[Gamzee raises his head, grinning disfocusedly at you with no regard for personal space as usual, face an inch from yours. He still seems to be a little more like his old self, though.]
[And hold hands, he thinks with dumb, drug-hollowed hope. Whispering sweet nothing-raps into one another's listening sponges.
And give any seadweller who wants to stare and judge a faceful of motherGLUBBING club, never mind how stupid that is. Because you're matesprits, and he doesn't care anymore. Terrified as he is of seadwellers, if they put so much as a single fin up to destroy his date night, he will have to motherfucking subjuggulate a bitch.
But first, pie. He's shivering again, and holding onto you. It's so nice that you're so warm. Such a miracle.]
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[And hold hands, he thinks with dumb, drug-hollowed hope. Whispering sweet nothing-raps into one another's listening sponges.
And give any seadweller who wants to stare and judge a faceful of motherGLUBBING club, never mind how stupid that is. Because you're matesprits, and he doesn't care anymore. Terrified as he is of seadwellers, if they put so much as a single fin up to destroy his date night, he will have to motherfucking subjuggulate a bitch.
But first, pie.
He's shivering again, and holding onto you. It's so nice that you're so warm. Such a miracle.]