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Accidental video

[The SFC feed clicks on, showing a small, darkish bedroom and someone wrapped in blankets like a cocoon, completely swaddled and hidden. The feed rolls cheerfully along for a moment or two, until the blankets shift, falling away as the person under them props himself up on one elbow, his back to the camera. Even without seeing his face, it's pretty difficult to not recognize Equius Zahhak just by his size and broken horn alone.

He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.

Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.

The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]

[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]

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[Equius quietly eats his own burrito, not bothering to break the Highblood's concentration. If he would rather stare at his breakfast than eat it, that's fine with him.

Once he's finished eating, though, he quietly clears his throat, hoping to get the other troll's attention.]

If you like those, I can show you where I got them.

[And Gamzee's eyes turn to him, still amazed by all the little casual miracles all around him.]

You be fuckin' meaning that, brother?

Of course. Finish eating that one, and we'll go get you some to take home.

[Equius gets off the bed, making its springs creak alarmingly, and goes to throw his own wrapper away. That done, he pulls a clean shirt out of the Shirt Pile (doing a valiant job of place-holding for the Robot Pile he intends to make later, and shrugs into it. After pulling on a pair of gloves over his bandaids, he's ready to go.

Or stay here. Or whatever.]

If you are all like sure you are feelin' better again.

[He finally pulls the tab on the wrapper on his burrito so he can start eating. Hey, making Equius happy is what he came here for. Even if the magic of microwavable burritos distracted him shortly from it.]

I do feel better now, yes.

[Equius sits back on the bed, waiting patiently for the Highblood to finish his breakfast. Except now he has a problem. Those burritos have so much salt in them that he's thirsty again, and the only liquid in the house he can concievably drink is... the Faygo.

He eyes the bottle mistrustfully. At least it's half empty now and he could probably hold it himself without it overflowing.]

Would you... pass the Faygo, please?

[Oh, Gamzee's face just lights up at that. He loves sharing his Faygo with people. Especially when they actually ask for it which happens... never.

holding out the bottle, he grins just a little teasingly.]

Got you diggin' the wicked motherfuckin' elixir, don't I?

[More that there isn't anything else in the house, but whatever makes you happy, Highblood.]

I suppose so, yes.

[He takes the bottle and takes another tentative swig. Okay, when he's braced for the blast of sweetness and knows what to expect, it's not that bad. Not necessarily something he'd seek out, but not terrible either. And it makes the Highblood so happy to share it... well, he can indulge occasionally, he supposes.]

[Gamzee quickly finishes the last of his burito, waving one hand around in a vague explanatory gesture.]

It's the motherfuckin' bomb. I ain't all get why you motherfuckers don't like drink this shit all the fuckin' time. I guess it tastes a lil' sweet bein', but it's good.

[Equius looks at the bottle in his hand, and realizes, to his surprise, that he's almost finished it off. He offers the last swig to the Highblood.]

I think, if you warned people first about the sweetness, they might be more willing to try it.

[Because let's be honest, he's the first one to ever drink it twice, isn't he?]

[Karkat did, but only when he was higher than a motherfuckin' wood and tarp structure on a string.

Gamzee happily accepts the bottle back, quickly drinking the last swig. His tongue flicks out for a moment to catch the last drop from the mouth of the bottle, before he captchalogues the empty container into his miracle modus. Can't litter!]

It ain't even that fuckin' sweet.

[Getting to understand how screwed up his taste buds are yet?]

I still think you might get a better response if you warned people first.

[All the tact, man, he has it.

Equius offers his ghost half-smile to the Highblood, then stands up again.]

Shall we? Let's go get you some burritos to take home.

Nah, bro. There ain't no warning for fuckin' miracle like this, yeah? You gotta experience them mind, body and motherfuckin' soul.

[Yeah, he is still talking about soda.

At that, he gets up though, still carefully avoiding the glass.]

Aight. Just lead the motherfuckin' way, my brother. Ah, can we all like to be stopping by the coral too? Ain't visited it yet.

[Equius nods patiently, indulgently.]

We'll stop there first, then.

[And with Equius leading the way, they get to the coral with very little tomfoolery or distractions. Going places is Serious Business.]

[With Equius leading the way, it definitely goes quicker than Gamzee trying to find it on his own. He doesn't usually get lost anymore, but well... he does have a tendency of getting distracted and idling.

When they get to the coral, Gamzee presses his hands against the coral, breathing in as it lights up. The mark on the back of his neck glows bright for a moment, as the magic of the coral replenishes his energy enough that he can keep going without sleep.]

[Equius watches this little ritual from a few steps away. He hasn't touched the coral once since he arrived; he doesn't trust it. Besides, when he sleeps all he sees is black, so he isn't worried about the nightmares that plague the other trolls, and most everyone else who lives here, apparently.]

Is doing that really as good as sleeping?

[Maybe not the most tactful question ever, but he's curious.]

Better. Way fuckin' better.

[He pulls back, smiling at him.]

No fuckin' nightmares this way, yeah?

[He actually barely used to have dreams between the slime he was eating and the stuff he was sleeping in. But ever since that... incident? And the lowered slime dosages? Yeah, no good.]

[That's a fair answer, and Equius accepts it, even if he doesn't really understand the fear of having nightmares.]

Do you know how to get to the grocery store from here?

[He's not asking because he doesn't, but because there's not much point in taking the Highblood to get burritos if he can't find his way back.]

[hey, Gamzee doesn't begrudge you your non-understanding. He is pretty happy you don't.

When Equius asks that, he just leans over, patting his arm for a moment.]

Done forget where it is all at? It's okay, brother. I get my fuckin' forget on all the time too.

[Not quite what he meant, but okay, yes, let's go with that.]

It happens sometimes. Can you show me the way there?

[Now that the necessary coral ritual is finished, Equius is in much less of a hurry, and has no problem with the idea of just following the Highblood around Vatheon for awhile.]

[Just admit you wanna stare at his ass.]

Sure. Ain't no problem, bro.

[Gamzee turns and... surprisingly picks the right direction! He has been getting better at this. His memory might be bad, but even he can't forget roads he walks on nearly every day.]

[What? No! Equius just wants to make sure he can find it again himself without making it seem like he thinks Gamzee has no sense of direction ~~yes~~!

Equius is perfectly content to walk with the Highblood, taking what is undoubtedly a longer, more meandering route to the grocery store than he would have taken himself. His mood, so dark this morning, has improved significantly. He still can't really explain how the Highblood does it, but he somehow almost always manages to make him feel better when he's down.]

[It's miracles, man. Motherfuckin' miracles.

Eventually they get to the supermarket. It sure took some extra time, but Gamzee had not gotten gigantically lost this time. It was a good trip.]

[Once in the store, Equius takes charge, leading them to the frozen food section.]

They keep the burritos over here. There's a variety of flavors; my personal favorite is "Extra Cheezy," but you might like another kind better.

[Thump.

That is incidentally the sound clown skull makes when it impacts the front of a glass-door freezer. Because Gamzee? Has just plastered himself up against the freezer, staring at all the frozen goodies inside.]

Woaoaoah.

[Equius just shakes his head, very carefully opens the freezer door next to the one the Highblood is pressed up against, and selects some burritos and other frozen, easily microwaved foods for himself.]

How big is your thermal hull unit? We don't want to get more than you have room to store.

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