Gamzee let out a wheezing sort of laugh, rolling around slightly in the pile. He really couldn't imagine himself being Tavros's moirail, but anyway, that thought? It's gone now. Because right now, a bro needs to hash out some feelings, and he said he would help him out. So.

"Yeah, bro, just do what you all think is motherfuckin' right," he said, shrugging into the pile where a series of soft honks followed. "I'm all sorts of wicked cool with all this. It was practically my motherfuckin' idea, you know?"