[Gamzee's grip relaxes with a sighed honk. Actually, his whole stringy body just kind of melts back into it's ordinary, floppy bonelessness. A little beyond the ordinary, even. A soft, jelly puddle cuddled against you, quiet, and still.
He's absolutely silent except for the faint honk-rasp that's his normal breathing for a very long time as you wheel along.]
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He's absolutely silent except for the faint honk-rasp that's his normal breathing for a very long time as you wheel along.]