♑ third honk • voice • April 5th • evening

[thehonking]

[There's nothing at first but the sound of a clown horn - a long, rather mournful sound from something that would otherwise normally be used to bring joy.

This is repeated a second, then a third time before it's followed by a somewhat crazed sounding giggle.

Then the feed cuts out.]

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[seadweller]

[What is it with people acting so strange today?]

Gamzee?

[thehonking]

h o n k.
HONK.

[seadweller]

Glub glub!
Are you alrig)(t?

[thehonking]

just fine, fishsis.

[seadweller]

Okay..
Because lots of people have been acting R-EALLY FIS)(Y today!

[seadweller]

O)(!
W)(en did you c)(ange your quirk??
38O

[thehonking]

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

audio;

[silicomb]

[ dear fuck this would be terrifying if it weren't largely unnerving. ]

Are you okay.

audio;

[thehonking]

[He chuckles again, and there's a lazy drawl to his voice that doesn't seem entirely natural.]

Shit, bro, I'm motherfuckin' fiiiiine.

[Nope.]

audio;

[silicomb]

[ Nope. ]

Lies and motherfucking deceit. GZ, where are you?

audio;

[thehonking]

FUCK YOUR MOTHER FUCKING BIFURCATED NOOK, MOTHERFUCKER.

No one asked you to pay no hive-calls, bro.

NEITHER MOTHERFUCKIN' ONE OF US.

audio;

[silicomb]

I'm flattered at the proposition, but you need to woo this hot mess first, bro.

I'm not trying to go pale on your non-existent glutes, honkfuck, I'm checking to make sure nobody's going to step on your pathetic prone form frothing and honking in the streets.

audio;

[thehonking]

[There's a bit of that laughter again. A return of that drawl.]

Aww, that's all kinds of sweet on you, motherfucker.

[voice]

[malandragem]

[...oh dammit- again?]


Gamzee...?

[voice]

[thehonking]

Heeeey there, big sis.

[voice]

[malandragem]

Hello little brother.

[Sus...picious...]

Is everything... alright?

[voice]

[thehonking]

WHY THE FUCK DOES THERE HAVE TO BE ANYTHING MOTHERFUCKING WRONG?

It's aight, sis.

IT'S MOTHER FUCKING ANNOYING.

Just gettin' my chill on.

YOU CAN STICK YOUR CONCERN STRAIGHT BACK IN YOU NOOKWAYS.

Riding the fuckin' wave.

[voice]

[malandragem]

Gamzee.

[This is her serious voice.]

Considering I just got two different replies in alternating cadences, I would presume that things are not exactly 'right'.

[A beat, and then more gently-]

...please do not do anything rash, dear brother.

[voice]

[thehonking]

MOTHERFUCK.

[The quieter lines become slightly strained.]

Ain't going nowhere, ain't doing nothing.

RASH LIKE MOTHERFUCKIN' WHAT?

Won't get my harsh on at nothin'.

I'LL DO WHATEVER ALL THE MOTHERFUCK I WANT.

[Text]

[dead_black_eyes]

[L doesn't seriously think that it's his fault that Gamzee is behaving in an more bizarre and unstable manner than usual. True, he didn't come home the night before, and he's not home now, but he has faith in Gamzee's ability to trust that L is behaving responsibly and safely when they're apart... even if nothing is further from the truth.]

Gamzee, it's Ryuzaki. Where are you now?

[L isn't sure if he can go find his partner, but if things are bad enough, it might actually be a good thing to get him out of Bakura's apartment and doing something productive.]

[Text]

[thehonking]

YOU.
home.
FUCK YOU.

[Text] ---> [Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

[Yeah, he really expected something along these lines.]

Give me five minutes.

[He's just across the hall, after all. He stops into the bathroom to check his reflection, which... really, it hasn't improved, and then heads over.

The door is open. He swallows and lets himself in.]

Gamzee?

[Action]

[thehonking]

[Gamzee is sitting on the couch in the living room, legs crossed and head bowed as if lost in, or rather trying to get lost in, some sort of meditative state. The usual yellow of his eyes, when he looks up in the direction of his partner, have darkened to an orange-red. The paint on his face is terribly smeared, with smudges on his hands and arms making it obvious how it got that way.

Dealing with the madness waves is supposed to come natural. It had before. But now there are doubts niggling at him, and in his efforts to keep them in check he's simply trying too hard.

He says nothing to L, which may be a response worse than yelling.]

[Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

[L has never had trouble dealing with silence... but there is plenty to find off-putting about his partner. For one thing, he had thought that Gamzee was a paradox, in that he was unstable but handled the madness surprisingly well. For another, those eyes were beyond bloodshot, crossing over into the territory of the bizarre and fearsome.

He goes to the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of Faygo and holding it toward Gamzee.]

How long have you been like this? You're frightening people.

[Action]

[thehonking]

Don't know.

[His voice is a little hoarse, and he stares at the offered bottle as though not sure what it is before finally reaching a shaky arm out to take it.]

Don't motherfuckin' know. Hard to get my focus on.

[At least he sounds less divided. Knowing that he hasn't been abandoned helps with that - not that any such thoughts were very rational to begin with.]