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"Hold still," Ginko repeats, holding up a hand without actually touching Gamzee because no way does he want to end up a direct participant in this mess.
He takes a couple steps back and considers just calling Rin over rather than leaving these two alone. On the other hand, he could just go find him, let him know this is going on now, and ask what to do about it. "Alright, I'll go ask Rin if he's got food. You two, again, stay put. I do not want to come back here and find that you've managed to wander off or get yourselves stuck together worse or something."
He gives them a Look. It is the one usually reserved for people who do things like trying to go through his pack while he's not looking, or jumping into water known to be infested with dangerous mushi. "Do not move."
He takes a couple steps back and considers just calling Rin over rather than leaving these two alone. On the other hand, he could just go find him, let him know this is going on now, and ask what to do about it. "Alright, I'll go ask Rin if he's got food. You two, again, stay put. I do not want to come back here and find that you've managed to wander off or get yourselves stuck together worse or something."
He gives them a Look. It is the one usually reserved for people who do things like trying to go through his pack while he's not looking, or jumping into water known to be infested with dangerous mushi. "Do not move."
"Augh!" Henry was, more or less, yanked off the sofa. He dangled by Gamzee's head and sat flat on the floor with his long legs stretched out before him. His tail was a wigged-out mess, slithering aimleslsy along the floor on its little roothairs and crawling up the nearest wall.
"I'm trying. Stop yelling."
Nobody is yelling, Henry.
"I'm trying. Stop yelling."
Nobody is yelling, Henry.
"Whoa, whoaaa, motherfuckers..." Gamzee raised his hands placatingly, wiggling his clawed fingers and giving the marijuana leaves on his forearms a hearty shake, "Ain't no motherfuckin' need all to get up in the bad vibes, now. Every no-good noise be all easily motherfuckin' settled by splitting some mother fuckin' pie."
He nodded sagely, looking from Henry to Ginko.
"Or, whatever the fuck it was that was making us so goddamn high. Think it was the pie."
Gamzee you didn't even have any pie.
He nodded sagely, looking from Henry to Ginko.
"Or, whatever the fuck it was that was making us so goddamn high. Think it was the pie."
Gamzee you didn't even have any pie.
Henry's mossy brows met in confusion. Pie? He mouthed the word silently but decided against asking any questions. All he wanted was a grilled cheese. Grilled cheese rose high above his other hunger--the one for human flesh.
Could you make a human grilled cheese?
Could you make a human grilled cheese?
"Nnno, I don't think you need any more. Just stay there, I'll be right back."
He gives Henry a pitying glance before turning around and heading in the direction Rin had left to look for him. "Rin! They're hungry, where should I look for food?"
He gives Henry a pitying glance before turning around and heading in the direction Rin had left to look for him. "Rin! They're hungry, where should I look for food?"
Rin had retreated to his and Yukio's room and was sitting on his bed, tak-tak-tak'ing away on his monstrous old laptop. His room smells clean at least. He looks up when Ginko enters, folding his ears and giving his best "are you fucking kidding me" look.
"Again?! They want to eat AGAIN? They've eaten like, four times today!!" Rin tosses his big grey brick against a pillow and folds his arms. "What do they want now? Macaroni and cheese? Brownies? Doritos?!"
"Again?! They want to eat AGAIN? They've eaten like, four times today!!" Rin tosses his big grey brick against a pillow and folds his arms. "What do they want now? Macaroni and cheese? Brownies? Doritos?!"
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"… Do they even have Doritos here?" It's the first thing Yukio has said aloud in some time, having spent the hours since he'd come out of the woods curled up on his bed and pretty much ignoring the rest of existence. Ginko isn't the only one to have had a rough couple of days; not only is he still sore, still pretty torn up physically from the changes brought on by the fog, there's a part of his mind that still can't wrap itself around the fact that he'd tried to eat someone.
He's going to have a lot to atone for, that's for sure.
He picks his head up from where he's been curled up on his own bed, tail flicking lazily behind him. "Who's they?"
Would someone please explain to him what's going on?
He's going to have a lot to atone for, that's for sure.
He picks his head up from where he's been curled up on his own bed, tail flicking lazily behind him. "Who's they?"
Would someone please explain to him what's going on?
Meanwhile, back in CLOWN HELL, Henry was sitting as still as he could on the floor. His head swam and his chest felt tight and he wanted to go to sleep but he also wanted to eat a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Hey...hey." He nudged Gamzee with his already stuck hand. "How long has Flaminco been gone? Should we go to the police?"
Henry's concept of time went out the window with Gamzee's stank.
"Hey...hey." He nudged Gamzee with his already stuck hand. "How long has Flaminco been gone? Should we go to the police?"
Henry's concept of time went out the window with Gamzee's stank.
Doritos? Ginko mouths uncertainly. He shakes his head and decides that this may not be the best time to ask.
"Had Rin told you about that? Henry apparently got stuck to someone who secretes marijuana, and it's messing with both of them." He frowns a little, taking in Yukio's appearance. Last fog must have hit the poor kid pretty badly.
"And Henry is saying he wants a grilled cheese sandwich. The other guy doesn't seem to care."
"Had Rin told you about that? Henry apparently got stuck to someone who secretes marijuana, and it's messing with both of them." He frowns a little, taking in Yukio's appearance. Last fog must have hit the poor kid pretty badly.
"And Henry is saying he wants a grilled cheese sandwich. The other guy doesn't seem to care."
"No, they don't," Rin answers, scrubbing his face with his paws. He is really quite sick of dealing with this crap. He looks over at Yukio, apologetic, while Ginko explains. "Sorry I didn't tell you... you were so stressed out already that I didn't want to make it worse. ... they ruined the couch."
Rin groans and gets off the bed. He walks over to Yukio and places a hand on his shoulder, "I'll be back in a bit."
Really, he didn't want to deal with these high plant people. He wanted to be with his brother, who needed him.
"Fine. I'll make those two idiots grilled cheese but then I'm done! I'm not doing ANYTHING else for them today!" he says with clear exasperation, throwing his arms up. "I SO WISH we had a video camera... I could make Henry do whatever I wanted for the rest of his life with blackmail like this!"
He keeps grumbling and muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the kitchen, banging around as he gets out the necessary bits and bobs for grilled cheese.
Rin groans and gets off the bed. He walks over to Yukio and places a hand on his shoulder, "I'll be back in a bit."
Really, he didn't want to deal with these high plant people. He wanted to be with his brother, who needed him.
"Fine. I'll make those two idiots grilled cheese but then I'm done! I'm not doing ANYTHING else for them today!" he says with clear exasperation, throwing his arms up. "I SO WISH we had a video camera... I could make Henry do whatever I wanted for the rest of his life with blackmail like this!"
He keeps grumbling and muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the kitchen, banging around as he gets out the necessary bits and bobs for grilled cheese.
Ginko trails behind Rin after a brief nod at Yukio, standing aside for to stay out of his way as he takes out the supplies before speaking. "...I could do it, if you'd rather. I mean, from what I've heard, this isn't too hard to make, right?"
Yes, Ginko, make it clear right away that you have never actually encountered a grilled cheese sandwich before. Very encouraging.
Yes, Ginko, make it clear right away that you have never actually encountered a grilled cheese sandwich before. Very encouraging.
Rin gives Ginko a look, then goes back to work.
"I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather not have to deal with a kitchen fire on top of all this other stuff, if it's all the same to you."
Real vote of confidence there for ya, Ginko. Normally Rin would be nicer, but he's just a bit stressed.
"I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather not have to deal with a kitchen fire on top of all this other stuff, if it's all the same to you."
Real vote of confidence there for ya, Ginko. Normally Rin would be nicer, but he's just a bit stressed.
And suddenly! A pair of worried eyes appear around the corner. How did Henry get this far? If anyone looked, they would see that his arm had...stretched. Or grown, rather, all the way back to where Gamzee sat or slumped or lay.
"There you are. I was worried. Why didn't you leave a note?"
"There you are. I was worried. Why didn't you leave a note?"
Ginko is just about to tell Rin that in that case he'll go ahead and go back to keeping an eye on the stoners (and he can't really blame him for being a little irritable. Frankly, it's probably for the best that he not be left unsupervised with a stove, given that he's never used one) when Henry... happens.
He looks at Henry, then at Rin again. "I'll... go keep an eye on them."
He turns around and ushers Henry back where he came from, much like one would an easily-startled child, raising an eyebrow at his arm. "Henry, I told you I would be right back, didn't I? I was just gone for a couple minutes."
He looks at Henry, then at Rin again. "I'll... go keep an eye on them."
He turns around and ushers Henry back where he came from, much like one would an easily-startled child, raising an eyebrow at his arm. "Henry, I told you I would be right back, didn't I? I was just gone for a couple minutes."
"Ginko, that was not a few minutes. Where have you been? We called the police."
Henry, that was not a phone, it was an empty package of soda crackers.
Henry, that was not a phone, it was an empty package of soda crackers.
Of course, Ginko, not having been there, does not know that, either. "...you did what."
Crap. Crap, should he tell Rin about this? But he doesn't need any more stress right now. ...then again, having the local law enforcement show up unexpectedly wouldn't help either.
"Okay, when was this and what did you tell them?" Maybe he can fix this before it turns into a massive problem. Maybe.
Crap. Crap, should he tell Rin about this? But he doesn't need any more stress right now. ...then again, having the local law enforcement show up unexpectedly wouldn't help either.
"Okay, when was this and what did you tell them?" Maybe he can fix this before it turns into a massive problem. Maybe.
"That you were missing. And that we were hungry." Henry's gaze slowly drifted beyond Ginko and settled somewhere in the middle distance.
"Alright, and what did they say?" He is trying so hard not to panic right now, but holy crap this is a disaster. He's pretty sure he's not going to be willing to leave these two alone again for quite some time. Maybe not until they're sober.
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"Uhhh..." Gamzee brought a finger to his chin in contemplation. "Was... Who the fuck did I motherfuckin' say that shit to...?" He wasn't sure now if he actually did speak into the "phone".
"Think I was tellin' him!" He pointed at Henry, "But he all fuckin' said to let him handle it..."
"Think I was tellin' him!" He pointed at Henry, "But he all fuckin' said to let him handle it..."
"Yes we do."
Henry's vine that wasn't stuck to Gamzee entered the room, coiled around the box of soda crackers. It was oblong. Sort of....yeah no it looekd nothing like a phone.
"I'm tired and my lungs hurt."
Henry's vine that wasn't stuck to Gamzee entered the room, coiled around the box of soda crackers. It was oblong. Sort of....yeah no it looekd nothing like a phone.
"I'm tired and my lungs hurt."
Ginko stares at the box for about three seconds before calling back to Rin, "Yeah, you're right, false alarm." Then, to Henry, "Alright, don't worry about it. It's been dealt with."
He goes back to gently pushing Henry away from the kitchen, frowning slightly at his complaint. "Do you want to sit further away from... uh..." Wow he still doesn't know that guy's actual name. Amazing. "Do you want to stay somewhere else for a while?" Since it's become clear that he can at least move some distance away from Gamzee.
He leans over slightly to call toward the couch, "Would you be okay sitting by yourself?" He'll still be trying to keep an eye on weed-boy, of course, but if he can stay more-or-less contented by himself then Ginko will just have to worry about making sure he doesn't do anything potentially harmful.
Besides, unless Gamzee absolutely can't stand the idea of not having someone sitting next to him, Henry's comfort takes priority.
He goes back to gently pushing Henry away from the kitchen, frowning slightly at his complaint. "Do you want to sit further away from... uh..." Wow he still doesn't know that guy's actual name. Amazing. "Do you want to stay somewhere else for a while?" Since it's become clear that he can at least move some distance away from Gamzee.
He leans over slightly to call toward the couch, "Would you be okay sitting by yourself?" He'll still be trying to keep an eye on weed-boy, of course, but if he can stay more-or-less contented by himself then Ginko will just have to worry about making sure he doesn't do anything potentially harmful.
Besides, unless Gamzee absolutely can't stand the idea of not having someone sitting next to him, Henry's comfort takes priority.
Henry tottered in the direction Ginko pushed him. He was content to sit wherever he was placed, but thanks to his brain still being in a fog thicker than any Silent Hill could offer up, his mouth just...didn't stop. For anyone who knew the tree man, this level talkativeness was like spotting a unicorn that east people.
"Two days ago on set, one of our boom mikes broke and we didn't have the time to get a new one. I was asked to say all of my lines more loudly and they all sounded terrible so the director is trying to shove me into a diction class.
"Do you think it would be selfish to suddenly pretend not to know English? I don't think I have an official contract so it doesn't say that I can't."
"Two days ago on set, one of our boom mikes broke and we didn't have the time to get a new one. I was asked to say all of my lines more loudly and they all sounded terrible so the director is trying to shove me into a diction class.
"Do you think it would be selfish to suddenly pretend not to know English? I don't think I have an official contract so it doesn't say that I can't."
Ginko has only a vague notion of what a boom mike is, and, though he's realized for quite some time that they are not, in fact, all speaking the same language, he's stressed enough by now that it takes a moment for his brain to catch up and assure him that, no, Henry is not just so high that he's forgotten what language he's speaking, and is probably actually speaking English.
"No idea," he replies unhelpfully, pushing gently on Henry's shoulders to sit him down a good few feet away from the couch, in the hopes that separating him and Gamzee will at least let Henry recover a little. Maybe.
There's still the whole "stuck together" issue, of course, and getting them further apart isn't likely to help the other nymph too much, but he's doing what he can. One step at a time.
"No idea," he replies unhelpfully, pushing gently on Henry's shoulders to sit him down a good few feet away from the couch, in the hopes that separating him and Gamzee will at least let Henry recover a little. Maybe.
There's still the whole "stuck together" issue, of course, and getting them further apart isn't likely to help the other nymph too much, but he's doing what he can. One step at a time.
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