“Woah, bro, you totally, like, went all gone from me for a second there,” Gamzee said, placing a hand on my knee. I probably wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t also grabbed onto my right horn; I mean, I didn’t mind, ‘ cause he did that a lot and stuff, but I was actually enjoying myself in my daydream, “what’s up, brother?”
“Oh, uh, nothing really I guess,” I said, stumbling over my words; but this wasn’t anything new, “I was just, uh, looking out the window, or something.”
“No my brother you were thinking up a motherfucking budding idea weren’t you?” I looked into his heavy-lidded eyes, and his slopping half-smile. How could he be so distant but also so...observant? I smiled at him because he was staring and I wasn’t sure what else to do. Replaying my thoughts in my mind made my face turn brown; I could just feel my face getting really hot and I looked back out the window, hoping Gamzee wouldn’t notice. Of course he did, though. I guess matesprits are meant to notice stuff like that.
“I was just, uh, daydreaming,” I said, “thinking of a good story, uh, yeah, that’s all.”
“Oh yeah,” I giggled watching one of Gamzee’s eyebrows soar high above his eye, “well, tell me, motherfucker!”
“N-no. I, uh, refuse!”
“Why not, little buddy?”
“Oh,” Gamzee’s brows knit together, which was the most emotion I had seen out of him in a while...I mean, when he wasn’t being all clingy and stuff or hanging off me...not that I mind that! He smiled goofily, “so? Why you gotta be all motherfucking self-concious and shit? Fuck, bro, I thought we were past this.”
“I, uh, I guess,” I stuttered, my face flushing all over again when Gamzee took my hand in his with a manic smile on his face, “G-Gamzee!” Whatever it was, and I’m still not sure why, but I can never say no to him, especially when he does stuff like cupping my head in his hands and smiles like that, “okay, okay, I was, uh, daydreaming about a story I, uh, I read once when I was just a little wriggler.”
“Go on, little buddy.”
“Oh, uh,” I looked around the room frantically, hoping to find something that would maybe distract him; where was that pie when I needed it? Or a nice pile of, horns or, something? “well, I was, uh, switching out the real characters for, uhm, like you and me and Eridan and Karkat and stuff,” I felt a smile crack across my face, and I soon I couldn’t stop smiling, imagining Eridan in the wizard’s outfit, “uh, it was just silly.”
“Well, fuck, bro, who was I?” He cocked his head to the left. I stumbled around for words for a minute.
“Y-you were, uh, well it’s not really, uh, important or whatever, but you were, uh, the main love interest,” I felt as if I was about to melt into a puddle. This was probably really stupid, “uh, and I was the princess, but not really cause I’m a guy and stuff, but, uh,” I cleared my throat, even though there wasn’t anything in it, “uh, I guess I can tell you the story if you want.”
“Go ahead, my favourite little Taurus.” He said, ruffling my hair with his broad hand. I blushed and cleared my throat: this was going to be a long story....