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Oh.

Oh fuck.

It isn't.

It can't be.

"Gamzee," Karkat breathes.

It's his stupid, ridiculous, pan-cracked moirail. Here. In Panem. Karkat would know that dopey grin anywhere. He hadn't seen enough of it on the meteor.

"Holy fuck, Gamzee, what the shit are you doing here?"

He ain't never seen this motherfucker up in person before. He had grey words and a shining screen what all to get gander on at in them dark nights. Maybe pictures got being sent once at some time he can't get about recalling. Maybe they didn't.

But a brother knows his Best motherfucking friend. He's to be hearing them sweet expletives, spoken up in a voice that's real angry but a whole lot more than all that too, and seeing this tiny little nubby brother come on at him what's making that wicked noise? A brother knows.

"Best friend?" Besides, he's got that good feeling there. That special one. He walks on over to Karkat, saying, "Whoa motherfucker! Check out these motherfucking shitbit hapenstances getting up at to subsistence. I was just thinking at of you and here you be! Like a miracle."

"That's not a miracle, dumbass, it's a coincidence," Karkat complains. And then, after checking both ways to make sure nobody's there to see, he gives the other troll a brief hug, just for a couple seconds before letting go of him. "I've missed you," he says, looking up at Gamzee's face--and oh fuck, oh fuck, there's no scars there, he's close enough to see if they'd be there under the facepaint and they're not.

Jegus fuck, did he just lavish blatant pale affection on someone who isn't even his moirail yet?

Why was he such a moron?

Motherfuck. Brother's to be getting his hugbump on, ain't that just the wickedest of shit? Motherfucker ain't even getting on to afraid at to be getting on doing it. He's got all them warm fuzzies up inside, hugging his tiny brother back real nicelike. He wishes a brother would hug more, longer, like all he wants, but Gamzee ain't to be keeping what ain't wanting to be kept.

"Miracles," Gamzee says fond, calling it as it is and arguing in the same breath. "Motherfucker, I was just talking on at to you recentlike, haha. If you was wanting to be talking more you should've just up and got saying so. You know at I'm always to be getting them desirings up in this husk on at to talking to you. Best friend."

He sees Karkat working them wicked doubts. It's just like how all he got seeing it when it was just being text, like them grey caps got all wrapping up around him. He hopes maybe a brother will settle all soon enough.

"What were we talking about?" Karkat asks, a little guardedly. Depending on what Gamzee answers, maybe he can place where he is on their respective timelines. "Also, uh, did they bring you here to fight? Or just as part of their weird thing where they're bringing important people to other people? Because if they did that, then they obviously fucked up on the job when they didn't bring you to D1 with De's human parent thing."

Gamzee's smile drops for a second and he scratches at the back of his head, trying to think. And then he needs to be all figure what things he's being wanted answered first. Fuck.

"I think at you was to be getting all rancourous like up on as to what's being... fuck, I forget, maybe it was your computers and shit? Or your motherfucking... ain't weren't there being some movie what all came out and you was like... yelling at some motherfuckers up on over the interwebbings cause they was being wrong up on shit? You called me a motherfucking frothing shitsponged stooge what all couldn't be knowing right romance up and done proper if all he was being sat up between them on the pail with my ass be getting stuck in it or some motherfucking thing, haha. Then you was saying you'd be talking at to me later, cause you had on for important shit what to do."

He smiles down at his Best friend, real fond. He stands there for a moment before remembering there was other things what'd been asked.

"Oh, and uh, I ain't to be knowing if I'm is to fight. Sounds like a bummer for true it all does. I guess as I was brought to see a whole bunch of fuckers what is being new. Got our greet on good we did. Did you know there's being like two motherfuckers what is looking like me? Motherfucking miracles, I tell you. The fuck's D1 being?"

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"District One," Karkat responds, frowning, as he searches his memories for that exact conversation, only it sounds pretty much like every night he'd talked to Gamzee over the second half of his fifth sweep. "The Capitol humans grabbed a bunch of people to be their gladiatortainers for this stupid reality tv war reparations bullshit they uses to control the rest of their population. For the trolls that's me and Terezi and Nepeta and some adults who are supposedly our ancestors. They bring us back from the dead but it still sucks decaying cholerbear bulge. There's two assholes who look me too, except one of them is pretty okay. The other's a giant pus-filled dicksack, though."

"Aw, brother, it gets me all an aching right up in this here bloodbeater to be finding a motherfucker been getting his hurt and sadness up and on," He says, a frown fleeting across his features.

"But on the dim side, bro, you guys is all having each other ain't you? That's gotta be as making for something good, getting up as what's being a team, all them righteous brothers and sister up hand in motherfucking prong what to be getting a look out on for one another. Sounds for something motherfucking beautiful. Man. I am all looking on this place with all thems districts and being like, with the divisionals and shit. Why's it gotta be like that? Think as I'm all having on for less understandings up at for that than the fucking... colors and shit what be making things all in their funny ass little patterns up at home. You feel me, dogg? All kinds of motherfucking conundrums be of we, what ain't being near close to the comprehendings done at true."

And all in this, there's his Best Friend. So motherfucking smart. He's all knowing how all this is to be, even if he's got his grieviations up over it harsh. Gamzee knows if a brother just got to chilling, he wouldn't be near such as like to a tizzy. Gamzee sways idly on the spot, to amuse himself.

"Yo, its good though, right? I got my meet on for you, you got a wicked greet up at your mirrorbros... My mirrorbros kinda motherfucking scare me, haha. But it's aight. Me and he and we is all being chill. We got our slam on legit like night motherfucking one, brother all taking charge like he was being a captain or some shit. He seems to being knowing what all he's doing though enough what to be keeping shit up on the real for this brother. Hey! Maybe yours can all be helping you out too!"

It's so nice, being able to help people...

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Karkat lets Gamzee's stupid babbling just wash over him. It had always used to piss him off when Gamzee used to do this before Sgrub, but now... now it was kind of nice. A reminder of an easier time, when everything was so much less fucked up.

"One of mine has," he says, "but the other one's a giant hateful asshole and couldn't help his way out of a pressed wood pulp storage container. And-- look, normally I'd give you shit for being afraid of other trolls, but he kinda scares the fuck out of me too. He's a fucking psychopath and that he looks so much like you only makes it worse."

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Well fuck, if that ain't bringing a brother right on down, as all to be weight up on a motherfucker's ankles.

"...Sorry a brother's face got on being scary, Best friend. I ain't weren't motherfucking meaning it to be. Both them motherfuckers got on working things with this ninja's face what at I didn't think could be. But that's what the paint is being about, right? Showing as without what's up ins. I even made on sure I got my smile painted up friendlylike, see?" He touches at both cheeks, marking on the corners of his painted on smile and smiling for real with it.

"Hey, maybe you can be all closing your eyes or something up instead. I'll tell you if all you is about to run into something." This is totally a good motherfucking idea and not one what all would end badly.

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"Yeah," Karkat says, miserable suddenly. Because if he focuses on the facepaint then, yeah, he can remember it's Gamzee, but if he doesn't--

--and even knowing it's Gamzee--

--he can't help but remember the dream, the accusations and Gamzee's flesh melting away, where the only reason he hadn't woken himself up screaming had been Terezi waking him up first.

He shivers.

"Maybe we should go to my block," he mumbles.

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To his block? Well dang.

"Sure thing, best friend. You lead the motherfucking way."

And he ignores the shiver because he doesn't know what to do about it-- that Karkat would be wanting anyway. He ain't never seen his bro so down, up in his remembrances.

Karkat leads him to his block and there's the remnant of the last pile he made with Signless on the floor and it would probably be easy to reuse it for this but he's pretty sure that reusing piles when you're two-timing people is even more despicable than the actual two-timing. So instead he grabs a bunch of sweaters from the garment subblock and makes them into the pile instead.

He sits down on one side and looks expectantly up at Gamzee and tries to squish any (sadly valid) fear of his dumb clown to where it won't fuck things up any worse than he'd fuck things up anyway.

Holy shit. Holy motherfuck. Was his... was his best friend all getting request on to... to pile with him?

Holy mirthful motherfucking shit, is this... what all he thinks it could be?

Gamzee stares, maw agape just that teensy little bit. He blinks. And then some more. Karkat doesn't look to happy about this but Gamzee ain't know what the motherfuck else this could be. Which probably means he's figuring shit wrong.

He looks around the room, back to karkat in a pile, to the floor. He starts sinking down to the floor all motherfucking a-wonder what all he's supposed to be doing. He ain't breathing none until he knows.

Once Gamzee's close to sitting Karkat pulls him into the pile. "So, uh, there's a lot of really good reasons for this not to happen," he says, not really looking at Gamzee, because he's too nervous. "Or there was. I mean, I'm a complete fuckup and I'm scared of you sometimes and even though I'm, like, a master of romance in the abstract sense I'm not always perfect with it in the applied sense. And-- and there's some stuff going on with me and my ancestor, it's a little complicated. And if this was back home-- well, back home I didn't deserve to be in a quadrant with anyone, least of all someone like you, because I was just going to probably get culled at Conscription anyway and even if I didn't... well, I'd still die long before you. But..."

He still can't look at Gamzee's face. He's terrible at this. "I need to tell you something," he whispers. "Before-- before we figure anything else out. Because... because I'm... I'm not an ashamed maroon or whatever you'd guessed before. I'm a mutant. I'm off-spectrum."

His whole body is tense. It's stupid, Gamzee was just going to find out later with no ill effects, so why is he so scared now?

He lands in Karkat's pile with an 'oof'. He lands down beside all frazzledlike and immediately his touchtwitchers are wanting and so he gets them all fidgiting with each other instead, even though somewhere deep deep inside he knows that who all it is they're want to be holding ain't each other.

His head's all spinning. His head's all whirring 'round rowdy, merry motherfucking going. But this is important, something-- maybe his own self-- tells him through the fog and chaos. This is something to focus the fuck on. So he tries his best. Even though his tiny bro is so warm beside his own cold ass self and he could be slipping into some sweet Z's easy. But no. He's needed.

He listens, he nods, and he says, "Okay." And then he says, "I'm not being sure why all them other things is having to do with things. Like, I ain't to care if no motherfucker was a fuck up, I mean, ain't no bigger motherfucker what's a fuck up than me right? Least, that's what everybody's to be telling me all the time, haha. But, truth all up and said, you ain't seeming to me to be all fucking up more than any other motherfucker. You just got your stressings wound the fuck too tight. Put a motherfucking strain on that handle what's spun 'round and it all's got your view on shit topsy turvied. Uh... fuck, right, what unrighteous complicationaries be making conundrum what all has elucidence desiring, Best friend? Me and you can all unriddle the fuck out of them, I feel it in me." He smiles, just a little.

"That's true," Karkat admits. "You fuck up more than any troll I've ever met besides me." He glances up at Gamzee, whose face thankfully doesn't melt away into a skull this time.

His hand snakes tentatively over to Gamzee's. He wonders if he'll take it.

"But doesn't it matter to you that if you made any quadrant with me it wouldn't last? And then you'd be-- diamond-broken, I guess."

Coming from Karkat, it sounds sweet almost, like all it means something softer what he's being afraid to say. And that's Karkat right there, ain't it? Coming like that, it sounds almost sad. And that just breaks his pusher right there it does.

He doesn't remember asking for a quadrant. Karkat had better things, had business, had whatever all it is that Karkats do. He can't remember all thinking to ask because that's a good few steps ahead of him. But his worn out pan latches onto that-- quadrant, diamond-- and his hemopeddler up in his chestbit does some stuttering like all it got turned into Tavros (which makes it stutter more).

This is a dream they told him. He guesses that makes sense.

Karkat's hand goes to him and without even a little hesitation Gamzee takes it and squeezes tight. He's still a little confused, not sure what is going on, but there's a thrill there what is certainly more good than bad.

"Motherfucker, if what's being serendipitous is to be, who am I to get a motherfucking strife on against it?" He says, soft. "If all he was to get diamond broke over a motherfucker, it'd only because his diamond got cared on for so damn good as to be not working for no other. The pieces would be so pretty and each and every one would get on belonging to who at they was meant to. That's all even figuring a motherfucker would live as long to be having afters, you know? Universe gets its work on mysterious."

He feels all like he wants to laugh and maybe even cry a little, but not in no greif. Not completely anyway, talking of Best friend's getting gone. He makes sure he's facing Karkat real good, makes sure he's holding them greys with his greys. "Almost mysterious as you're getting to be. You're worried about this husk all getting diamond broke over you and you ain't even said as we're diamonds yet." He swallows. He speaks some shit real fragile.

"...Did you want to be?"

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He'd forgotten, a little, about how much longer it took for Gamzee to pick up on things when he was on the sopor. But he's found the right question now and now Karkat has to answer it and even though part of him wants to say, 'Of course, dumbass,' but the other part of him is like, 'No, think, you still have a way out of being a two-timing scumbucket.'

So he thinks, he thinks really fucking hard, about how Gamzee scares him and how he's going to break Gamzee's diamond and how maybe this is a second fucking chance for him, a way to redeem himself, and most of all how he still wanted to pap that stupid clown face and feel that lanky frame wrap around his.

"Yeah," he whispers. "I guess I do."

All up inside, Gamzee fumbles over it all, them words, them things, them feelings. There's a wide grin over his face and his heart, damn, his heart is all filling all the motherfuck up with the nicest motherfucking shit what he ain't never known for. His jaw works, trying to form something to say but, shit, he ain't got nothing.

Except one thing; "Honk!"

He lurches forward and throws his arms around Karkat, clinging tight, head over Karkat's shoulder. His best friend.

Even as he hangs on he can't help squirming or wiggling none at all in his excitement.

"Ah, fuck, you're not a wiggler, you don't have to fucking wiggle," Karkat grumbles, but he squeezes Gamzee tight anyway. "Yeah. Honk yourself, dumbass. Shoosh."

He laughs and honks again a few more times. Just for good measure.

Karkat shooshes him and Gamzee, quite shamelessly, nuzzles against the side of Karkat's head. He is totally chill with getting a stay on just like this. He could be all about that.

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Yeah. Karkat kinda likes it too. He'll just keep his eyes closed and hug Gamzee and be glad he got to see his big dumb clownfriend one more time.

Gamzee is one who all could and would hug for hours. Just curl up with his best friend- his new moirail! His palest brother!-- and get a chill on good that way. Except there's something what all he's wanting to try and so he pulls back just enough, and with one hand he reaches up and gently touches Karkat's cheek. Pap.

"Haha, honk."

Yeah, that definitely up and felt good as they say.

"You wanna get our jam on brother? Get this shit hashed and slammed out between us good like?"

Oh man. Gamzee papped him. Gamzee papped him. He doesn't know why it sends a thrill down his spine, because Future Gamzee's papped him before, but with that Karkat and Gamzee it had been more of thing with Karkat doing the papping.

"Yeah," he says and he doesn't quite succeed in playing cool, in keeping the thrill out of his voice. "Yeah, that could be cool."

And then, shamelessly, he slides himself into Gamzee's lap.

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