wHoA ShIt.

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» 11/11 is a very special date anyways, going by what everyone says. You would probably take the entire day to figure out what the deal was with the date, then laugh because wow what a funny coincidence. With the hand on your hip, your own lowered to fall against it, your fingers hooking into his shirt to yank him closer to you as he wiggled around. What a dork. Seriously.

» When he broke away with another thing to say, you looked at him almost concerned for a moment,  but when you heard it, all you could do was smile again. He was right, wasn’t he? He seemed to like you how you were and… even though you saw yourself in such a terrible light… Maybe it really was time to start working on this issue. To simmer down and let it go. » Your hand rubbed down to slip under his shirt, fingers coaxing over the tone of his muscles from his navel to his chest. You nodded slowly.

I guess I have to accept that don’t I? I’ll not argue, for now.

» You mumble to him, letting him know simply that you would try, before you suddenly blurt.

Fuck, I love you so much, you really have no idea Gamzee… 

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> You laugh and scoot up closer to him when he tugs at you, and after a moment's consideration, you roll onto your back and tug him to lay over you instead.  It's hard to get in a comfortable position when he's so short in comparison to you, but this seemed pretty good.

> Exhaling a quiet, but slightly shaky and heavy breath, you close your eyes and just revel in his touch, the one at his hip moving to inch around and drape over his lower back in a half assed hug, rubbing at the opposite hip instead.  It seemed to offer a little more comfort.  At least to you.  Knowing you were holding him and keeping him close to you and everything.

Best not got any complaints.  It's all motherfuckin' kinds of true, Karkat.  Freckles ain't imperfections, but are as beautiful as spots of color on a butterfly.

> With a smirk, you move the hand from his hair down to wrap it around his shoulders.

And just like a cocoon, I be all wrappin' you up in layers of reassurin' love, so that uncertainty will be flyin' away, and that confidence and inner beauty will be takin' wing.  You know that whole sayin', right?  That one, 'confidence is sexy?'

> Your smirk grows more playful and taunting, and you raise your eyebrows at him in as jokingly a seductive manner as you can manage.

Ehh?  ... I love you, too.  Ain't got such a right lovin' you as much as I do, I think. 

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» You listen to his words closely, and your attention is obvious as you press small kisses to his chin and jaw while he talks. You’re still smiling, and it only grows as he begins to kiss your fingers, which lightly twitch and touch his cheek when he’s moved to your wrist. You felt like this was some spanish soap opera, and it had you snickering in your throat as you thought for a moment to set up what you wanted to respond with. 

Sí, voy a ser tuyo. Por siempre y para siempre.

» Thank god you were multi lingual. Thank god for college. You could make this even cheesier. Your sleepy attitude had you looking hella dopey with the smile.

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> You bite at your lip when your grin widens, wriggling a bit against him on the mattress.  Yes, yes, yes.  Fuck yes.  This is going to be a good day, you can tell right now, it's going to be the best kind of day.  If not the best one ever.  You have to make a mental note of it.  11/11/12.  Ha.  HA.  You should have waited a month and a day to propose this one, but eh.  You've waited long enough.  Maybe 12/12/12 can be some really ~*~ special ~*~ date.  You'll have to contemplate what to make of that later.

> Cup his face again and press another rough kiss to his lips, and let your hands roam, one up his arm and down his side to rub gingerly at his hip, the other to move up and curl into his hair.  You break away after a moment of reveling in it to purr at him shortly.

Mm.  Somethin' else I gotta up and be tellin' you, and you better not be sayin' any disagreements here, because I up and mean every bit of it.  Eres tan jodidamente hermoso.  Just the way you are.  Perfecto.  Siempre lo has sido.  Yeah?

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» You kiss him back a little more readily this time and your hand came up to cup his cheek. Your fingers coaxed gently over his cheek bone as you listened to what he had to say. In the end, you were sort of smiling like an idiot. You felt… dense. And sort of dumb.

You know, if you want me all to yourself you should just say it straight out. I mean, I’m a man of words and shit like that, but that doesn't mean I’m not a dense fucker at the same time.

» You lean in and press your lips against his another time yourself.

Because, if you asked, maybe I’d be more than willing to calm it down. Be just for you, yanno…

» Your fingers ran down, curling against his throat.

Hearing that though, I mean I know I’m normally an ass about this shit but, I feel kind of good hearing how you feel, and knowing it’s not just me.

I’m a jealous asshole.

All. The. Time.

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> Snort at his little self description.  Yeah, okay, so he got the general idea.  And yeah, you probably could have taken that approach.  Life sure is complicated when ' I love you ' can be platonic or not nearly so.  You lean into the kiss for the length of time it lasts, and even a bit after he starts to pull away, but there's time for kissing more after you talk.

Haha.  Sometimes a brother just up and can't find the words he's bein' in need of, you know?  Can't be gettin' it across all correct or nothin'.  Been a lot of things knockin' around up in my head awhile, but I ain't been too great at figurin' a good time to be sayin' none a 'em.  Wanna gonna be askin' you stuff awhile ago, but then the hospital all came up and then I didn't wanna be askin' there, because Kankri's all been there and that mighta been up and awkward, and ...  I didn't think that'd be much a good time for none a this talk, either. 

> You couldn't pretend you weren't grinning no matter what bullshit you wanted to try.  Instead, you drop your hand to take his and bring it up to your lips, pressing light little kisses against his fingers and then to his palm and wrist.

¿Quieres ser mia, toda mia? 

> Even if he pretty much told you to say it blatantly, you're still a bit sheepish on the matter, and it shows.

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» With all of his talking you made a face. You wouldn’t get it? As if.

Just spit it out then.

» You huff, and when you’re assaulted by kisses  your eyes shut tight, and you let it go. One after another after another, and when he kisses you on the lips, you return it, and listen to what he has to say.

» And all at once you went deathly white before flushing. That wasn’t the small time ‘i love you bro’ thing was it. You blinked up at him and your brows furrow. Why would he say that so seriously to you?

Wh-What? I. Well I mean of course you do and I. Love you too but.

» You just. Look at him for a moment.

I mean. Hm.

» Sure, you said it to him seriously sometimes, and played it up to be rather… platonic but it never really was and right now for some reason it caught you off guard.

I love you too… 

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> You simply look at him for a long moment, not sure if he got what you were attempting to get across or not.  He looked just as confused as you felt right now, and it was hard to say, in all honesty.  Setting your jaw, you consider everything, then just lean in to kiss him again, more gingerly this time, but you hold it longer this time before you separate.

Uh.  I know I ain't up and bein' around all too much, but I maybe sometimes get to thinkin' 'bout how you tend to be all pissy and shit when I'm off with Davebro or anyone else, and I been considerin' about all the stuff I be seein' you talkin' about, all ...

> Lifting a hand, you wave it in a circle in the air.

Coqueta y un beso beso, y lo que ...  And maybe I might be gettin' kinda codicioso about it, and I been thinkin' maybe I should be tellin' you about that.  And what I up and came up with is tellin' you that and maybe figurin' you'd get what I'm gettin' at. 

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Way to treat me like some little kid.

» You roll your eyes though you enjoy every moment. You scrunch your face up before sighing, pressing a brief kiss to his chin.

Alright, alright. I’m calm, you know I just hate when ANYONE pulls that crap. That, we need to talk but I’m not gonna talk right away so you can dwell and fret over impossible reasons that I would want to.

» You squint at him then sighhhh and hunker down.

So, whats up Gamzee?

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I ain't up and bein' no bearer of bad news, Bro, I promise you that one right now.  It might be all up and kinda weird but methinks it's kinda obvious anyway, but I don't think you up and get it none really unless I'm gonna be pushin' it at you.

> Turn your head down and press a flurry of kisses to his face after he gets comfortable.  Good.  Much better.  Yes.  All of the kisses for your precious Karkat.  Cup his face after a moment and pull his face up, stealing one kiss right on the mouth, pulling back just enough to speak.

I love you. 

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» You slipped your arms around him, snuggled in, absorbed his warmth all you could. He was so warm, made you happy as fuck right now. You sigh, you’ll answer for now.

Alright. I made myself breakfast, couldn’t eat all of it though, only got the eggs down before my stomach started killing me.

» You make a slightly grumpy noise, then looked back up into his face, brows furrowing.

Now your turn, you’re making me anxious Gamzee.

What’s going on?

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> Smile just a bit despite yourself.  Maybe it wasn't much, but he's eating, and goddamnit, that's something to be pretty proud of him for.  You brush his hair back and lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Well, that's all up and bein' more than nothin', Karbro.  I'm all proud of you and everythin', gettin' yourself some eats.

> Offer him an amused look even if he looks pretty distressed.

Hey, I ain't got no bad news or nothin', promise.  Calm yourself down first and I'll be tellin' ya. 

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» You poke your head back up a little more than it had been and tuck the blankets under your chin. You give him a tired smile of sorts.

Hey.

» You tug the blanket up a bit, holding it up, offering for him to join you under the covers.

What have you been up to, hmm? And whats this about words?

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> You hesitate a moment this time, but after a moment, move to scoot yourself under the blanket with him, moving to curl up around him since otherwise your feet are gonna be stickin' out the bottom end of the bed.  No thanks on looking stupid.  You're clowny enough.

How you feelin'?

> Avoid the question for now with a question more important.  That's clearly the way to go.  Keep petting him, though, because why the fuck now.  Precious Karkat. 

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» Now that your door was set up, you were curled up in your bed with your blanket pulled over your head. You were soooo done. Yawning you hugged the pillow under your bed even though you knew you couldn’t go back to sleep.

» You could at least curl up.

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> Slink right inside after arriving at the house, stopping only to swap out your shoes, then head right to the bedroom.  Some thing are placed differently than where you put them yourself, but oh well, you'd only been in here twice or something before, you can only guesstimate so much.

Hey, Karbro.

> Grin at him sheepishly as you stalk over to his bed, and sit down carefully on the edge of it, reaching over to stroke a hand through his hair. 

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MAYBE. MAAAYBE. BUT I’M TOO LAZY TO MOVE. YOU COME HERE. UGH. CATER TO MEEEE.

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> Snort at your laptop, then shut it after checking his submission.  What a fucking dork.  Cute, though.  Who couldn't love this guy?  Roll onto your hands and knees, then crawl off to find Karkat where you left him, and clamber right up onto it, and move to squish yourself against his side so you're not laying on his lap or on top of him at all.

" I ain't all knowin' that song too well, but I can up and pamper the shit out of you iffin' that's what you're lookin' for, Karbro. " > Grin at him. 

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NO, NO I’M NOT MOODY.

ACTUALLY TO BE HONEST THAT MADE ME SMILE STUPIDLY AND I’M GOING TO BLAME IT ON THE DRUGS THEY SENT ME HOME WITH WHETHER I’VE BEEN TAKING THEM STEADILY OR NOT.

OR I CAN BLAME IT ON THE WINE, EITHER OR IS A POSSIBILITY.

NOW STOP THAT, AS MUCH AS I’M SURE YOUR TONGUE COULD HELP, SNRK.

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bLaMe wHaTeVeR YoU AlL Be wAnTiN' tO BlAmE, bUt yOu kNoW YoU WaNt a pIeCe oF ThIs, BrOtHeR.  YoU AlSo kNoW I'M AlL KiNdS Of dOwN FoR ThAt iF YoU'Re uP AnD FeElIn' OkAy.  i'm aLwAyS Up fOr tHiS KiNdA ThInG If iT'S YoU.  ;o)

cOmE OvEr hErE, cOmE GeT SoMe lOvIn'.  <3 

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TC: wHoOoA, i DoN’t ThInK i EvEr SeEn A hUmAn AlIeN mE bEfOrE, bUt ThAt’S aLl KiNdS oF mOtHeRfUcKiN tIgHt.

TC: AiN’t ToO mUcH gOiN oN wItH mY oWn SeLf, My BrOtHeR, jUsT bEeN kIcKiN tHe WiCkEd ShIt AnD tRyIn To FiGuRe MySeLf SoMe KiNd Of EnTeRtAiNmEnT.

TC: wHaT aBoUt YoUrSeLf?

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i kEeP SeEiN' aLl yOu wIcKeD AlIeN BrOs, AnD I'M AlL KiNdS Of cOnFuSeD AbOuT ThIs aNd sHiT.  I DoN'T Be gEtTiN' iT MuCh, SiNcE I AiN'T GoT A ClUe wHaT YoU AlIeNs rEaLlY AlL ArE, bUt iT'S ToTaLlY PrEtTy cHiLl sEeIn' EvErYoNe.

Oh mAn.  yEaH, gOtTa hAtE WhEn tHeRe aIn't mUcH Of nOtHiN' tO Be dOiN'.  iT'S AlL KiNdS Of bLoWiN', MaN.  :o(  YoU ShOuLd gEt yOuR GaMe oN WiTh oNe oF YoUr bRoS Or sOmEtHiN'.  wHeN I'M AlL KiNdS Of bOrEd wItH KaRbRo, If hE AiN'T AlL Up aNd bUsY WrItInG, i gEt hIm tO GaMe wItH Me.

JuSt sItTiN' bAcK, eNjOyIn' ThE FiRePlAcE, bRoThEr.  It's aLl kInD Of wEiRd hOw tHiS ThInG WoRkS, iT'S GoT ThIs aSh tRaY ThInG AnD It hAs a gRaTe oVeR It tHaT YoU CaN AlL Be sLiDiN BaCk aNd fOrTh aNd sTuFf, AnD iT'S LiKe, WhOa hOlY ShIt.  kArKaT JuSt uP AnD GoT OuT Of tHe hOsPiTaL So i gOtTa bE WaTcHiN' hIm aNd sTuFf. 

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NO I HAD A TOASTED BAGEL. IT WAS KINDA CRUNCHY AND SHIT MAYBE IT SCRATCHED ME.

STUPID MOUTH.

I HATE MY MOUTH.

BLUH.

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Am i aLl uP AnD AlLoWeD To bE MaKiN' aLl tHeSe jOkEs lIkE My tOnGuE CaN Be mAkIn iT FeEl bEtTeR Or aRe yOu sTuCk uP In yOuR MoOdY ThInG?

DoN'T WaNt yOu bEiN' aLl kInDs oF MoOdY Or nOtHiN' 'BoUt nO JoKe. 

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I DON’T KNOW. I HAVE ALL THESE SLICES AND GROOVES IN THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH? UGGHHH.

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yOu bEeN EaTiN' aNyThInG AlL ShArP LiKe cHiPs?

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wHoA.  iT'S AlL Up aNd lIkE.  tHe tRoLl aLiEn mE AgAiN.  :o)  i sTiLl dOn't eVeN Be gEtTiN' tHiS StUfF, bUt cOoL ShIt.  WhAt's aLl aNd uP WiTh yOu, My aLiEn bRoThEr?

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snooze its snowing here 

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When he speaks is when he’s suddenly there, as though he were cloaked, and the cloak came down with the tone of voice and the vibrations of syllables. Your head perked a little before you slumped back against the bed. You opened your mouth, spoke, eyes halfway closed, and all you were doing was babbling nonsense before you found your standing and cleared your throat.

“Ah… Er… They do that, just for you…” You mutter raspily, your voice temporarily butchered from the process of coughing like a lunatic as you had. You shifted a little and lift your hand, which is a limp noodle. All you do is attempt to pet his hair back as you frowned.

Shifting a little you squinted. “How are you? Do you know where Kankri went to? Is he still in the cafeteria?” You try not to lean into the back of the bed so much, but on your own, you’re swaying dumbly.

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You offer him a slightly confused look at the first statement, but shrug it off and lean into his hand a bit, nuzzling into the attention with a contented noise.  " Mm.  I'm doin' fine, nothin' to be worryin' about or anythin', Karbro.  You got enough to be frettin' about right here. "  You reach forward and pat his stomach lightly but pointedly.

Taking your hand back, you place it on his arm instead, and rub your thumb absently over it, rolling your tongue to mock a purr for him.  He likes it and you know it, so why not amuse him for a little while with it?  It doesn't hurt anyone.  And it's easy to do anyway.

" Mm.  Yeah, Kankri's all up and hangin' out with Lozzy right now.  They're talkin', so they'll probably be a few hours knowin' your little bro.  Unless Lozzy brings up seein' you and all. "  Snort. Probably likely since Kurloz seems to like Karkat, but you wonder how long Kankri would last on the subject.

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most of my attention is over on kankri's blog.  so yeah i'll be mostly there unless you're karkat.  ~*~  what else is new.  im sorry one day ill interact w/ more people omg.