Now that Gamzee was fully aware of the horns and their honking, he seemed more at ease, though his facial expressions failed to show anything different from the usual 'stoned out of his mind' look.

Gamzee found a place next to Tavros, sinking into the uncomfortable pile with ease, not even flinching or minding the honks. This was a place where important shit was hashed out. Shit like feelings and stuff, you know? He shifted onto his side, staring straight at Tavros with heavy-lidded eyes.

"You all gettin' your motherfuckin' comfortable on, man?"