onegreeneye | IC CONTACT (RYSLIG)

"I told 'em I thought we was motherfuckin' dying on weeds!"

Gamzee chimed in excitedly, balling his hands into fists and rocking back and forth in place.

"That's what's you called this shit, right?"

"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.

Edited 2015-01-10 03:11 (UTC)

"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..."

Oh sheesh. Rin better put a stop to this before it gets out of hand. He calls out to Ginko from the kitchen;

"They didn't call the cops! They couldn't. Henry's laptop is in his room and that other guy didn't have his. And we don't have a phone."

"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."

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.

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."

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.

Rin is just so incredibly Done With This Shit, so he finishes up a second grilled cheese (super basic, white bread with Ryslig's cheapest cheese food product slice and just a little butter). He brings a plate (paper, because like hell he's trusting either of these stoners with something breakable) to Gamzee, and then one to Henry.

"Here, grilled cheese. Ta-da. Don't say I never did anything for you, and I'm not making either of you any more food until it's dinner time. "

He turns to Ginko, his tails lashing in irritation.

"I need to go hang out with Yukio. He... had a hard time. I hate to ask, but can you make sure they don't like... jump out the window or anything?"

Ginko does not want to do this. He does not want to be trapped in this hell of pot stench and inanity with his too-high-to-function surrogate brother and an also too-high-to-function teenager.

"Yeah, of course."

Henry was seated. Henry had a sandwich. Henry chewed complacently and was tragically unaware that this was probably the last day of his life that he would live without someone referencing this night.

Luckily for everyone else in the room, he was out of shenanigans beyond talking to himself and the occasional stifled laughter.

Rin grabs Ginko in a quick hug, then looks him eye to eye.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear. I just can't take it anymore."

And with that, he retreats to his and Yukio's bedroom, closing the door behind him. Once inside, he sits on his bed, then... just starts to shrink. He vanishes into his cloak completely. Then, a normal-sized house cat, a dark grey tabby, noses his way out of the cloak.

He jumps from his bed to Yukio's, and wordlessly curls up in his lap. He looks up at Yukio with big blue eyes and frowns.

".... You gonna be ok?"

Gamzee was stoked for his new, cheesy friend. He turned the greasy sandwich around in his flowering fingers, savoring the smell and the rough, flaky texture of the toast. He'd never had one of these things before, and the way it oozed reminded him of his new arms. It was great! Everything was so great...

"Motherfuckin' appreciatories, bro!"

He didn't waste any time before he shoved an entire half of the bisected sandwich into his mouth, cheese and grease getting all over his hideously green face. Sounds of approval rang from his throat and out through his nostrils as he attempted to gulp down some oxygen along with his snack.

Ginko does not react to the hug at all, in much the same way a deer doesn't react to a pair of headlights speeding toward it. He just sort of blanks out and stands there, and then it's over and he's not quite sure what just happened. He doesn't have a problem with it, but it's... not something he's used to.

After Rin leaves, Ginko sinks to the floor next to Henry and readjusts his scarf over his mouth and nose. He props an elbow on his knee, rests his chin in his hand, and watches the two nymphs in silence.

Yukio hadn't exactly had enough time to respond to Henry's question before he'd disappeared again - par for the course for his luck, lately, really - but he'd waved a dismissive hand at Rin's comment, a wordless reply that he would be fine without him in the meanwhile. He is fine, really. It's just taking him a bit longer to recuperate from recent events than he cares to admit.

In the meanwhile, he idly listens to the goings-on in the next room. He isn't entirely sure that he manages to pick up on everything that's happened while he's been curled up in the room he shares with his brother, but one thing he knows for sure - everyone out there sounds like they're out of their minds. Henry included.

Which is just the slightest bit worrying, if you ask him.

He's still in pretty much the same position his brother had left him in when he returns and, though he peers at the other curiously once he's taken on his smaller form and curls up in his lap, he can't very well deny that he enjoys the closeness for however long it ends up lasting. There's what is supposed to pass for a reassuring smile, but it might end up falling a bit short. He's still exhausted.

"I'm fine, really. Are they ... ?" Are they going to be okay? is the silent question asked, and he doesn't even know where to begin to ask about the stray Henry has apparently brought home with him.

"You're not fine," Rin declares simply. Which is why he's sitting in your lap in his most adorable, warm, and fluffy form. He rolls his eyes at the mention of Henry and his little stray. "I... guess they're going to be fine? Apparently one of the plants growing off of Henry's little friend is marijuana. You know..." he narrows his eyes and whispers, "Pot." He waves a paw dismissively. "They're just really really high."

Rin rolls over in Yukio's lap, exposing his belly.

"Now pet me!"

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You're not fine. Trust his brother to give up three simple words that break through his defenses as though they were nothing but tissue paper. Yukio sighs, defeated, but giving a smallish smile for whatever it's worth.

A single brow quirks, though, at that. Pot? "Where did they get that?" He hadn't even thought about something like that being a … thing, here. Not that he really cares either way, but it's an interesting concept. ( For lack of a better excuse for having asked in the first place. )

… And without putting much thought into the fact that he never, under any circumstances, would have thought to hear Rin say something so absurd, he's reaching with one taloned had to rub at that soft kitty belly.

"… You're absolutely ridiculous, do you know that?"

Thank you.

Twins were like that. No matter what kind of wall the other put up, a twin would always be able to find the weakest point and barrel right on through. And honestly, Yukio wasn't as good at hiding his problems as he thought he was. He definitely gave it his all, though, that was for sure.

"Like I said, that new nymph guy is growing it! On his arms! He's got all kinds of plants on him... he's kind of scary lookin', actually." With his huge hair and his horns and those pupil-less eyes... Rin shudders a little. No thanks. He's sure the guy is plenty nice, but it's hard to tell through all that shag and skunk weed.

As soon as Yukio starts petting, the purr machine revs up. You better be grateful, Yukio, because this isn't something that he'd do for just anyone! But this is his precious twin brother, who is still upset about what had happened to him. The least he could do is offer a warm, soft belly to rub. Plus, it felt good. Win-win! His eyes are closed tight and he has a blissful look on his face.

"You're ridiculous!"

That is about as true as anything he ever could have thought – though he would be loath to admit it to anyone but his twin, all things considered. For one that likes to keep things to himself as well as he can, it's no real surprise that he's not as good at it as he would have liked; but then, Rin has nearly always been able to see through him, no matter what he's trying to get away with, and they simply go back and forth calling one another's bluff until they both fold and start all over from scratch.

New nymph guy … oh, right. He'd only been vaguely paying attention when that explanation had come about, and he has to admit, hearing that has him briefly thankful that he's been holed up in their room for the past few days. This doesn't really sound like something he wants to be a part of. "I'd say that sounds weird, but for here, it sounds pretty normal." He snorts a bit of a laugh, almost rolling his eyes but managing to catch himself.

The fact that Rin starts purring when the claws come out is … probably a lot more endearing than it has any right to be, but yes, of course he's grateful for it. He's doing the best he can to make up for the crap few days that his younger brother had had to put up with, and while he would expect little else, it's still comforting to know that he would stoop to such levels just to ease the tension.

Good grief, but he needs a camera to capture this nonsense, though. "I'm not the one purring," he points out as one claw stretches to scratch under his chin. Got you there, brother.

"It's as weird as anything else, here. It was only a matter of time, really!!" Rin streeeetches, extending and sheathing his claws, before tucking his paws up closer to his chest. "I bet he could make a ton of money selling it. I'm jealous, I wish I grew valuable crap!"

Stooping to such levels... Ha. As if Rin ever had any dignity to start with!

"I can't help that, you know!" he says, his voice vibrating with his purring, "You like it, anyway. It's totally adorable. I'll get all the ladies for sure!"

"You can cook. It's your one marketable skill." Yukio manages a small grin, peering down at the other and watching him stretch. He hadn't really thought of his brother as very feline – despite his changes – until this very moment, and he has to admit, it's a bit difficult to see him any differently.

It's amusing, to say the very least.

He quirks a brow as if to say oh, really? and continues scratching back down that fluffy chest. "It's … relaxing." Why not be honest, while we're indulging ourselves? "Or you'll end up as some crazy cat lady's pet … you'll disappear one day, Henry will wonder where you are, and I'll just have to tell him someone took in a stray …"

Yukio. Please.

"Well gee, thanks. What a vote of confidence!! But that actually takes work, you know!! Not just like growing bud out of your body," he sighs, though it's more of a happy one than a put out one. Because it's soooo nice to have one's belly rubbed, he can't even be mad.

And honestly, Rin had always been feline in some ways. Doing senseless things, sleeping all day, bothering those he loves... Now it's just obvious.

"Hey!! You wouldn't REALLY let some crazy cat lady steal me.... right?" Rin looks up at Yukio with big, blue eyes, that SOMEHOW look a little frightened. "I don't want to die with a hundred cats around me!!"

He's really going to have to remember this the next time Rin decides he's mad at him about anything. The perfect distraction … convince brother to take on small cat form, commence to rubbing furry kitty belly. It's sure to work every single time.

"Which just means it's more valuable." At least he attempts to amend the small jab by giving a legitimate compliment; it's true, no matter how subtle he ends up being. The fact that his brother can cook anything under the sun and make it taste wonderful is something of immense value.

( And well, just as long as Rin doesn't start headbutt-nuzzling people to get their attention … those feline attributes don't need to take him over completely, do they~? )

Yukio pretends to think about that for a moment, even pausing dramatically in his petting – but he resumes just before the silence stretches on for too long, grinning for probably the first time since the fog had first rolled in. "Of course I wouldn't. I said I'd protect you, and that extends to the potential threat of crazy cat ladies."

You'd have to convince him of it, first. And that would be the tricky part. Rin likes this form well enough but it's... small. He felt a bit vulnerable, all told. Being naked didn't help with that, either. But cats don't wear clothes! That's silly. They'd have to be tiny clothes anyway...

"Mmmm. Yeah I guess so. I wonder if I could get a job somewhere... I'd love to cook for other people besides you guys!"

(Rin is pretty sure he's headbutted someone to get their attention before. Probably Suguro. Maybe Yukio? It was just a matter of time...)

Rin frizzes up a little. He doesn't like this pause!! Is he going to get stolen away?! Forced into a life of kitty servitude..?! But then he relaxes. He swats at Yukio's hand. "Don't SCARE me like that, bro! You better protect me, or else!"

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