The Day Of All Days {Like, a Billion Ships} Homestuck

Gamzee's Hive <Fayg-Cakes>

"That... uh, that smells good, Gamz. It doesn't smell like pie. That's... pretty cool?" Karkat looked into Gamzee's cluttered kitchen from the couch. He heard very off-key whistling on Gamzee's part. Karkat chuckled. He peered over the piles of Faygo bottles to look at him. He had small splatters of green on his tall horns, nothing new. He was sitting on the floor with his legs sprawled out, staring at the oven, waiting. He seemed very content. His face was a little too close to the oven. Gamzee's clown face paint was melting off, almost creating a little frown. He looked nice today. Normal, but nice.

Karkat shook his head, accidentally knocking himself off the couch and into a scattered pile of horns, which did NOT shield him from the hard floor.

HOOONK!!!

Gamzee slowly turned his head to look at Karkat, who was still upside down, quietly muttering curses to himself. Gamzee's eyes were wide, as if inspecting the pose that he was in. In all judgement, it was pretty wicked. His nose twitched for a moment, then he went back to longingly waiting for his pie. Karkat brushes himself off and went to lay on the couch. He stretched his legs out. He wondered how Gamzee could even lay on this couch. Karkat could barely fit his legs on the couch, nonetheless being about a foot shorter than Gamzee. Karkat was in a daze. He had been all day, for some reason. He'd made up some theories that even the scent of sopor could intoxicate you. Blech. He'd never known for sure, and wasn't interested in testing it out.

"It's motherfuckin' ready, Karbro!" Gamzee said in his dark, raspy voice. It may be as rough as bark but it went in and out Karkat's ears like silk. He'd just gotten used to his rigid voice. Not like his own was so smooth either. "And I made something for you too. That's if you want it, and all." Karkat's brain had been scattered for the last week, and when it wasn't brain-melting shit slime, Gamzee's baking skills weren't so terrible. He'd made Karkat's wriggling day cake. To be fair, it said "ppYHAPPY BirThDey KAfBrU", but it wasn't half bad. "It's motherfuckin' Fayg-cakes!"

Karkat's thick eyebrows lowered for a second. "John told me you probably shouldn't say anything like that. Humans."