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You quickly yanked your hand out of the box to see that it was covered in none other than soper pie. You made a face and shook it off.
Dave leaned his head on the wall, obviously feeling sick from all of the ‘magical apple juice.’ “Gamzee, it’s you’re turn in the closet.”
You glanced at the crowd of people, already seeing Gamzee’s tall horns peak over the rest of the crowd. He pushed to the front of the trolls. He saw you and gave you his regular goofy smile. You couldn’t help but giggle.
Instead of pushing the two of you, Dave shooed you into the closet and shut the door. You each looked around until you met each other’s eyes. The two of you shared eye contact for almost a minute. It didn’t make you laugh, however. It made you nervous. You liked Gamzee a lot, but he always made you nervous. You knew what he was capable of, and sometimes, it scared you.
A cold touch on your leg surprised you out of your thoughts. You quickly look down to see Gamzee’s hand trailing up to your hip, rubbing it in circles. You blushed.
“Gam? W-What are you doing?”
Gamzee simply smiled at you. “I’m getting you ready for the miracles.”
Without warning, he leaned towards you, pressing his lips against your own. You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t care. You were being kissed by the person you liked…. More than liked, loved.
He pushed deeper into the kiss. He didn’t even ask for permission as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. As he tasted the inside of your mouth, you could taste him… he tasted better than any miracle you could think of.
Gamzee pulled away for a moment. He leaned over to whisper something in your ear.
“[Name], how in the motherfuckin’ world do you taste so amazing?”
You shrugged. You weren’t really sure how to answer him.
Suddenly, Gamzee grabbed both of your wrists and pins you up against the wall of the closet. “Tell me how…” He muttered in a husky voice. You could feel yourself heating up.
You peered over his shoulder, seeing the door open. Dave stood in the doorway and looked at the two of them oddly. Without saying anything, he just stepped out of the way and pointed at the stairs.
Gamzee set you down, letting you stand up and regain your balance.
“So… do you wanna motherfuckin’ do this?”
Dave leaned his head on the wall, obviously feeling sick from all of the ‘magical apple juice.’ “Gamzee, it’s you’re turn in the closet.”
You glanced at the crowd of people, already seeing Gamzee’s tall horns peak over the rest of the crowd. He pushed to the front of the trolls. He saw you and gave you his regular goofy smile. You couldn’t help but giggle.
Instead of pushing the two of you, Dave shooed you into the closet and shut the door. You each looked around until you met each other’s eyes. The two of you shared eye contact for almost a minute. It didn’t make you laugh, however. It made you nervous. You liked Gamzee a lot, but he always made you nervous. You knew what he was capable of, and sometimes, it scared you.
A cold touch on your leg surprised you out of your thoughts. You quickly look down to see Gamzee’s hand trailing up to your hip, rubbing it in circles. You blushed.
“Gam? W-What are you doing?”
Gamzee simply smiled at you. “I’m getting you ready for the miracles.”
Without warning, he leaned towards you, pressing his lips against your own. You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t care. You were being kissed by the person you liked…. More than liked, loved.
He pushed deeper into the kiss. He didn’t even ask for permission as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. As he tasted the inside of your mouth, you could taste him… he tasted better than any miracle you could think of.
Gamzee pulled away for a moment. He leaned over to whisper something in your ear.
“[Name], how in the motherfuckin’ world do you taste so amazing?”
You shrugged. You weren’t really sure how to answer him.
Suddenly, Gamzee grabbed both of your wrists and pins you up against the wall of the closet. “Tell me how…” He muttered in a husky voice. You could feel yourself heating up.
You peered over his shoulder, seeing the door open. Dave stood in the doorway and looked at the two of them oddly. Without saying anything, he just stepped out of the way and pointed at the stairs.
Gamzee set you down, letting you stand up and regain your balance.
“So… do you wanna motherfuckin’ do this?”
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...A munchkin cat, perched up on a shelf.
I reached up to get it down, only for it to hiss and scratch me.
I immediately pulled back my hands.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, little guy. I'm only gonna get you down from up there. Don't you want that?" I asked, confused.
He hissed, his fur standing on end as his ears lied back.
"Oh, please. You're too cute. You can't possibly think you can win in a match against me, do you? And here I thought you might wanna live with me and watch some romcoms and just cuddle on the couch. Because that's what I mostly do when I don't have school or work." I said, pouting.
He seemed to perk up at the word romcom.
"Yo
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…Tavros. Only he had a grub body that was his blood color, 6 needle-like legs with 3 to each side, and his horns seem to be making him off balanced, and one was stuck in the basket’s weaving. I giggled at that, and helped him get his horn out, then picked him up. He clung to my shirt, his little legs weaving into the material easily. I heard him letting out whimpers, so I lightly patted his back and gave him a little kiss on the head, noting his eyes no longer held the rust brown hues, but were grey- kinda like Karkat’s were when I first met him. I smiled at him, and giggled again when he made a purr-ish noise
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You blinked tired eyes at the screen of your phone.
Your matesprit had messaged you over an hour ago, late at night, telling you that they wanted to come visit.
Gladly, you waited up for them. But they still hadn't arrived, and as the time ticked by, your eyelids threatened to close.
With a huff, you got up off your couch and marched to the door when you heard a knock. Swinging it open, you were ready to rant when a squeak stopped you. Looking down, you spotted a basket at your feet.
And a certain grub-afied troll within.....
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