[He lifts his head weakly at the sound of his moirail's voice. His chest heaved with the effort and the air was like fire when he breathed. Brown streaks were trailing down his cheeks and smearing his already marred facepaint. He sees Tavros and there's that want in his eyes again. That hunger that seemed to border on lustful.
No. Absolutely not. He will not give into this. He will not attack his best friend, not after the emotional distress he was already causing him.
He wouldn't last long in a fight with him anyway. The thought shouldn't bring him as much comfort as it did.
Gamzee squeezed his eyes shut again and let his head fall back down with a whump. Somehow, he manages to conjure up a feeble smile.]
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No. Absolutely not. He will not give into this. He will not attack his best friend, not after the emotional distress he was already causing him.
He wouldn't last long in a fight with him anyway. The thought shouldn't bring him as much comfort as it did.
Gamzee squeezed his eyes shut again and let his head fall back down with a whump. Somehow, he manages to conjure up a feeble smile.]
Hey, motherfucker.