[Sadly, it hasn't occurred to Gamzee that any good self-respecting home comes without a beach. Though we'll grant he didn't spend as much time on his back home with his neighbors...
It starts to dawn on him that he's not in his hive, and he's probably landlocked.
His excited face falls.
DATE NIGHT IS RUINED!
He'd better think of something quick before Tavros notices, otherwise he'll want to leave, and not having Tavros leave seems very very important right now.
If he were prone to introspection--which he isn't, because introspection can get very crowded in his head, until it becomes more like a congress--he'd realize ow different this sort of behavior is even for him. Usually he's chill with the idea of casually exploring quadrants, and would let Tavros go and do the same.
But right now... He's not. Right now it's absolutely crucial that you find him interesting, pitiable, anything!
It's dimly unsettling, but no less urgent, somehow.
He thinks of something.]
[His hands are shaking, palms oozing pale violet sweat. Just a pie and he'll be fine. Ice cream seems like a good distraction. Something that will keep Tavros there while he gets his fix.
It's really tearing him up having to choose between his fix and his matesprit.]
The smiley fangs of LOVE. (I knew you'd like it. Such a winning FACE.)
It starts to dawn on him that he's not in his hive, and he's probably landlocked.
His excited face falls.
DATE NIGHT IS RUINED!He'd better think of something quick before Tavros notices, otherwise he'll want to leave, and not having Tavros leave seems very very important right now.
If he were prone to introspection--which he isn't, because introspection can get very crowded in his head, until it becomes more like a congress--he'd realize ow different this sort of behavior is even for him. Usually he's chill with the idea of casually exploring quadrants, and would let Tavros go and do the same.
But right now...
He's not.
Right now it's absolutely crucial that you find him interesting, pitiable, anything!
It's dimly unsettling, but no less urgent, somehow.
He thinks of something.]
[His hands are shaking, palms oozing pale violet sweat. Just a pie and he'll be fine. Ice cream seems like a good distraction. Something that will keep Tavros there while he gets his fix.
It's really tearing him up having to choose between his fix and his matesprit.]