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what, did something happen?
[SHOULD HE BE WORRIED]
[SHOULD HE BE WORRIED]
...seriously?
is that something that actually happened, are you sure you're not just making this up. because you scared me for a second there, and now you're telling me that there's someone made of drugs in your apartment.
is that something that actually happened, are you sure you're not just making this up. because you scared me for a second there, and now you're telling me that there's someone made of drugs in your apartment.
alright, i'll come over. but this better not be some kind of weird joke, i'm really not in the mood for that.
...i've got to ask, though, why did henry bring this guy home to begin with?
...i've got to ask, though, why did henry bring this guy home to begin with?
well if he just changed, no wonder he can't control his abilities yet.
anyway, i'll be right over.
anyway, i'll be right over.
Fortunately it's not too long of a walk there, and a while later there's a knock on the door of the apartment. Whoever ends up opening it will immediately find himself face to face with a troll who looks a lot like he's half-expecting to be told that this was all a waste of time.
Ginko has not had a good last couple nights.
Ginko has not had a good last couple nights.
"It's not that bad!" Henry called from the sofa. He then went into a violent coughing fit as he still tried to unstick the last vine from Gamzee. He was a complete mess, covered in dirt, scratches, and...whatever it was the new plant boy was secreting.
Edited 2015-01-08 06:08 (UTC)
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.
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...?
[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..."
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!"
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.
"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.
"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."
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.
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.
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."
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!?"
"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!?"
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