[Gamzee curls up into a ball so you have enough free-arm movement. Normally, he'd be fine with wheeling you along and saving you the trouble, but curling up and leaving his head against your chest feels right, too, if it probably leaves you with rather more limited head-movement, thanks to his horns pressed against the side of your face.
He can hear your pumpbiscuit baking out some sweet beats, and the creak of your wheel device wheels as you go. He's unexpectedly oblivious, wiggling his bare toes and peeking at them under the blanket. They're still freezing cold against your legs, not that you can feel them, thankfully.
The blanket's warm, but you're definitely warmer.
Any helpful advice you might be waiting for on how to get snow off the ramp isn't forthcoming.]
Poor poor Gamzee. XD
He can hear your pumpbiscuit baking out some sweet beats, and the creak of your wheel device wheels as you go. He's unexpectedly oblivious, wiggling his bare toes and peeking at them under the blanket. They're still freezing cold against your legs, not that you can feel them, thankfully.
The blanket's warm, but you're definitely warmer.
Any helpful advice you might be waiting for on how to get snow off the ramp isn't forthcoming.]