"Only one other sister be having wings up in here. Only other one of us what got to god tier."
He looks at Dave's hand curiously, but his wings do a little more than just that, stretching out and flicking forward towards that hand a little. Admittedly, he's a little curious about the wings. Never even tried to up and fly with them yet. Can't remember more than one other time he up and had them all out either. His voice goes a little sad, a little lost.
"Don't even got no memories how it up and happened. Didn't even know until ... after."
Tentatively, delicately, and with a reverence usually only reserved for some of his (Bro's, though, really) most expensive equipment, Dave runs callused fingertips over Gamzee's wings. They come away covered in more of that fucking fairy dust, but that's okay. It's kind of worth it for that touch.
Dave's never held a butterfly - they were always a little too...normal to be included in his collection of weird dead things - but he imagines it might feel something like Gamzee's wings.
His mouth twists a little as he rubs his fingers together, feeling the dust. "Might be better that way, bro. Going God Tier's not exactly a great experience. I mean, me and Rose had to fucking blow ourselves up to get there, and I think John got stabbed."
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."
Dave just has to laugh, rolling his eyes behind his shades and clapping Gamzee on the shoulder.
"Guess you're just going to have to go around being a winged motherfucker for now, then." He shrugs. "Somehow, I don't think anybody's going to mind. But, uh..."
He eyes the floor around them, now glittering and purple. "Let's get the fuck out of here before they decide to make us clean this up or something."
He laughs again as he starts down the hallway. "Man, you better hope nobody's looking for you, or anything. You're leaving a trail Terezi could follow." He considers that for a moment. "I mean, without getting down and licking the floor."
"Yeah. Let's be getting our leave on before they all see."
The contact feels nice, and he leans in just a tiny bit for a moment or two, looking more like a sway than anything else. He laughs along all at Dave's joke, suddenly so very glad he doesn't feel that hate anymore. This feels so much better. Cleaner. Like that hate wasn't all being what he really wanted. What had he wanted all to start up? Gamzee isn't quite all sure, memories going fuzzy in and out.
Then he realizes he's all lagging behind and has to trot a few steps to catch up. It's...tiring, and he remembers there all being a train so he's hoping it's close.
It's...kind of like being followed around by an big puppy, Dave thinks, which is much better than it was before. Before it was more like being stalked by a very hungry, very angry tiger or something.
And kind of just like a puppy, he notices that Gamzee's lagging behind a little bit, like he's worn out his energy with his enthusiasm. Or, you know, maybe it's just that he's still recovering from being kind of fucked up. That's probably more likely.
Carefully, Dave slows his pace, tucks himself into Gamzee's personal space so he can be there just in case.
Gamzee realized Dave up and slowed down for him and he's full with a weird new sensation all through him. Kind of nice, but he doesn't know what it's being. It's not quite the almost pale-like feelings, or the wanting to makeout that makes them red. It's... something else.
It's basically a lifting of the loneliness that's plagued him forever. A feeling that someone totally cares. Really is paying attention. What he'd all up and thought he might be feeling with Karkat but hadn't had the time to settle all in. Gamzee gives Dave a confused but bright smile as they walk, with the tiredness pulling at it a little but open and happy.
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He looks at Dave's hand curiously, but his wings do a little more than just that, stretching out and flicking forward towards that hand a little. Admittedly, he's a little curious about the wings. Never even tried to up and fly with them yet. Can't remember more than one other time he up and had them all out either. His voice goes a little sad, a little lost.
"Don't even got no memories how it up and happened. Didn't even know until ... after."
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Tentatively, delicately, and with a reverence usually only reserved for some of his (Bro's, though, really) most expensive equipment, Dave runs callused fingertips over Gamzee's wings. They come away covered in more of that fucking fairy dust, but that's okay. It's kind of worth it for that touch.
Dave's never held a butterfly - they were always a little too...normal to be included in his collection of weird dead things - but he imagines it might feel something like Gamzee's wings.
His mouth twists a little as he rubs his fingers together, feeling the dust. "Might be better that way, bro. Going God Tier's not exactly a great experience. I mean, me and Rose had to fucking blow ourselves up to get there, and I think John got stabbed."
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"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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"Guess you're just going to have to go around being a winged motherfucker for now, then." He shrugs. "Somehow, I don't think anybody's going to mind. But, uh..."
He eyes the floor around them, now glittering and purple. "Let's get the fuck out of here before they decide to make us clean this up or something."
He laughs again as he starts down the hallway. "Man, you better hope nobody's looking for you, or anything. You're leaving a trail Terezi could follow." He considers that for a moment. "I mean, without getting down and licking the floor."
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The contact feels nice, and he leans in just a tiny bit for a moment or two, looking more like a sway than anything else. He laughs along all at Dave's joke, suddenly so very glad he doesn't feel that hate anymore. This feels so much better. Cleaner. Like that hate wasn't all being what he really wanted. What had he wanted all to start up? Gamzee isn't quite all sure, memories going fuzzy in and out.
Then he realizes he's all lagging behind and has to trot a few steps to catch up. It's...tiring, and he remembers there all being a train so he's hoping it's close.
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And kind of just like a puppy, he notices that Gamzee's lagging behind a little bit, like he's worn out his energy with his enthusiasm. Or, you know, maybe it's just that he's still recovering from being kind of fucked up. That's probably more likely.
Carefully, Dave slows his pace, tucks himself into Gamzee's personal space so he can be there just in case.
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It's basically a lifting of the loneliness that's plagued him forever. A feeling that someone totally cares. Really is paying attention. What he'd all up and thought he might be feeling with Karkat but hadn't had the time to settle all in. Gamzee gives Dave a confused but bright smile as they walk, with the tiredness pulling at it a little but open and happy.
"This is up and being...nice."