Your name is Gamzee Makara. You are getting a really bitchtits snuggle going on here, your hands smell of fresh blood, and you are in love as motherfuck. You are in love such as you wouldn't even put it that way to your homegirl, since Jane would go and all make her one eyebrow sarcastic, you'd say you're steeped up in dopest flush and she'd smile and roll her eyes only a little bit. In fact she is smiling some already.
It's a good moment.
"So I went for the motherfucking birds," you say as you smooch her cheek again, because she don't hold much with the birds, so it's cool.
"Birds? What? Gamzee, what do birds have to do with anything," she says, and whoops, it sounds like there goes the smile.
You lean back to get a look in on her face, and yep. Now it's the suspicion. But at least it's the kind where she pretty much already knows what's up and coming, though.
"So, uh, there was earlier today when I up and made me another kind of a potion," you say, and then get into some details so she doesn't have overmuch time to get stern. "Birds and motherfucking mantids is what I went for in the ways of ingredients. You know how fuckin' hard it is to get blood right and proper out of them buggy motherfuckers? A brother can try for mirth as hard as possible, but it's only the littlest bit that production will offer you. Aw, Miss Mary Jane, come on, you don't even like birds. You let Dirk eat 'em."
"Don't call me that," she says all proper, like she does, and sighs and huffs herself straight into your arms. "Fine. Both of you can terrorise the seagull population of the new world, see if I care. Let's make pies out of the damn things!"
You pet at her, all relieved she's taking it easy. She's good at taking shit in stride, scaling up to match, never a push-over. Girl is real and righteous. "Fuck yeah, babe. I already had to go and set the meat aside proper. Dirk's going to be all up and flipping happiest kinds of shit if we go and do that."
"Now, there are two things that I am trying to bring myself to ask," Jane sighs. "Will it be 'why the devil do you insist on making these creepy potions', or will it be 'what is a mantisgull potion supposed to do, anyway'?
>Gamzee: Tell Jane all about the new potion you whipped up earli (FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3NEPETA)
It's a good moment.
"So I went for the motherfucking birds," you say as you smooch her cheek again, because she don't hold much with the birds, so it's cool.
"Birds? What? Gamzee, what do birds have to do with anything," she says, and whoops, it sounds like there goes the smile.
You lean back to get a look in on her face, and yep. Now it's the suspicion. But at least it's the kind where she pretty much already knows what's up and coming, though.
"So, uh, there was earlier today when I up and made me another kind of a potion," you say, and then get into some details so she doesn't have overmuch time to get stern. "Birds and motherfucking mantids is what I went for in the ways of ingredients. You know how fuckin' hard it is to get blood right and proper out of them buggy motherfuckers? A brother can try for mirth as hard as possible, but it's only the littlest bit that production will offer you. Aw, Miss Mary Jane, come on, you don't even like birds. You let Dirk eat 'em."
"Don't call me that," she says all proper, like she does, and sighs and huffs herself straight into your arms. "Fine. Both of you can terrorise the seagull population of the new world, see if I care. Let's make pies out of the damn things!"
You pet at her, all relieved she's taking it easy. She's good at taking shit in stride, scaling up to match, never a push-over. Girl is real and righteous. "Fuck yeah, babe. I already had to go and set the meat aside proper. Dirk's going to be all up and flipping happiest kinds of shit if we go and do that."
"Now, there are two things that I am trying to bring myself to ask," Jane sighs. "Will it be 'why the devil do you insist on making these creepy potions', or will it be 'what is a mantisgull potion supposed to do, anyway'?
> Jane: Pick a question.