
Get ready for another show
Tavros was highly alarmed by the boy's last comment, Gamzee bashing his own views? The troll had truly become primal. He was beyond this time and place. The orange blood could barely spit his chorus out.
Uh,… Whoop …Uh, … de dee
Uh,… Whoop …Uh, …de do
Uh,… Whatever … then
Fuck honk… honk you…
Tavros stuttered the whole thing as the purple blood turned to look at him. His eyes were glowing deep violet. He licked his lips as he stared at the orange blood. In a flash he jumped landing on the couch a few feet away from the boy…
These laws
Make my skin crawl
These rules need to be schooled
The spectrum falling into hecktum
Motherfucking rainbows
Flood the streets
All the colors come to feed
System gone down the pissing stream
The high blood started crawling towards Tavros. His nails scraping the fabric as he went. The low blood was too scared to sing his part. Never in his life did he ever think he'd fear his best friend…
Miracles, Miracles, Miracles
Are all I believe
All I see
All I need
All here to make you motherfucking free…
Gamzee finished as he pushed Tavros on his back. The orange blood struggled but the high blood easily pinned him down. His tongue was hanging out. Purple drool began to fall on Tavros's shirt as Gamzee leaned in closer to his face. He was just an inch from his lips.
Tavros shook like a leaf as his friend began to speak. "You're the best motherfucking rap partner ever bro. You're all up and be my best bro, all my red hearts are bleeding" the taller boy finished as he licked Tavros from the chin to the top of his forehead. The young boy was stunned as the purple saliva dripped down his face...