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[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Nobody talked to the kid with the dreads.

Nobody knew if he'd been held back with the jocks, or if he'd just hit the world's worst growth spurt, but the long, lanky highblood seemed to top everyone else in stature, even the select little clique of seadwellers, all of whom had taken to muttering about him indiscreetly. Of course, it didn't help his image that he wandered the halls with the dazed expression of the perpetually baked. He'd already been forced to stop painting his face by the faculty to keep from distracting others in his classes. As if that was really what everyone was focusing on.

He was intelligent, even brilliant according to some of the instructors, but that didn't count for anything when none of his homework was turned in, either coming up missing or simply forgotten, or occasionally doodled on. He never took notes and rarely remembered to bring his textbooks. The only class he did well in, for that matter, was his visual arts elective and even then, he rarely stayed on task, often speeding through the lessons then slinking away to one of the broken-down loveseats what were used for the occasional sit-in model for life drawing sessions.

He was a flake, and ninety percent of the time, he was alone.

Fourth block Gym was never something that he participated in. He simply stayed long enough to be counted there for role call, then slipped out easily to settle down behind the gymnasium where the security guards never went, sitting on the ground in the shade in his gym clothes and packing a bowl out of sight where the smoke would be whipped away by the breeze.

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[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

"Ain't been yankin' me anywhere I don't wanna go," Gamzee argued, running his finger down the side of Eridan's face then pecking his lips lightly before sitting back and stretching out again. "Rain's makin' me kinda restless though. Already slept so much and the cold's a little better now, not so motherfuckin' miserable. Sure you don't have any other plans?" he teased and nudged his foot against Eridan's leg, his tongue poking from between his teeth.

[princeofmelodrama]

"Well, I could go for a swim," Eridan said, considering with a thoughtful glance upward and a purse of his lips. "Spent too long bein' miserable an' holed up in blankets, I'm startin' to get antsy."

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Gamzee nodded thoughtfully and sat back up, leaning his elbow against the back of the couch. "Ain't been swimmin' in a while. I don't really tend to get the chance, y'know? Rest'a the sea dwellers tend to run me outta the school's pool when I'd wanna do laps."

[princeofmelodrama]

"I do laps here at home, just to avoid those assholes. The only reason I even deal with the team is 'cause I'd prefer to get my sports in somewhere without father throwin' some sort of fit that I'm too fragile." He shook his head as he stretched his arms over his head and popped his shoulders, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I doubt you've even made it to that wing a the house. Would you like to see the pool?"

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

"You ain't fragile," Gamzee pouted some and stood up, offering Eridan his hand. "I mean a lot'a shit can make you sick but that's not really any different from most of us. I still got the fuckin' sniffles and all. Bet the exercise will do us both some good."

[princeofmelodrama]

"Tch, try tellin' that to father," Eridan said as he lifted himself off the sofa with Gamzee's offered hand, looking up at him with a brief smile. "Let me go rifle through Cro's shit, I'm sure he's got a pair a trunks you can borrow. He's got skinnier hips than me. You wear one'a mine and they'd droop an' still somehow be too short." He looked down at Gamzee's skinny hips and shook his head. "Skinnier'n me an' still taller. You need to feed yourself more."

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Gamzee grinned and looked down at the pajama pants still slung low on his hips. Even with Cronus being thinner than Eridan his clothes were still baggy, and given that Cronus was shorter than he was the trunks were likely to come up above his knees. "Prob'ly wouldn't stay on very long in the water even if I do wear his," Gamzee pointed out then draped his arms around Eridan's neck. "Got something with a drawstring? Otherwise I'm gonna have to swim nekkid."

[princeofmelodrama]

Eridan rested his hands on Gamzee's hips, his lips pulling into a sharp, lopsided smile. "Even if the answer's yes, now I'm considerin' sayin' no." He slipped away and walked to his wardrobe, opening one of the drawers to pull out one pair of tight swimmer's shorts for himself, and then a more casual pair of board shorts with a drawstring for Gamzee. They'd be short on him, but still fit around the waist. "Best I can offer you." He gave a sweet look to the highblood before strolling towards the corner of his room that was sectioned off with screens to change.