[Gamzee had liked the workshop. He'd had a pretty sweet time last he was here, even though he'd arrived then by accident. He knew now the way to the fifteenth floor - you just had to pretend like you were going to the thirteenth, and space out for two floors. Crazy how that shit works, huh?
But the people he was looking for weren't here this time. Well, why would they be? It wasn't their room. People came and went all the time. This didn't seem to quell his surprise when he hadn't found them in the room, however.
Instead, there stood a prim adult troll, diligently working on what looked like... a dress? Wow, it was pretty detailed, too. Piquing his interest, he wandered over blithely, leaning down on the worktable with his scrawny elbows and placing his chin in his palms - careful not to smudge the paint covering his face.]
Whoaaaa, you all make this shit by your motherfuckin' self?
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But the people he was looking for weren't here this time. Well, why would they be? It wasn't their room. People came and went all the time. This didn't seem to quell his surprise when he hadn't found them in the room, however.
Instead, there stood a prim adult troll, diligently working on what looked like... a dress? Wow, it was pretty detailed, too. Piquing his interest, he wandered over blithely, leaning down on the worktable with his scrawny elbows and placing his chin in his palms - careful not to smudge the paint covering his face.]
Whoaaaa, you all make this shit by your motherfuckin' self?