If Gamzee and Tavros ever had anything in common, it was the fact neither of them were normal. Tavros was reserved, kept to himself with his pokemon cards, his digimon plushies, and his bakugan. His favorite movie was Peter Pan. Gamzee was a chaotic little boy who had a love for clowns, and an unwavering interest in the greek, no all, zodiacs. Though, to everyone in small town of Alternia saw Tavros as that weird kid who talked to animals. And Gamzee was that freak who wore clown make-up to school.
Even now, Gamzee could recall, how he and Tavros had met. Tavros and his family had immigrated from Spain when he was young, around the age 5 going into 6. His first day of school, he barely knew any English at all. The teachers would give him special help, teaching him English. Gamzee would watch with interested eyes, drawing doodles of Tavros and his friend Karkat in indigo. Indigo was always his favorite color, and by observing, Tavros' seemed to be brown.
Brown, especially the orangish shad Tavros liked, was a very hard color to love. He thought maybe, the other child was accepting. He really wanted to approach the other,but, then he rested his hands on his own cheeks. He remembered the make-up on his face, and sighed softly. For you see, whenever Gamzee would approach another child, they would throw a fit, call him a freak, or just start crying. Even Karkat yelled and called him a scary freak at first.
Though, much to his surprise, that day at the playground, he felt a small hand tap his shoulder. He turned around, looking down at Tavros. The other looked up at him with (a beautiful shade of now that he remembers) brown eyes. They were wide, with wonder and hope.
"Holá! Umm..H-Hello?" the first word was Spanish, than a stuttering hello.
Tavros looked up and Gamzee, as if, asking him if that was right. Gamzee nodded softly.
"Hello." he said back.
Tavros nodded.
"Mi nom- eerr... M-My...name...es...Tavros." his tongue rolled when he said his own name.
Gamzee wished he could do that. He nodded reassuringly to the other again, Tavros gave him a grin.
"My name is Gamzee."
"G-Gam...zay?"
"Gamzeeeeeeeee" he dragged his name on.
"Gamzaaeeyy..." Tavros tried his best to repeat.
Gamzee giggled a bit, not worrying about it. Tavros would get it one day.