You shifted around in your wheelchair yet again and lowered your head to your lap, seeking warmth. The big, black and orange winter jacket that was wrapped tightly around you wasn't quite warm enough, and you scolded yourself for not wearing more layers of clothing. Frost bit relentlessly from your head to your waist (because that was basically all of you), and you tried your best not to shiver. The air was cold and dry and you felt like you were turning into a popsicly. You decided that you needed to stop thinking about your condition because it certainly wasn't thawing you out any, and rolled up the ramp to your best friend's hive. He'd built it himself to make it possible for you to get up onto his porch. It made you blush whenever you thought about it. Which was sort of a lot.
You knocked on the door with your mittened and half-numb hands, shouting his name. His name. It was silly, but whenever you said it it made you smile, and being happy is something you liked.
"G-Gamzee?" You stuttered, but you couldn't stop it because it was freezing out and your teeth were chattering like crazy. Actually pretty embarrassing, but inevitable all the same. There was a bang from inside the house, and you furrowed your eyebrows worriedly before he opened the door and you were staring up into his perfectly purple and bloodshot eyes.
Your name was Tavros Nitram and you kind of had a huge crush on the person standing in the doorway.
He had his usual laid-back smile on his face. His hair was messy and long and black, just like it always is. The silly clown make-up was present on his face, and you couldn't help but wonder that it's about all he puts into his appearance every day. Of course, even without trying, your best friend looked perfect. If he looked any different, you'd be worried, but he didn't, so you just lifted up your arms like a little kid and tried to hug him. That wouldn't look nearly as dumb if you had the ability to use your feet; however, the baby-like action would have to do. Plus, he looked so god damn warm.
He let out a low chuckle, mumbling your name in that perfect, slurry voice, and hugged you back after bending down to your height. He was really, really tall, and skinny too. Even if you'd been standing up, Gamzee still towered over you by a good few inches, but you were right when you'd thought he was warm and you did not want to let go of him. You hummed happily, breathing in his unkempt smell that smelled like illegal things; it was familiar to you, though, and you'd grown to love it. Maybe the hug was less intimate then you thought, but you liked to pretend it was deeper then it actually was for your own sake. Imagination was a strong point of yours, and you kept the fantasy of the two of you hugging even while he pulled away.
"Hey, bro." That voice.
His name was Gamzee Makara and he was crazy and insane and high and intoxicatingly perfect all in one.
"Hey!" You giggled, blushing as he stepped outside and grabbed the back of your wheelchair, offering to push it himself. Sliding down the slippery ramp of his porch and then the sidewalk with your hands in your lap was suddenly really pleasant with your best friend. He was silent but he was smiling and looking content, so you decided to just keep talking.
"How are you?" The question was a customary thing to ask, sure, but you really were interested. He answered nonchalontly, obviously still wanting for you to keep talking.
"'m good, motherfucker. It's nice seeing you, Tavbro. I, uh..." He fell silent, looking down. You cocked your head, but he shook it away after only a moment and regained his composure.
"And what about you? You're all up and adventurin' nowadays? Little motherfucker, all runnin' around on these wheels."
The words that came pouring out of your mouth were meaningless. As the two of you strode around in the snow, taking in winter air and sky and the expanse of white around you, he seemed so happy, like he rarely ever was. It made you smile and kept you warm while telling him stories about your fantasy filled adventures with Tinkerbull and Rufioh and Pupa Pan. He took it all like it was real, and it made you feel great. Maybe it was okay not walking. Maybe everything was perfect just the way it is. Gamzee was here and he cared and that's what mattered, right? Your cheeks and nose were a bright brown and your eyes danced with the cold but everything was wonderful, and at one point the both of you just sat on the porch, looking out at the horizon.
The silence wasn't awkward.
He just sat next to you, smiling. You climbed down from the wheelchair and joined him, sighing contently as he wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head (sort of) on his shoulder.
"Hey... Tavbro?" After a few minutesof silence he whispered your name; you had your eyes closed, maybe he thought you were asleep.
"Hmm?"
"I, uh... mmm... I just... thanks for comin' over and helpin' a bro out." His voice was soft. Not like him.
"What do you mean, Gamzee?" The question was innocent and you lifted your head, turning to him. The Makara smiled again, and it was more sincere then you thought he could manage. It sort of left you breathless.
"I mean.. y'know... you're pretty awesome, motherfucker."
Youre face was suddenly really hot, despite the weather, and he leaned forwards, brushing a stray piece of hair from your eyes.
"Th...thanks."
"So awesome, that I might just be a little motherfuckin' flushed." It caught you off guard when he pushed his lips into yours. They were warm and squishy and chapped and absolutely perfect. He tasted better then you could possibly imagine.
The kiss was short and didn't amount to sloppy makeouts or anything, but it was the best. Better then the best. You definately had imagined kissing Gamzee Makara, but even your imagination couldn't think up something like that.
"...Thanks, Gamzee."
