[Gamzee shakes, and makes a keening noise at the intrusion. This is actually more than he's ever done to himself, because of his bad habit of spacing out during those times when he'd felt the urge. Hell, sometimes he'd gone and wandered off to something else entirely, too sopor addled to even finish. And sopor, he's discovering, apparently dulled every motherfucking thing down to almost nothing, because this is so much more intense than even his best moments of self-exploration. He's pretty much lost the battle unless something suddenly tips the scales and he knows it. But like hell is he going to surrender quietly.]



[He can't keep the desperate--and frankly, getting moreso by the touch--noises down, but he leaves scratches and bruises everywhere he can as he tries to keep his feet on suddenly very unsteady legs.]