[Gamzee is kind of preoccupied at the moment, though, hissing, and shaking his head.]
[He leans close, and his eyes disfocus again, as he mumbles in a familiar whimsical rumble,]
[Before he lurches over one of the arms of your chair and proceeds to choke out a long stream of sickly indigo-green vomit. He stops finally, and leans there, groaning, and shaking, the cords on his neck standing out. His breathing is especially harsh and honking, the gray of his neck chalky.]
MoThErGrUb! *tries to awake your dreamself*
[He leans close, and his eyes disfocus again, as he mumbles in a familiar whimsical rumble,]
[Before he lurches over one of the arms of your chair and proceeds to choke out a long stream of sickly indigo-green vomit. He stops finally, and leans there, groaning, and shaking, the cords on his neck standing out. His breathing is especially harsh and honking, the gray of his neck chalky.]