[It turns his face back to a wide clown-grin to hear you talk like that, playing idly with your hair. He's getting through to you now. For a second, he can even imagine you going berserk together, you flying about with your lance, and him with his clubs, painting eachother's faces with blood.
BEST DATE EVER. SO ROMANTIC. It gives him a little clammy shiver, as he tries to ignore that persistent whimsical voice in the fringe of clouds looming at the edges of his momentarily clear mind, and the knot in his gut. He hasn't thought so clearly in ages, like Hell he's giving it up that easily.]
[The whisper leans in for just a moment, by your ear.]
[he leans back and a look of annoyance crosses his face, a sulk twisting his painted mouth.]
[One of Gamzee's giant hands swats at the air, before he hisses and covers his ears. The knot in his stomach's getting worse, and that foggy, whimsical voice won't leave it alone.]
*continues to chase, honking...annnnd....POUNCE!* HONK!
BEST DATE EVER. SO ROMANTIC.It gives him a little clammy shiver, as he tries to ignore that persistent whimsical voice in the fringe of clouds looming at the edges of his momentarily clear mind, and the knot in his gut. He hasn't thought so clearly in ages, like Hell he's giving it up that easily.]
[The whisper leans in for just a moment, by your ear.]
[he leans back and a look of annoyance crosses his face, a sulk twisting his painted mouth.]
[One of Gamzee's giant hands swats at the air, before he hisses and covers his ears. The knot in his stomach's getting worse, and that foggy, whimsical voice won't leave it alone.]