[He puts hands to your shoulders, raises his head and smiles...a smile you're more used to coming from Terezi.
It's kind of disconcerting the way his teeth gleam next to the deep gray he's painted over his lips--so dark it almost make his lips look black like a girl's. His eyes dilate even as he looks, and for once really seems to focus-
That's just it, too, Gamzee's eyes never focus. They're always staring a little dreamily right through you, or just past you, or somewhere over your shoulder... Never right at you. Much less like this, where he seems to suddenly notice, and look a moment at the hand you've put to his face, then flash right back, with a broad grin, seizing your face with both hands, and wrenching it upwards to look at him with... An absurd strength you didn't know he had, actually. Much less with the sort of snap motion where he's kneeling over you, trapping you in your own chair. Uncomfortably close, body to body. Close in a sort of way that isn't the lack of noticing he's close that's usual for Gamzee, either. Aggressive like the way he's got your face in his hands, and his face is close enough to whisper, which he does--half of the time, anyway. Much too close the other half where he roars at you in a volume that makes your horns tingle with a lambent resonance you can't put your finger on.]
[He's squeezing the underside of your jaw in one hand, stroking the side of your face with the nails of his other hand. His breathing's much too close. From this distance, you can hear the faint, ragged natural honk-rasp that only normally shows when he starts getting tremendously excited.
There's a demented, and above all fierce affection in his too-focused eyes, as he's got your neck craned so far back it hurts. Just as abruptly, he lets go, still leaning, but simply touching your face, almost reverently, the clown-makeup demonic over his features, as he adds with a dementedly tender whisper, breathing almost obscenely into your face with every word]
EVERYONE HIDE THIS ASS-OUT POST FROM EQUIUS I MEAN IT. XD (You do that, dear.)
It's kind of disconcerting the way his teeth gleam next to the deep gray he's painted over his lips--so dark it almost make his lips look black like a girl's. His eyes dilate even as he looks, and for once really seems to focus-
That's just it, too, Gamzee's eyes never focus.
They're always staring a little dreamily right through you, or just past you, or somewhere over your shoulder... Never right at you. Much less like this, where he seems to suddenly notice, and look a moment at the hand you've put to his face, then flash right back, with a broad grin, seizing your face with both hands, and wrenching it upwards to look at him with...
An absurd strength you didn't know he had, actually. Much less with the sort of snap motion where he's kneeling over you, trapping you in your own chair. Uncomfortably close, body to body. Close in a sort of way that isn't the lack of noticing he's close that's usual for Gamzee, either. Aggressive like the way he's got your face in his hands, and his face is close enough to whisper, which he does--half of the time, anyway. Much too close the other half where he roars at you in a volume that makes your horns tingle with a lambent resonance you can't put your finger on.]
[He's squeezing the underside of your jaw in one hand, stroking the side of your face with the nails of his other hand. His breathing's much too close. From this distance, you can hear the faint, ragged natural honk-rasp that only normally shows when he starts getting tremendously excited.
There's a demented, and above all fierce affection in his too-focused eyes, as he's got your neck craned so far back it hurts. Just as abruptly, he lets go, still leaning, but simply touching your face, almost reverently, the clown-makeup demonic over his features, as he adds with a dementedly tender whisper, breathing almost obscenely into your face with every word]