[There's an extra spring in one very familiar clown's step as he bounds towards you with intermittent excited honks, and launches himself into your chair, rocking you both dangerously, and assaulting your nostrils with the familiar scent of greasepaint, sugar, seaside, and the faint cool-blooded underwashed smell that's Gamzee himself.
He has a hug that could dislocate shoulders, even as he bumps your horns briefly together in a twinging affectionate butt. It only takes one fast, wind-knocking moment before he shifts and nuzzles his face by the side of your neck, mumbling in contented sing-song stoner gravel into your ear.]
[He seems to think this is a good place to stay, all curled up around you just...hugging tightly. You're so nice and warm. He's always liked that about you.
Whether or not this is requited is so up to you. Either way it's going to be hilarious because Gamzee affection is...well. Gamzee affection.]
And because trolls have "quadrants" rather than normal romances to fill... MATESPRITS(?)
Date: 2011-11-16 11:58 pm (UTC)He has a hug that could dislocate shoulders, even as he bumps your horns briefly together in a twinging affectionate butt. It only takes one fast, wind-knocking moment before he shifts and nuzzles his face by the side of your neck, mumbling in contented sing-song stoner gravel into your ear.]
[He seems to think this is a good place to stay, all curled up around you just...hugging tightly. You're so nice and warm. He's always liked that about you.
Whether or not this is requited is so up to you. Either way it's going to be hilarious because Gamzee affection is...well. Gamzee affection.]