"You wanna go out?" It was almost a mocking echo of what Tavros had just said, full of unfathomable maliciousness that he hadn't meant there to be, as he walked closer to Tavros, closing the distance as he spoke with a naturally fluid, naturally terrifying stride in which it seemed every nerve, muscle, and sense was trained straight onto the brownblood, "Well shit, cuz, I can't see no motherfuckin' reason why you want to be all sorts of motherfuckin' busy keepin' me on a short leash. But I ain't gonna even bring up that this would be the first time you asked me personal. Shit yeah, brother, I wanna go somewheres."

His fingers slipped down Tavros' jaw as he looked down into his eyes, his own sclera having bled into a horrific red. Even when he'd fronted before, they'd always managed to stay a bit orange, but it was obvious that there was no such containment on this part of Gamzee right now.

"Just you and me, Tavros. Maybe while we out there, I'll find a nice secluded alley to get you all tucked into, go and make a black stain all up on a wall with our love. Haven't gotten to play my style for ages. Better stains of love, than of avarice, right, Tavros?"