[Equius looks down at the new gown color, and something in the back of his mind tugs at him, like he should be flipping right the fuck out over his change in colors, and his hands actually rise to the front of the dress, like he's going to tear it off.]
[But then whatever was bothering him skitters away, as lost as those strange memories about now being able to touch Gamzee. Weird, how those things kept resurfacing at the oddest moments.]
[He bobs a quick little bow to John.]
Thank you.
[Then he turns back to Karkat. Laying his ears flat against the sides of his head, he plucks a single rose from a nearby bush. Making sure Karkat is watching, he crushes it in his hand, grinding it into a messy pulp. Then, moving as quickly as he can, he throws it right at the fairy's face.</small.]
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[But then whatever was bothering him skitters away, as lost as those strange memories about now being able to touch Gamzee. Weird, how those things kept resurfacing at the oddest moments.]
[He bobs a quick little bow to John.]
Thank you.
[Then he turns back to Karkat. Laying his ears flat against the sides of his head, he plucks a single rose from a nearby bush. Making sure Karkat is watching, he crushes it in his hand, grinding it into a messy pulp. Then, moving as quickly as he can, he throws it right at the fairy's face.</small.]