onegreeneye | IC CONTACT (RYSLIG)

The moment Ginko is inside, it becomes clear that having taken a deep breath is not going to be enough. "...oh god." He grabs the edge of his scarf and pulls it up over his nose and mouth, and this time it has nothing to do with hiding his fangs.

He examines Henry and Gamzee uncertainly. "No, it's pretty bad. ...no offense, uh..."

It occurs to him he doesn't know this kid's name. What did Rin say, "Gambee"? But he hadn't seemed sure.

[Gamzee, being completely soaked in THC, was currently staring from Henry to the ceiling, trying to decide which one was more interesting. He was completely oblivious to the knocking on the door, or the fact that there were even other people in the house besides the two of them.]

[Soon enough, he'll at least notice that Henry is coughing, though he didn't catch any of the words that came out of his mouth prior to that.]

Whoa... cough it out, bro... heh...

[There were garbled words from different voices reaching his ears, but he wasn't coherent enough to put all of them together to form a sentence, and then try to get meaning out of said sentence. That was too much effort for him right now.]

....Whaaat? Whoa. When the fuck did all y'all motherfuckers get here...?

Henry coughed harder.

He was an art student. He was not a stranger to a little pot now and again, but good lord. This was too much. It was way too much. He blinked tears out of his green eyes.

"I couldn't just leave him out there." He waved weakly to Ginko. "Hey..."

Rin grumbles. He has a bandana too, and he pulls it over his mouth and nose, lashing his tails in frustration. He didn't want the poor guy to be out on the street but this? This was ridiculous.

Even as cold as it was outside, Rin has the windows and the door to the balcony ajar, and a fan turned outwards. He's going to suck out all this fouled air if its the last thing he does.

"See. I TOLD you, I wasn't making it up!"

"Yeah, I can see that now. And smell it." He bends down slightly in front of the couch, using one hand to press the scarf over his nose.

"Hey, Henry. So..." He glances between the two nymphs, raising an eyebrow as he gets a better look at both of their conditions. "How did this happen, exactly?"

He's mostly talking to Henry, honestly, because he seems to at least be capable of forming coherent sentences and actually knowing what's going on, but he's examining Gamzee curiously at the same time.

It's true, Gamzee has no clue what the fuck is going on, or what is being said in the conversation, but the fact that he's in a house with other people is more than enough for him to keep a blissed-out smile all over his ridiculously clownish face. His head bobs from Ginko, to Rin, and back to Henry sleepily.

"We motherfuckin' sticky, my miraculous little horny brother!" He was referring to the horns on Ginko's head, but he probably could have phrased that a bit better. "Talky tree dude all up and fuckin'... like... got up me out of some crazy wicked motherfuckin' jam, but then I went all "poof" style and... Shit, now we baked as fuck! Hahahaha!"

An excellent recount of what transpired earlier, and clearly coherent, I'm sure.

Puffing out another cough, Henry planted his hand against the side of Gamzee's head and yanked on the vine with his free hand. It yanked the kid's arm every which way but just wouldn't come free.

And now his hand was stuck.

"No. Noooooooo."

The nymph's chest hitched and he made an undignified sound in the back of his throat. Then he made it again and dipped his head and said in a very small voice, "This is the most unfair thing that has ever happened to me."

"Hahaha, whoaaaa, bro!!!"

Gamzee's arm wobbled and jerked this way and that, and his head bobbed to the side from the force of Henry's pushing. Soon enough, the attempt to free the vine was abandoned, but Henry's hand still remained stuck to Gamzee's temple.

"Oh. Your hand on my motherfuckin' noggin, brother..."

He grinned into the distance, shaking his head like a mangy dog and laughing some more when Henry's palm remained glued there. What a disaster.

Wow. This is pitiful.

Ginko stays crouched in front of them, eyebrows slowly raising as the... conversation... continues. So mostly what he's getting from this is that Henry tried to help Gamzee, probably with his changes, they got stuck together, and then... Gamzee did something and they're both ridiculously high.

That last part in particular is not hard to believe.

"Okay, uh... for now, Henry, maybe stop putting your hands on him? There's probably some way we can get you two separated, but this isn't really helping." He knows of a few plants that can be used to dissolve sap and the like, but he's got no idea if they're available here.

"In fact, maybe you two should just hold still as much as possible until this is sorted out, alright?" To make sure that they don't injure themselves somehow.

"Yeah...yeah it is," he told Gamzee without lifting his head to look at him. He hoped this horrible sap wasn't going to sink into his bark and make him ill. Being smoked like a forest fire was bad enough. It probably was. He was dying. He was going to die. Oh no. He couldn't even whip himself up into a panic. He just slouched there with his hand stuck to the side of the kid's head.

Ginko's well-meaning advice slithered in one ear and out the other. Henry turned to look at his notbrother and blinked sluggishly. This is the part where he would probably apologize again and thank Ginko for his help. Maybe even suggest they laugh the whole thing off. But that didn't happen. Instead he said,

"All I want is a grilled cheese sandwich and then I can die."

Gamzee's intensely lime green eyes light up at that, and he's attempted to vault himself off of the couch up onto his wobbly, lilac-covered legs.

"Fuck yeah! Got up and hit with the wickedest of goddamn munchies something mother fucking fierce, dog!!"

Of course, he's dragging Henry up with him as he stands, whether Henry wants to be dragged up or not. Thankfully, Gamzee is just standing in place, balling his equally green hands into fists and fantasizing about food.

"The fuck there is to motherfuckin' eat around here, yo!? Got some hella snackage up in this joint!?"

"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."

"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.

"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.

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?

"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?"

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?!"

Edited 2015-01-09 04:07 (UTC)

"… 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?

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.

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."

"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.

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.

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.

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?"

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."

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, GINKO. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 065.32.134.46 * GINKO has joined 065.32.134.46 <GINKO> okay, i think that worked? <GINKO> i think so. looks like it did. <GINKO>** anyway, there we go. let me know if you need something.

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