Just Peachy

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: In which Tavros is hardly involved

Well, to be completely honest, perhaps 'hardly' isn't the correct word. Tavros was very involved in this. As involved as a paraplegic could be in helping someone get to another troll's home. Which is to say, surprisingly; a lot.

While the stuttering dork couldn't be of much help physically, he was pretty much the only one in the vicinity to whom a certain stumbling Makara would actually listen to in his stupor. Said Makara, was more likely the one who's state should have been considered 'hardly' in any case. For example; he was 'hardly' balanced. He was 'hardly' able to speak properly. He was also 'hardly' filtered. In fact, he could probably be referred to as impossibly alive. While one may argue that he could not actually be impossible, considering he still existed, it was very improbable that he had managed to survive through his unstable mixture of toxins.

It was around 18:30 when he brought his marijuana from his school bag. By 19:00 he was very intoxicated, and was digging through his cabinet above his bathroom sink for medicinal pills he had acquired in ways that were most likely illegal. Once 20:30 rolled around, he was slurring his words as he sipped ludicrously from his 8th alcoholic drink. All the while, (as pre-established) the very much involved Tavros Nitram had been trying to keep up with his friend as best he could while wheeling around the Makara's home. His only obstacles being the countless horns and pie tins scattered on the floor.

Currently, it was 20:47 and Tavros had finally managed to keep Gamzee's attention for more than five minutes.

"Gamzee, I have a great idea. And I uh, I don't want you to think that I like, um, don't think that this is a really cool feelings jam, as one-sided as one can be, that is..." The rustblooded troll stammered a little as e tried to find the right words. He had already had to change his way of speaking to the highblood several times tonight, as Gamzee had gone from one high to another, and then drunk. "But, I think that maybe, it might be a better idea to go to my hive instead, cause um, I think it'll be better for us there... it's even closer to the school than your hive and uh, I think that you might be more stable there. If you don't mind." He explained, watching his friend's glossy stare zone in and out as he spoke.

"Mm... right." A slow grin crept onto Gamzee's painted face as he belatedly replied to the offer. "I don't really know what you're all up and gettin' your panties in a knot 'bout Tavbro... but I trussssssssst you." he held the 's' in 'trust' way longer than necessary. He was already beginning to forget what he had been talking about prior to Tavros' much needed interruption. "Wait, where're we goin' Tav?" He asked, his expression falling blank when he began to reach for another can of alcohol, instead feeling the rustblood grab his hand and give it a soft squeeze. This brought his attention back up to the wheeled troll in front of him. At the moment, he was lounging lazily on his couch. At the realization of what had just happened, he took slow notice of the nervous smile that attempted to encourage him to stop drinking. In his stupor, he felt like it was a cute attempt, knowing full well that he could easily break that hand and continue to drink anyways. However, because of his flushed feelings being stronger than his will to bring a can for the road, he flashed a cheesy, sarcastic smile. It was only on his face a second before Tavros brought his hand back up and away from the can.

"As I was saying," He began, clearing his throat. "I might be able to uh, do you a favour at my hive. Oh, but um, I can only do it there." He offered, sparking the Capricorn's interest again. He could feel his cheeks warm marginally as a scarred brow raised and a lazy smirk slide onto the Makara's face.

"What kind of favour?" His 'favour' ended in a slightly rolled 'r' that sounded similar to a purr.

"Um, you know... just a uh, favour." Tavros, a little embarrassed shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and glanced off to the side.

"Alright Tavbro... I'll take you up on your offer. But first you gotta help me get there cause," he hiccupped, grunting as he pulled himself up to stand. "I don't remember how to get there." He stated, stumbling over to grab his coat. His sneakers were untied, but he couldn't give less of a fuck about that right now if he tried.

On cue, Tavros worked to wheel over to the door, zipping up his hoodie and waiting for Gamzee to get his coat on. It was proving to be a bit of a struggle, but just as Tavros opened his mouth to offer help, Gamzee had managed and was looking to him in confusion at the half-opened mouth. He shrugged his off when the Taurus asked him to open the door for him, to which he complied.

All it would have taken was for someone to simply look outside and watch for a minute to have their day made. It was quite an amusing sight to see such a lanky, drunk troll stumble and sway as he tried to push one in a wheelchair down the sidewalk in a straight line. After about fifteen minutes into the twenty minute walk to the Nitram's house, Gamzee had managed a convincing saunter and looked fairly normal. The only thing that gave his intoxicity away was the wretched smell of cheap beer, weed, and Tylenol that became airborne in thick wafts of his breath as he rambled on about pointless shit.

By the time they had finally arrived at Tavros' hive, Gamzee was half asleep and claimed to have a horrible case of dry-mouth. This didn't surprise the Taurus in the least, and he- with this whole ordeal being a well practiced routine- easily aided Gamzee in getting a glass of water, taking a trip to the ablution block to piss, washing the paint from his face, getting him changed into pajamas, and into bed. Finally, Tavros had managed to crawl into bed beside him.

Gamzee had completely forgotten about the promise of sex, and was content with snuggling up against the Taurus with only a few soft kisses smeared against his friend's shoulder. "goodnight tavbro..." he murmured, though it was hardly audible to the troll it was directed at.

"Goodnight Gamzee." Tavros returned, sighing softly out his nose.

To be completely honest, Gamzee hadn't been that incoherent. The hardly involved Tavros should've known that, but didn't. He was more aware of what was going on than most thought. People assumed he was stupid because he missed a lot of classes, but while he wasn't present for those lessons, he was always present for something. For example; he was smoking in the bathroom when a certain Egbert in question had been crying in one of the stalls. He was leaving a nice note for Tavros in the locker room when he overheard what sounded like two particular people he hated talking about what happened during lunch. He had even been on his way to his math class when the punk Feferi-looking troll ran by laughing with a wand, not that he had paid much mind to that. Even when he was in class, and not paying his complete attention to the teacher, he wasn't missing out on anything. While he might have missed how to find the slope of one of the lines in his homework from the day before, he did catch that his shouty elbow-partner wouldn't actually be studying with the nerd behind him, and that he would need to find someone else to hang out with after school that day.

To be completely honest, Gamzee was as coherent and in-the-know about what was going on as a stoner could be when shit was going down around him. Which is to say, surprisingly; a lot.