[Gamzee doesn't even pretend to make a move for the door - he knows if he waits long enough, Beat will just enter the treehouse by his own means. Instead, he takes another drag on the hookah's hose, letting the thick smoke fill his throat and lungs until they felt like they were going to shrivel up. Only then did he let it out through his mouth and nose in a thick, white cloud. By that time, Beat was stumbling through the door, just as Gamzee knew he would.]
[He turned his head slightly to look down at Beat, collapsed into the hookah pit next to the device. He wasted no time taking a hit of Gamzee's pot like he fucking owned that shit. Silent for a moment, he eventually responded to Beat's question, but not before taking one more hit.]
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[He turned his head slightly to look down at Beat, collapsed into the hookah pit next to the device. He wasted no time taking a hit of Gamzee's pot like he fucking owned that shit. Silent for a moment, he eventually responded to Beat's question, but not before taking one more hit.]
Cough, cough--
Didn't all know you all was fuckin' left.