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[fiduspear]

[ It's a big step.

A real big step. He'd never initiated anything. Been dragged by the nose into quadrant after quadrant, tried to haul himself out of each and every one of them with mixed results. This is the first time he's taken agency, made a choice and it's vital. ]

I, [ a pause, longer than he usually has as he sifts through words and tries to discern their meaning. When he continues, it's a little stronger. Slightly more assured. ] I want to be your moirail. If, you also want to be mine, that is.

[pieous]

[Yeah. That's... what he thought he was getting at. Did Tavros have any idea what Gamzee's track record was when it came to quadrants - pale ones, specifically? If he did, he still elected to proposition Gamzee like this in spite of it? If he did not, why the fuck didn't he do more research beforehand? What if they weren't from the same timeline? Wouldn't he have been better off asking their friends for input first? Gamzee couldn't imagine he was in good enough standing with anyone from back home to warrant anything close to a "positive review".]

[Before he could get any sort of coherent thought out of his sap-coated mouth, he continued to balk at the request, asking in a completely serious tone:]

Bro... you mother fucking high or some shit!? Like... like, for reals, yo. Ain't meaning at no motherfuckin' disrespect or nothing, but...

[Vague hand gestures. Tavros has to know... right? Did he seriously jump into this blind? Oh, who is Gamzee to talk - everything he himself had ever done had been without a prior thought.]

Uh... you all missed a fuckin' lot while you was dead.

[fiduspear]

You, uh, missed a lot while you were alive. To be fair, to, that objection.

[ He works a clawed hand through his mane of seaweed, chewing on his lower lip. He was no good at this, at any of the quadrant stuff. Who was he kidding even asking? Gamzee might be a righteous mess, but Tavros could remember how even Vriska at her worst still had suitors lining up at the door for her hand.

And he knew that Gamzee wanted a different quadrant. He'd known since they were six sweeps old, maybe even before that, when they hadn't cared about anything beyond having a fun time.. When there hadn't been anything to care about other than that. ]

I still want to, if, you want to.

[pieous]

[Were they still on Alternia, Gamzee would be jumping at the chance. In fact, he was still jumping at the chance. The only thing keeping him from having his dewy eyeballs fall out of his head in excitement was his concern for one of the only people left for him to be concerned about.]

[Though, he never was one to be swayed by trivial things like morals or logic. He takes another long, bubbly hit from the hookah before responding with a strained voice from the smoke.]

...Yeah. Fuck yeah.

[He grinned afterwards, leftover smoke filtering through the gaps between his crooked fangs. He looked as relaxed and happy as ever, eyelids drooping in a sleepy manner.]

Maybe a motherfucker all can, like... be all able at protecting in you now... like he ain't was fuckin' able to before.