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[RL with Gamzee]

Thanks to the speed of his kickass rocket chair, it didn't take Tavros very long to get to the Land of Tents and Mirth. Unfortunately, it seemed like it was just enough time to allow him to check his community messages and, consequently, be forced to come to a rather upsetting and very embarrassing realization that, in all honesty, probably shouldn't have come as much of a surprise.

But it did, and he felt dumb and more than a little bit down about it, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to hugging it out with his bro as much as said bro was. He flew around LOTAM, slowing his pace as he kept his eyes peeled for Gamzee below.

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There was a long pause. He didn't look like he was deep in thought, but he wasn't saying anything either.

"Miracles will happen. Just wait, brother, good things will motherfuckin' happen. I don't know what all will be happening with your girl - maybe something sweet, but it'll motherfuckin' happen." And he seemed quite satisfied with this answer as he sank deeper into the horn pile.

"Oh." Tavros should've guessed. It was always miracles.

With a sigh, he finally lowered his hands and relaxed into the pile again--as well as he could relax, anyway. He was still feeling incredibly awkward and dumb, but at least getting it off his chest had helped a little, and he figured that was the most he could hope for.

Still, he glanced at Gamzee from the corner of his eye, a bit nervously. "So, um. You won't... tell anybody, right?"

Gamzee made an amused 'pfffft' sound as he rolled onto his back, horns protesting loudly as he pressed into them. He looked over at Tavros, looking surprisingly serious (for him, anyway).

"Tavros, my main troll man, I won't be motherfuckin' telling nobody about any of your business if you don't want me to. That's what's all up about bein' friends and shit."

"Yeah, uh, you're right," Tavros sighed, turning his gaze towards the ceiling. "Thanks, Gamzee. I really appreciate you, you know, letting me talk about this stuff, even if it's probably dumb."

Gamzee turned his gaze to the ceiling as well, getting lost in the texture of grays. He seemed real content, knowing that his best bro was feeling better. Seriously, those miracles were really something, weren't they?

Absentmindedly, he stretched out an arm to reach over and pat Tavros on the head, but he missed entirely and hit a couple of horns instead. He continued to pat the horns as he grinned.

"No fuckin' problem, brother."

Tavros couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. He didn't always understand what Gamzee was saying, and he wasn't sure the troll's advice was always the most helpful (not that he'd ever say that, of course), but he was easy to talk to, and that in itself meant a lot to Tavros. Tavros only hoped he could be as good of a friend in return, which reminded him...

"Um, oh yeah..." He turned towards Gamzee again, a sheepish look on his face. "So what about you? How are you feeling now, with the, uh, hugging thing?"

Gamzee's eyes suddenly widened as he mimicked Tavros, turning over onto his side to stare at his best bro. He hadn't felt the urge to hug in a while, but now that Tavros mentioned it...

"You know, like, how sometimes you don't go all thinkin' about motherfuckin itches and shit and it goes away? But then when you get your reminder on about it later?" He flinched a little suddenly, like something had tickled its way up his spine.

"I guess so?" Tavros frowned. "Does that mean, then, that you're still feeling bad?"

"Uhhhhhhh," Gamzee said eloquently, as he fidgeted a little. Welp, there it was again. It wasn't like a sudden hit of discomfort and sadness or anything, but he was slowly feeling it creep up on him. "Sorta, man. It's all like what the motherfuck is going on, you know? Hahaha..."

His laugh tapered off into a nervous sounding chuckle, as he stared at Tavros in an expectant way. The hand that had been patting the horns above Tavros's head was 'walking' its way down, not at all trying to be sneaky about it.

Tavros blinked and stared back at him, just as expectantly. Was he waiting for permission or something?

"Um, okay, well... That was sort of why I came over, remember?" With a shy grin, he shrugged and splayed his hands, sort of as an invitation but not overtly so, should Gamzee change his mind and decide that Tavros maybe wasn't good for hugging, after all. "That is, if you still want to..."

To be perfectly honest, Gamzee was sort of afraid that Tavros would find the request for a second hug to be annoying or dumb or something, which was a strange train of thought for him. This concept of being afraid of rejection was foreign to him, and it bothered him a lot. But upon seeing the invitation (albeit a slightly hesitant looking one), his grin only grew wider.

"Fuck yeah I do." And with that, he scooched over eagerly and fitting himself against Tavros's body, digging his arm into the horn pile underneath to get a good wrap-around all going down and shit. He settled his head under Tavros's chin, and gave him a good ol' BONE-CRUSHING SQUEEZE.

To say that Gamzee's enthusiasm surprised him would be kind of an understatement, but it'd be a flat out lie to say it didn't make him feel good. Of course, the bone-crushing squeeze was possibly a bit excessive...

"Uh, wow, uh, G-Gamzee... I think maybe, uh, I can't breathe?"

"Oh, sorry, man," Gamzee mumbled lowly, loosening his grip a little but still hugging him tight. "Mrmghhh I don't know what the fuck is going on and shit, but mother fuck these hugs are more addicting that the motherfuckin' pies."

Though he probably didn't realize it (or care) right at this moment, something in the back of his sopored mind told him that this wasn't his normal behavior. It was different, and sort of crossing all sorts of physical boundaries that two friends normally don't cross, but Tavros seemed real chill about it. Man, it's what made Tavros such an awesome bro. He was so chill about everything.

Tavros breathed out as soon as he was able to, and then wrapped his arms around Gamzee in turn, wiggling to find a comfy spot in the pile again. "Heh, well, I don't have anywhere to be for a while, I think, as Vriska is, I don't know, spending time with John or something? Sooo..."

Gamzee hummed contently, getting lost in the warmth and comfort that this skinship was all getting him into. He hoped that he wouldn't just fall asleep here. Then again, that would be kinda awesome. Sleeping on the horn pile after a wicked session of unplugging the emotional outlets. Shit sounded like a great idea, and everyone should be able to access such a wonderful service. That was an idea he tucked away into the depths of his mind for later.

"Yeahhh? Well, fuck, more hugs for me, then," he said, his voice muffled into Tavros's shirt. "And for you too, yeah, hehe..."

"Yeah, heh." Tavros honestly didn't mind, even if it was considered kind of weird to be hashing out all this emotional stuff and hugging on a pile with somebody you weren't red for. The affection was really, really nice, and not something he ever got outside of cuddling with his animal friends. Maybe it was because of a virus, but that was okay; nobody had to know he was maybe pretending Gamzee wanted to hug him just because, a little bit.

He unconsciously tightened his hold and sighed contentedly.

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