Gamzee squeezed his arm a bit tighter around Leo's shoulders, prodding at his chest. "What a brother all means to be saying here is drink a motherfuckin' faygo, bro." For a moment, colours suddenly washed all over them as Gamzee dug into his sylladex for one of the many bottle of faygo held in its capricious grasp. And indeed before too long a bottle of the shitty sugary soda appeared.

Appeared much like a cannonball fired from a cannon, suddenly materializing in mid air before sailing off into the far away distance as if flung away by an invisible source.

Gamzee, clearly, was neither bothered or surprised by that reaction. His sylladex, man. It was... it was just kinda special. "Whoops, shit, let me all try that again."