That's one thing he has to admire about Gamzee - the way the lanky motherfucker moves. He's so used to Tav and his clanking metal legs, his ridiculously oversized horns, that watching Gamzee move like that, like water, sends a little shiver down Dave's spine.
Those indigo bruises forming on Gamzee's hips aren't helping matters, either.
Dave stands his ground, staring through his shades with his usual lack of expression, and shrugs. "I could go another round, maybe, sure. But from the way your legs don't want to hold you up, I'm guessing you might need a while, so maybe I'll take a raincheck on that offer."
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Date: 2012-01-23 05:42 am (UTC)Those indigo bruises forming on Gamzee's hips aren't helping matters, either.
Dave stands his ground, staring through his shades with his usual lack of expression, and shrugs. "I could go another round, maybe, sure. But from the way your legs don't want to hold you up, I'm guessing you might need a while, so maybe I'll take a raincheck on that offer."