You are now going along with it.

Not that you think you could fight back, you are far from being able to actually speak. Not that you would if you could either, you are enjoying it far too much, the attention that is. His attention. That thing you thought you would never ever get again when you finally realized how much you wanted it, or needed it even. The clown you now know for sure is your matesprit is hovering slightly over you, and he seems to be trying especially hard not to laugh. Or rather, not to laugh again, but this time there doesn't seem to be some apparent reason. You hope you haven't done anything wrong. It's too bad you can't work up enough of a voice to ask, especially since the squeak resulting from your efforts sent him into a slight fit of giggles. You avert your eyes, cheeks stinging from the sheer heat of your blush.

TC:SoRrY tHeRe TaVrOs I dIdNt MeAn To AlL gO aNd LaUgH aT yOu.

AT:,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

TC:TaV? YoU oK bRo?

AT:,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

TC:... It WaS jUsT tHaT yOu WeRe AlL bEiNg ShY aNd It WaS pReTtY fUcKiNg CuTe Of YoU.

TC: :o?

Cute. You never really thought you'd be so happy to be described as such. It isn't exactly a masculine compliment, and you almost feel like you should be insulted, but you don't. You feel elated. With only a second of hesitation you lean your head on your matesprit's chest, tightening your embrace. You soon feel him do the same to the top of your head. You swallow hard, still trying to coax your voice-box into at least stuttering something out. You're kind of afraid to try again because of how well your last attempt at conversation went. With a deep breath you finally manage it.

AT:i.. iTS, uH, aLRIGHT gAMZEE,

TC: MhMmM.

It is all most certainly motherfucking right. Everything. The only thing not fucking miraculous at the moment is that you are a little worried your blood-pumper's thumping will bother the motherfucker you're holding right now. You feel a little indigo fly up to your cheeks. You wonder why shit like that happens when you're really happy, or nervous, or embarrassed. How does that fucking work? Miracles that's how. You think for a moment about if that shit shows up through your make-up. Maybe you'll ask Tavros sometime. Sometime when he is not pressed firmly to you of course, you wouldn't dare risk ruining the moment, that'd be like shaking all the carbonation from the Faygo before you all go and drink it. Carbonation. Karkat ruined that miracle for you, he's still your best friend though, the motherfucker was just a bit testy that day, it ain't his fault he got all fed up.

You go back to focusing on this unshaken-Faygo-grade sweet bro that you're all up and in he lap of. You try your hardest to come up with something to comfort him a little bit more. Not that you think there's something really wrong, it's just that the cute little motherfucker is about as nervous as they get. Which, although it is very much adorable beyond all fucking reason, is a bit inconvenient in the current situation. Not to mention that you don't want him to have to go and feel uncomfortable with you. You want him to feel free and happy and all sorts of good things everywhere, but especially with you. You want him to be the happiest with you. That is how you feel about the sweet Toreador, and you want him to feel the same about this Bard.

TC:YoU sUrE iTs AlL aLrIgHt TaV?

TC:'CaUsE i'M rEaLl SoRrY iF mY lAuGhInG bOtHeReD yOu.

AT:,,,,,,

AT:uH, nO IM FINE,,,

AT:rEALLY,,,

TC:It SuRe DoEsN't FeEl LiKe It BrO.

AT:uH,,,,

TC:FeElS lIkE ii AlL uP aNd MaDe YoU nErVoUs.

TC:YoU dOn'T gOtTa Go AnD bE nErVoUs ArOuNd Me, NoThInG yOu Do WoUlD uP AnD BoThEr Me BrO.

TC: :o)

TC:HoNk

AT:,,,,,,,,,

You can't say that all of that just made you feel much, much, much more nervous. You can't say it because you're afraid it would hurt Gamzee's feelings. You can't say it because it would be mean, and you could never be mean to much of anyone, especially him. Most of all, you can't say it because you can't seem to make yourself speak. You can, however, pull away from his chest and look up at him. You can smile and nod and even get real close to his face. You can do all those things, and you proceed to do them. One thing you can't do is force yourself to press your lips to his. You think it would be to sudden. You're afraid he'll pull away. You're afraid you'll mess it up. He seems to have none of those fears, or at least he pushed them aside for the moment it took to bring the two mouths together.

You couldn't really describe how it felt if you tried. You know it was warm, a little wet from his not quite completely dry make-up, that it felt right, and that when kiss ended you could taste remnants of grape soda. You find yourself very curious as to if the extent to which your face is blushing bothered him, if it was too warm, or unsightly. You also find your eyes closed, again. Quickly, you spring them open, only to find that your dear, clownish matesprit was doing the same, you can see the indigo thickly through the smears of white make-up adorning his face. You risk smearing that on his cheek a bit more with your lips. You would bet that your face is pretty much covered with it right now anyway. He responds with a bright, dopey grin and another tight hug.

TC:I fUcKiNg LoVe YoU tAvRoS.

TC:I lOvE yOu So MoThErFuCkInG mUcH.

AT:,,,,

AT:i,,,, uH,,,,

TC:It'S aLrIgHt TaV.

TC:YoU dOn'T hAvE tO sAy It BaCk.

You really want to though. You want to tell your matesprit that you love him, that you have for awhile. That you dreamed about kissing him for so long, and that the kiss that actually happened was much better than you ever imagined, as simple and short as it was. That you want to do it again. You and your throat are still waging a bit of a war though, you can't seem to get it to work much in your favor. You manage a nod. You know you have to do something else, say something else. You once more think about Rufio, this time allowing yourself to lean on that crutch. You think that he would work up the nerve to tell his lover that he loves him. You beg Gog to let you do the same.

AT:nO,

AT:i MEAN, uH, nO ii DO HAVE TO,,

AT:bECAUSE ii DO,, uH,,

AT:i LOVE YOU gAMZEE,,

AT: }: #)

TC: :o)

===Gamzee:Ask him to say it again

===Tavros:Be embarrassed

===Gamzee:Ask if he wants to go make-out a little

===Gamzee:Make yourself comfortable

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