[Gamzee was clawing at his wrists like a zombie. His precious, poor creations. All of them lifeless (again) on his homeworld, the thought makes him want to weep. And laugh. But mostly weep.
He shoves his hand up off of Gamzee's neck to tangle it in his hair. With a heave, he tries to yank his head up and slam it back down against the floor.]
Jamie I'm so sorry if u thought we forgot about this thread
He shoves his hand up off of Gamzee's neck to tangle it in his hair. With a heave, he tries to yank his head up and slam it back down against the floor.]
Yes-- you do!! No touching!