[Manhandling Gamzee always produced the same reaction - a honking, scrambling nymph that claws and bites in a flurry of sharp edges and hard horns. Once Beat was able to get a handle on the wild plant, Gamzee was wide-eyed (as much as his current state would allow), staring down at him in alarm and trying to calm his furiously-pounding heart.]
[His hair wasn't tied up today, so a dirty curtain of dreadlocks fell over Gamzee's shoulders and on either side of Beat's face. He watched the boy take another hit using the hose in his hand.]
[They were in such a compromising position already, and it had been weeks since he'd last seen Beat. Before he had a chance to exhale, Gamzee leaned down to press their mouths together, parting Beat's lips with his own and attempting to inhale the smoke from his mouth.]
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[His hair wasn't tied up today, so a dirty curtain of dreadlocks fell over Gamzee's shoulders and on either side of Beat's face. He watched the boy take another hit using the hose in his hand.]
[They were in such a compromising position already, and it had been weeks since he'd last seen Beat. Before he had a chance to exhale, Gamzee leaned down to press their mouths together, parting Beat's lips with his own and attempting to inhale the smoke from his mouth.]