You have been paired together with Karkat Vantas to accomplish a partner diary. Meanwhile, you try to figure out your flushed feelings for your online friend, carcinoGeneticist. Fueled with youthfulness and womanly hormones, you are determined to ma...
A figure emerged from the messy respiteblock, regarding you with eyes. A bottle of white glue was clutched to his chest. "Gamtee!" Meulin exclaimed to you, pointing at the 5-year-old boy who looked like he'd just risen from his recuperacoon. She ran up to him and started signing feverishly.
"Good morning, Meulin..." Gamzee yawned then smiled, nodding gently to Meulin. He placed the glue under his elbow and looked up at you, tugging your shirt. "Bathroom..."
"Oh! Um," you looked around. "Wait. KARKAT! Where's the bathroom??" Several steel utensils could be heard clattering to the ground, followed by a string of censored and subdued curses from Karkat (in order to protect the children's innocence, he resorted to using kinder words).
"Don't yell like that, stupid! It's a small apartment. I can still hear you if you spoke normally!" The troll chided as he walked around the corner to meet you.
"Bathroom." Gamzee whimpered, tugging your shirt.
Karkat took your hand and lead you over to one of the doors. "Bathroom is in here." He opened it for you. "The fucks I give are way over there." He whispered in annoyance, waving his hand in a random direction. "Now can I return to baking cookies?"
"Don't be such a bitch, Kitkat." You rolled your eyes. "Here you go, kid. Feel free to do your biz, okay? I'll be outside." You left the door mostly closed. Gamzee's adorable, childish singing could be heard through the bathroom. You heard a flush and the little boy shuffled out of the bathroom happily.
"Did you wash your hands?" You inquired.
"Mhm. Squeaky clean!" He exclaimed, showing off his hands to you. Looks like he wasn't going to let go of his glue anytime now. You took his hand and led him to the couch. Meulin was already there, and she was focused on a cartoon that had closed captions. Gamzee hopped onto the couch beside the girl. After a few minutes, Crabdad walked out of the kitchen and made beelines for a coat and a hat.
"Hey, (Name)! Crabdad says he's going out for a while. Help me bake this stupid cookie batch. Wait, what are the kids doing??" Karkat stepped into the living room and freaked out. "Oh for the love of— Gamzee! Stop eating glue!"
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A/N: I can't color an artwork to save my life. I also apologize for my sucky penmanship, my hand just wasn't agreeing with me when I drew this.
He jogged over to the two kids and pulled the glue out of Gamzee's mouth. The little boy went into a hissy fit, flailing around on the couch. "Gimme back my glue!" He wailed. Meulin yelped and ran to hide behind you.
"No! Eating glue is bad, child!" Karkat said sternly.
"Karkat, easy," you said gently, approaching Gamzee and trying to catch his fists. "Hey, calm down, sweetie." Crabdad approached you and helped you calm him down until he was no longer flailing. Karkat sighed and approached the boy.
"I'm sorry, Gamzee, but I can't let you drink glue. It's bad for your— AAAH!" Karkat screeched as Gamzee bit his arm. Sharp canines sunk into the older troll's arm, yielding bruises and bite marks. Tiny hands scratched on gray flesh and pulled at ebony hair. "GET HIM OFF ME! I SURRENDER!"
