[Gamzee notices, but only distantly. His only thought right now is that it got a little too black for Tav to be fully comfortable with it. There's a little concern, but aside from resolving to talk to him about it later, nothing else.

Then Dave is ordering him to get naked and Gamzee wants too much to do more than snarl a little in token defiance. The fabric is damp and leaves streaks of indigo along his thighs when he pulls off his pants and tosses them somewhere. Like his horns his bulge is very long and slender, almost elegant. He cups himself, letting it wrap around his fingers. The red streaks that Dave's blood on his hand leaves behind shouldn't be nearly so arousing.]



[Then he looks up at Dave, curious. If this wasn't so black he'd want to take all the time to carefully explore the differences between them, but as it is he just looks, eyebrows furrowing a little as he tries to figure how humans work from sight alone.]