[Whoops, lost him for a moment there. Equius lets Gamzee space out, long-used to such interludes, and uses the time to pop some bread in the toaster, pour a glass of milk, and carefully retrieve two grapes, one green and one red. He sets the grapes on the kitchen table, and pours some orange Faygo in a small saucer beside them. There isn't enough room to swim, but Gamzee could definitely paddle around in it if he wanted to. There just aren't any mouse-sized cups in the kitchen.]
[Then he sits down, quietly eating his own breakfast and waiting patiently for Gamzee to focus.]
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[Then he sits down, quietly eating his own breakfast and waiting patiently for Gamzee to focus.]