Gamzee did as asked, if only because he wanted a sneak peek at what he was working with. What he saw was odd to him, but no less arousing. "Sucks you ain't down with the shit I'm offerin'. Least I ain't tepid room temperature shit. Ain't like fuckin' a corpse or nothin'." He scooted down just enough to inch his own pants down, pushing them off his ass then down to his knees, slipping them off to be rid of the purple-stained boxers and pants.

"But I heard shit about cold showers and how they fuck your shit up. So it might be a wash."