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DAAAATE!
Gamzee couldn't fall asleep until well past what he considered "fuckoff in the morning," so he was a little laggy as he woke up. he slammed a soda after his ablutions, eating a big breakfast, smirking his way through his bacon and eggs. Then he got dressed. He decided, that since it was blessedly less hellishly hot and humid today, he could get away with more than just boxer shorts. He had on basketball shorts, a nondescript tank top, and a gaudy vintage printed silk shirt of gold baroque filigrees on a background of the deepest midnight blue. His hair was pulled up and back off his face and neck in a poofy ponytail.
Now it was time to be ready for the date. He hadn't been on a proper date in months. The last date he was on had gone tremendously nuclear when his matesprit at the time had decided to try and spoil him, which was not something that he could accept or enjoy. He got progressively more uncomfortable and tetchy until he melted down at dinner that night and had a panic attack in the ramen shop's bathroom.
This was bound to go far, far better. For one, they were in the comfort of his own home, and he was going to learn something valuable. Second, it was with someone he knew had similar interests to him.
Someone he knew, if he was a troll, would be a purpleblood. Because he knew Troll Corbin, although he wasn't near as interested in Troll Corbin. In fact? Troll Corbin gave Gamzee the wig for a number of reasons. But Human Corbin? He was so at peace with him. Corbin made him feel so comfortable. He hadn't gotten too nosy about shit that he felt was touchy or personal. He didn't ask why Gamzee enjoyed the forest or why he twitched sometimes, or why he couldn't make eye contact. He just. Accepted him.
It was a new, beautiful feeling.
When the time rolled around for Corbin to arrive, Gamzee was sitting poolside, legs submerged, as he laid back and looked at the clouds, smiling dazedly up at them, making believe they were smiling back.
Now it was time to be ready for the date. He hadn't been on a proper date in months. The last date he was on had gone tremendously nuclear when his matesprit at the time had decided to try and spoil him, which was not something that he could accept or enjoy. He got progressively more uncomfortable and tetchy until he melted down at dinner that night and had a panic attack in the ramen shop's bathroom.
This was bound to go far, far better. For one, they were in the comfort of his own home, and he was going to learn something valuable. Second, it was with someone he knew had similar interests to him.
Someone he knew, if he was a troll, would be a purpleblood. Because he knew Troll Corbin, although he wasn't near as interested in Troll Corbin. In fact? Troll Corbin gave Gamzee the wig for a number of reasons. But Human Corbin? He was so at peace with him. Corbin made him feel so comfortable. He hadn't gotten too nosy about shit that he felt was touchy or personal. He didn't ask why Gamzee enjoyed the forest or why he twitched sometimes, or why he couldn't make eye contact. He just. Accepted him.
It was a new, beautiful feeling.
When the time rolled around for Corbin to arrive, Gamzee was sitting poolside, legs submerged, as he laid back and looked at the clouds, smiling dazedly up at them, making believe they were smiling back.
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"So do we got any idea what's wrong with it to start with? Or is it just like, shit won't go? Cus hell, could be anything making it not."