[Gamzee always keeps a plethora of pillows and blankets around the hookah pit. When he's not in his bed, this is where he spends most of his time, and he's always chilly. As Beat knocks the mountain of pillows off of his back, he reaches for one of the quilts strewn about the floor, closing his bony fingers around an edge of it before dragging it over both of them haphazardly. Shifting around on top of Beat, he was able to pull it a bit more in order to completely cover them both.]
[Curling back up on top of Beat's chest and taking a long, slow hit off the hookah, he sighed the smoke out tiredly, nuzzling against Beat's throat a bit.]
It's chill, 'cause, like... miracles happen every... fucking day, motherfucker. You all know on that shit? Every fuckin' day...
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[Gamzee always keeps a plethora of pillows and blankets around the hookah pit. When he's not in his bed, this is where he spends most of his time, and he's always chilly. As Beat knocks the mountain of pillows off of his back, he reaches for one of the quilts strewn about the floor, closing his bony fingers around an edge of it before dragging it over both of them haphazardly. Shifting around on top of Beat, he was able to pull it a bit more in order to completely cover them both.]
[Curling back up on top of Beat's chest and taking a long, slow hit off the hookah, he sighed the smoke out tiredly, nuzzling against Beat's throat a bit.]
It's chill, 'cause, like... miracles happen every... fucking day, motherfucker. You all know on that shit? Every fuckin' day...
[Nodding sagely. He was so high.]