Gamzee shivers hard at the touch, but his lips quirk up. Sensitive, but in an almost ticklish way. Of course the shivers send another splash of dust falling right off and floor around his feet is coated in a shimmery purple now.
"Maybe. Don't sound too motherfucking good up to me."
There's an awkward pause. He doesn't remember how to put the wings back in. He knows there's a way--Vriska kept them in for a long while, and he had them in until now--but he can't up and figure it out. Thinking all at them to go in doesn't work. He frowns and just lets them relax. They fold up nice against his back but don't go in again, looking rather like bright purple coat-tails.
"Well motherfuck. Don't be knowing how to put them all back."
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Date: 2012-06-07 09:41 pm (UTC)"Maybe. Don't sound too motherfucking good up to me."
There's an awkward pause. He doesn't remember how to put the wings back in. He knows there's a way--Vriska kept them in for a long while, and he had them in until now--but he can't up and figure it out. Thinking all at them to go in doesn't work. He frowns and just lets them relax. They fold up nice against his back but don't go in again, looking rather like bright purple coat-tails.
"Well motherfuck. Don't be knowing how to put them all back."