[Sure enough, when Henry was far enough away to be out of sight, Gamzee could sense him in the forest, his leafy ears perking up and flicking a bit to listen for sounds of snapping twigs or rustling leaves in the distance. It wasn't just sound, though, it was the innate feeling of something else among the presence of nature. Of course, Henry was a part of nature, as much as he could be, but he was still part human, or part monster, or part other along with it. He was harder to sense than any other monster would have been, but he was still sensed nonetheless.]
[When Henry gets close enough to speak to, Gamzee is high up in the branches of a very tall tree. In a flurry of both flesh and bark limbs, he was twisting and bounding down the tree with the skill of a squirrel on drugs, claws hooking into the bark and having the branches twist on themselves to carry him down the rest of the way to the trunk, where he hopped off into the snow.]
Haha, yo, brother! Have yourself any motherfuckin' trouble all at findin' the joint?
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[When Henry gets close enough to speak to, Gamzee is high up in the branches of a very tall tree. In a flurry of both flesh and bark limbs, he was twisting and bounding down the tree with the skill of a squirrel on drugs, claws hooking into the bark and having the branches twist on themselves to carry him down the rest of the way to the trunk, where he hopped off into the snow.]
Haha, yo, brother! Have yourself any motherfuckin' trouble all at findin' the joint?