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♑ ♥ ♐ | I'll take you just the way you are
Who: Gamzee and Equius
Where: In the bedroom.
When: Backdated to monday evening after their talk with Darkleer and Gamzee talking to Signless
Style: Fuck your brackets.
Status: closed
GOOD LUCK!
Gamzee glances over that last message send by Signless with a relaxed smile, letting his SFC dangle from his fingers, perched in a loose mess of too long limbs on the window sill of their bedroom. There isn't really a breeze outside, not like there is up on the island or there had been back on his beach, but the small difference in temperature between outside and inside is enough to prickle his bared skin anyway. And he's got a lot of that. Well more than normal, at least; he's wearing no more than what he normally wears to sleep in: a pair of his own boxer-shorts and one of Equius' old tank-tops, one of those just torn enough that Equius can't wear it as normal anymore, but still together enough that he can get away with it as jammies.
Talking with Signless sure had helped mellow things out for him, and make things make sense in his pan. Darkleer had been all sorts of fuckin' helpful too, but there was no adult troll as relaxing as Signless. You couldn't beat Signless to a relax-off. He simply was the best there is.
Either way, that leaves just one thing he still wants to do, that he told Signless he was going to do: talk to Equius. They're in this together, after all. No need to keep any stuff hidden between the two of them. They are motherfuckin' matesprits. They are supposed to be open.
Where: In the bedroom.
When: Backdated to monday evening after their talk with Darkleer and Gamzee talking to Signless
Style: Fuck your brackets.
Status: closed
GOOD LUCK!
Gamzee glances over that last message send by Signless with a relaxed smile, letting his SFC dangle from his fingers, perched in a loose mess of too long limbs on the window sill of their bedroom. There isn't really a breeze outside, not like there is up on the island or there had been back on his beach, but the small difference in temperature between outside and inside is enough to prickle his bared skin anyway. And he's got a lot of that. Well more than normal, at least; he's wearing no more than what he normally wears to sleep in: a pair of his own boxer-shorts and one of Equius' old tank-tops, one of those just torn enough that Equius can't wear it as normal anymore, but still together enough that he can get away with it as jammies.
Talking with Signless sure had helped mellow things out for him, and make things make sense in his pan. Darkleer had been all sorts of fuckin' helpful too, but there was no adult troll as relaxing as Signless. You couldn't beat Signless to a relax-off. He simply was the best there is.
Either way, that leaves just one thing he still wants to do, that he told Signless he was going to do: talk to Equius. They're in this together, after all. No need to keep any stuff hidden between the two of them. They are motherfuckin' matesprits. They are supposed to be open.
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