[...came along and what? Looked down over Equius while he was crouched down, seemingly picking something off of the floor? Gamzee was sprawled across one of the taller work tables, head dangling awkwardly off of the side, neck craned just enough to spy on whatever Equius was so concentrated on. It had to be something good to warrant that kind of attention!]
[...Was he. Cleaning...]
[If Equius hadn't felt Gamzee's terrible pink hair brushing the back of his neck as he hung just above him, he'd probably feel the pokes and prods of his massive horns as he shifted around atop the table. He actually had taken a liking to the workshop. Even if he didn't have any skills whatsoever, it was still fascinating to stick around, down a pie, and wait to see what interesting person would come in here next. He'd met a lot of people here, and even though he'd seen this yellow Equius around (where had he seen him? Where had he seen him?), he'd never really spoken with him directly. He thinks?]
[Now seemed like the perfect time to spybe intrusive strike up a conversation with a brother! Well, just as soon as he finished missing his mouth with every fingerful he attempted to take of the pie, dripping a few splats of it on the floor next to the poor yellowblood.]
[If Gamzee ever was required to do any sort of covert operation, he would fail at it. And fail miserably.]
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[...Was he. Cleaning...]
[If Equius hadn't felt Gamzee's terrible pink hair brushing the back of his neck as he hung just above him, he'd probably feel the pokes and prods of his massive horns as he shifted around atop the table. He actually had taken a liking to the workshop. Even if he didn't have any skills whatsoever, it was still fascinating to stick around, down a pie, and wait to see what interesting person would come in here next. He'd met a lot of people here, and even though he'd seen this yellow Equius around (where had he seen him? Where had he seen him?), he'd never really spoken with him directly. He thinks?]
[Now seemed like the perfect time to
spybe intrusivestrike up a conversation with a brother! Well, just as soon as he finished missing his mouth with every fingerful he attempted to take of the pie, dripping a few splats of it on the floor next to the poor yellowblood.][If Gamzee ever was required to do any sort of covert operation, he would fail at it. And fail miserably.]