A/N: I've just noticed I haven't written a thing for Gamzee and Tavros and those two are my OTP forever. So I made a little drabble set. Enjoy~

Tavros coughed as he swatted away another offensive cloud of smoke that drifted his way. He sat across from Gamzee who was spread across the couch comfortably, smoke escaping his lips every so often. His eyes were half lidded as they slowly looked around the room with a small sort of wonder.

"Man, shit always be seeming like a miracle to a motherfucker. Ain't it that way to you Tavbro?"

His sight ended up on him, a smile lingering as he awaited an answer. Tavros fidgeted a bit but replied nonetheless.

"Uh, well I guess things are a miracle sometimes. But they're like that more to you than me."

He hoped he hadn't sounded too rude but if he had been, Gamzee gave no signs showing that. Instead he grinned and settled further into the couch, taking another hit from the purple bong. Tavros would wrinkle his nose at the scent, only having stepped into the living room a few minutes ago. He could already feel the effects settling into his mind against his better judgment. He sighed, closing his eyes as he relaxed against the chair. He failed to take notice of the clown rising from the couch and quietly making his way over to him.

"Hey. Hey Tavros."

'Why did he sound closer?' Tavros wondered.

He opened his eyes and nearly died right then and there at the sight of Gamzee so close to his face.

"Ah! Gamzee, you scared the hell out of me.."

"Aw haha, sorry about that brother. Just wanted to be getting closer to you, y'know?"

The other didn't seem to have any issues with that, nodding at him with a slight smile quirking at his lips. Gamzee always did manage to drive a cheerful reaction from him with small actions. It didn't last too long as the taller male presented the bong to him with a wide grin. Tavros gave him a deadpan look, accompanied by a gentle push of the hand holding the object.

"Thanks, but I don't know if I can."

"You sure Tav? It'll all up and mellow a brother out in no motherfucking time."

He raised a brow at the reply, glancing at the bong again. He clucked his tongue in thought, wondering if he should go about the offer. The smoke that floated around the room was affecting his sense of decision slightly. Maybe just this once wouldn't hurt, it wouldn't do any harm anyway. Plus the slightly hopeful, hazy look that Gamzee was giving him made him think over his choice.

"Okay. I'll try it."

Gamzee smiled and placed the bong in his hands, leaning against the seat as he watched. Tavros looked at him somewhat nervously before looking at the bong. He'd seen the clown do it numerous times but wasn't sure if he could do it. After getting himself ready mentally, he lifted the pipe to his lips and inhaled slowly. He ended up coughing halfway and Gamzee pat his back with a small chuckle.

"S'aight Tav. You ain't all motherfucking used to this shit so coughing like that's all kinds common."

Tavros nodded and decided to take another hit after he'd stopped coughing. This time he had succeeded, copying off from what he'd seen Gamzee do and breathing out eventually. He repeated this process until he felt purely relaxed and settled against the couch with a smile and a giggle. His head lolled to the side, resting on Gamzee's shoulder who giggled along with him. They prattled on about funny little topics, staring up at the ceiling. Tavros peered up, surveying the others' features. Even though he wore face paint, he still looked quite charming.

"Hey Gamzee?"

"Yeah?"

"Have I ever told you..how beautiful you look?"

"You think I look beautiful?"

"Yeah! That face paint makes you look nice and even without it, I bet you look even more beautiful."

Gamzee smiled, a small blush thankfully hidden by the paint. He wrapped an arm around Tavros and tugged him closer, nuzzling the fluffy mohawk with a chuckle. He felt the other go slightly slack and lifted his head to peer at him and found him falling asleep. Fixing them both to a new position so that Tavros could rest more easily on his lap, he continued to mess with his hair as he watched him sleep. He regarded him with fondness as he leaned to peck his cheek.

"Heh. Tavros, you're more motherfucking beautiful than I am."