Continuation!

[paradiseblossoms]

From this log @ Saudade.

Gamzee Makara (honkalypse) and Dave Strider (sicknastiest).

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[sicknastiest]

What is he doing? What is he doing? That's...what, three times now, he's been kissed by a murderous troll? And it shouldn't, shouldn't make his stomach twist itself up in knots like this, but for some reason it does, and Dave's totally going to blame that on fucking teenage hormones and stress.

And he's afraid of Gamzee, that much is clear, because he knows now, what Gamzee can do but... But it's also kind of hard to be afraid of him, because Dave can also see the fear in his eyes.

One thing's for fucking sure - whatever the hell this is turning into, it's not going to be easy. But maybe that's better. Maybe that's what Dave needs to distract himself from the fact that he's got no fucking idea where he is or what's going on or how to find his friends.

All he really knows is that he's fascinated by the smear of his own bright blood across Gamzee's gray lips, by that oh-so-alien indigo blush that creeps across the troll's cheeks.

He swallows, hard, knows that now would be the perfect time for some kind of witticism, some sarcastic or cynical remark that display just how nonchalant he is about these sloppy interspecies makeouts, but for some reason, all he can manage to get out is, "Uh..."