[Gamzee didn't mind the silence. While Stan thought of deeper, more intellectual things, Gamzee's mind wandered with thoughts of dinner, of plants, and if elderly trolls ended up looking as ragged as their human counterparts apparently did.]
[Fortunately for Gamzee, his mind wasn't as clouded by his transformation as Stan's was. He wasn't obsessed with money, or trinkets, or anything that sparkled in the light. He was naturally drawn to all of those things, sure, but it wasn't an imposing obsession like it was with goblins - not that Gamzee had any idea about that. Stan was a savvy businessman, or, at least, he was as far as Gamzee was concerned. He also was a pretty decent guy, all things considered. He agreed to hang out and smoke with a brother, despite being sort of an ornery grouch about it. It was the thought that counted, and any sort of company was good company to Gamzee.]
Uhh, yeah... a lotta times, bro.
[He chuckled sheepishly, staring down at his budding arms. More often than not, they were covered in bandages from having burst into flames. If even one part of him touched fire, his limbs would light up instantly. He'd gotten pretty good about smothering them as quickly as possible, but it still left his skin black and charred and incredibly sensitive for the rest of the day. Monster healing took care of the burns pretty much overnight, so there was no trace of his "accident" the next morning.]
Ain't never been so 'fraid of nothin' in my motherfuckin' life now what that I am of some bitchass fire, now. Weak as fuckin' a shit-titted grubfucker, that noise all motherfucking is-- HONK!!
[Stan's sudden explosion of laughter startles the shit out of Gamzee, who practically jumps a few feet off of the couch before succumbing to a fit of giggles, himself. He cannot believe that sound just came out of that old man. Doubling over on himself, he clutched at his stomach and continued to wheeze out laughter that sounded much like a dying goose.]
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[Fortunately for Gamzee, his mind wasn't as clouded by his transformation as Stan's was. He wasn't obsessed with money, or trinkets, or anything that sparkled in the light. He was naturally drawn to all of those things, sure, but it wasn't an imposing obsession like it was with goblins - not that Gamzee had any idea about that. Stan was a savvy businessman, or, at least, he was as far as Gamzee was concerned. He also was a pretty decent guy, all things considered. He agreed to hang out and smoke with a brother, despite being sort of an ornery grouch about it. It was the thought that counted, and any sort of company was good company to Gamzee.]
Uhh, yeah... a lotta times, bro.
[He chuckled sheepishly, staring down at his budding arms. More often than not, they were covered in bandages from having burst into flames. If even one part of him touched fire, his limbs would light up instantly. He'd gotten pretty good about smothering them as quickly as possible, but it still left his skin black and charred and incredibly sensitive for the rest of the day. Monster healing took care of the burns pretty much overnight, so there was no trace of his "accident" the next morning.]
Ain't never been so 'fraid of nothin' in my motherfuckin' life now what that I am of some bitchass fire, now. Weak as fuckin' a shit-titted grubfucker, that noise all motherfucking is-- HONK!!
[Stan's sudden explosion of laughter startles the shit out of Gamzee, who practically jumps a few feet off of the couch before succumbing to a fit of giggles, himself. He cannot believe that sound just came out of that old man. Doubling over on himself, he clutched at his stomach and continued to wheeze out laughter that sounded much like a dying goose.]