It fuckin' be hurtin' a brother right in his pusher to set his stubs on your motherfucking sadness right n--
[There was a clang of metal before a shout, and it had Gamzee pulling the pair of legs to his chest, ready to defend them. Even if they weren't together anymore, he still cared about them. He'd pick up his clubs and pummel anyone who dared try and--]
[Oh.]
[Nothing ever goes his fucking way, does it.]
I was gonna bring 'em home after we was motherfucking done here.
[Belatedly, he realized his hand was gripping the ass attached to those limbs. He quickly slid it down to rest on the back of a thigh.]
[WHY THE FUCK DID TAVROS HAVE TO BE EVERYWHERE HE REALLY DID NOT WANT HIM TO BE!?]
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[There was a clang of metal before a shout, and it had Gamzee pulling the pair of legs to his chest, ready to defend them. Even if they weren't together anymore, he still cared about them. He'd pick up his clubs and pummel anyone who dared try and--]
[Oh.]
[Nothing ever goes his fucking way, does it.]
I was gonna bring 'em home after we was motherfucking done here.
[Belatedly, he realized his hand was gripping the ass attached to those limbs. He quickly slid it down to rest on the back of a thigh.]
[WHY THE FUCK DID TAVROS HAVE TO BE EVERYWHERE HE REALLY DID NOT WANT HIM TO BE!?]