Time for some awkward romance.

[paradiseblossoms]

Some shaky relationship development between two kids (well, one kid and one troll) who are about as far from normal as you can get.

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

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The slowest log ever to exist. I am so sorry.

[sicknastiest]

He should care. He really should, the way Gamzee gets all up in his space like that. Because he knows what Gamzee can do, he's seen what the troll gets like when he's not in a good place.

But he doesn't. He doesn't really care that Gamzee's too close; doesn't really care that he's not on guard, ready to flash-step away at the slightest indication that Gamzee's feeling a little hopped up on crazy today. And maybe that's the scariest thought of all - that he's getting used to the troll, that he's starting to trust him.

Dave Strider does not trust most people - and he sure as hell doesn't start doing it this fast. But he's also the coolest coolkid ever to grace this world with his presence, so he'll be damned if any of this leaks through his icy shell.

So he just stands, lets Gamzee get as close as he wants, and eyes him coolly from behind the protective glare of his shades.

"Cocky," he observes, smirking. "Guess you're not taking lessons on just the tables, are you?"

It is the perfect pace.

[honkalypse]

Gamzee laughs at that, a quick cackle that dies down to a barely voiced chuckle. "You're all over rubbing off, brother. Getting down with your bad self all on me."

A pause, a blink, and he's even closer, a hair's breadth from touching. "You like it. Got yourself full up with the wicked want for this brother to be hanging all on your words. On your wicked self. Feels motherfucking good for me to get my respect on of you."

And he's not entirely sure of this, but he thinks that's it. He doesn't really know why, but the thought settled all around in his pan and it feels right, up like so many things felt right before.