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D --> I believe now that the pair of you have had a chance to recuperate from recent events
D --> I would like to discuss some matters with the pair of you
D --> As I said before, to Equius
D --> They would concern your ancestor, Highblood, along with some matters regarding myself
D --> Matters which I have not been particularly open with

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_{[...That actually earns a small smile out of him. Hardly noticeable, really, especially behind all that hair, and when he straightens up, it's gone again. The glasses slide back into place.]}

That too.

_{[Leave again? It honestly hadn't occurred to him. They both... seemed to want him here. Even after the discussion, they aren't... driving him off...]}

...Have the pair of you eaten yet?

_{[Why not.]}

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[That sudden change of topic is enough to give Gamzee momentary mood-whiplash. He blinks owlishly for a few moments, trying to restart his brain and huh. Has he eaten? He can't remember. Well, he is always ready for food anyway.]

... no?

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[Because he's essentially draped on his ancestor like a sweaty blue towel, Equius feels Darkleer relax a little, feels the tension leave his shoulders, and when he lets him go and sits back, Equius is looking smugly pleased with how it all went down.]

Not recently, no.

[Two hours ago isn't recent, right? Come on, they're growing boys!]

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We'll make something, then.

_{[Something to take their minds off of that whole wretched business which happens to be his past. With Equius now off of him, Darkleer rises up to his feet and looks down at the duo.]}

Afterwards, perhaps we can work on controlling your strength a bit, Equius.

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Can we like... all order us some motherfuckin' pizza?

[What, Gamzee likes pizza. He can pile up a thousand all you can eat toppings and it is amazing and wonderful and nobody ever wants to share with him which is kind of weird.

Honestly, normally he'd be completely down with cooking for them, but all of that hard conversation left him pretty exhausted. Mentally at least. Nothing some chilling won't fix.

chilling and pizza.]

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[Equius leaps to his feet, and he's wearing one of his rare grins, an expression Gamzee has seen before but Darkleer probably hasn't.]

Yes! Let's order some pizzas and then do strength training while we're waiting for them!

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_{[Whoa. Down there, pony boy. Darkleer looks faintly amused at the excitement.]}

Very well. [It's not like he could tell Gamzee 'no' anyway despite the long talk they just had.] You two can place the order and I'll wait in the back.

_{[That said, he begins to walk towards the backdoor. This will be a good distraction, really.]}

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[pizza pizza pizza pizza pizza.

Though, considering it is the three of them, they are going to need pizzas.]

You wanna order?

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Sure, I'll do it.

[Equius brushes a quick kiss off Gamzee's cheek before using his SFC to dial up their favorite pizza place. Five vegetarian supremes and three everything-evers ("the Gamzee pizza, yes"), and he's ready to bounce to the backyard to join Darkleer.]

Would you like to come watch?

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[Gamzee laughs for a moment, reaching over to catch his hand and squeeze it. And then not letting go.]

Yeah, I'm coming.

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_{[Take your time, kids, Daddy understands your need to be overly affectionate with one another, he really does. ]

[Whenever they decide to come out, Darkleer will be simply sitting on the ground, legs crossed and with his wrists resting on his knees. Definitely more relaxed than when he was trapped between Equius and Gamzee and having that Awkward Conversation.]}

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[This is great. No more fighting, pizza on the way, Darkleer will be staying in the hive, and Gamzee is holding his hand. Everything is coming up roses for Equius right now.]

[He leads Gamzee to the backyard, then plants a kiss on him before letting go of his hand on the porch and walking over to Darkleer. Equius sits down across from his ancestor, imitating his posture, and awaits instructions.]

Edited Date: 2011-12-07 10:12 am (UTC)

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[And Gamzee meanwhile is more than happy to chill on the porch, keeping an ear out for the pizza delivery man. He knows this whole strength control thing is their way of bonding and it is not something he wants to get in the way of. He knows how much Equius wants to learn to control himself, after all.]

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_{[With Equius in front of him now, Darkleer stirs a bit and calls up his sylladex. It's visible for a moment- the fetch modus based on complicated mathematics- and then he's pulling out a simple wooden arrow. There are more complicated ones, and those of a sturdier design, but he wants to start with this one. Simply letting it rest on his fingers, he starts to speak to Equius.]}

One of the additional problems our strength can cause us is that it makes us nervous. That, in turn, makes our body tense. That only makes things worse.

I've sure you've noticed it before. When another touches you, it's easier to simply go limp, isn't it? [He's been there. He knows.] While it sounds contradictory, it means focusing that sort of looseness. If you stay tense, then you're at risk of making too sharp a movement, which leads to broken things, or even individuals.

Understand so far?

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[Equius' eyes gleam behind his shades when he sees that fetch modus, and in his head, he's already trying to figure out how he can redesign his own to emulate it. But when Darkleer speaks, he listens closely, nodding.]

My old moirail used to tacklepounce on me all the time. I'm very good at going limp.