AN: Hey.

Walrus: God, what a great writer you are. Walrushlee does not own Homestuck.

You determinedly stare at the toy in your hands. You refuse to look up, giving him the satisfaction of seeing your blush. This is ridiculous.

The toy in question is a white plush cat with two black, stitched on mouths and shiny black, polished button eyes. It was really nothing much, and didn't deserve the careful examination you were giving it. But goddamnit, you weren't going to look up! You could just imagine the look you were getting.

Violet eyes soft and passionate, staring into your very soul eyebrows lowered, one corner of a barely unpainted mouth curved upwards, a fang or two glistening. Gosh, you were blushing already thinking about it! You'd melt.

Problem was, you weren't really in a melting mood.

After a full examination of the cat (a small tear stain on the foot, a tag on the back and a couple white stitches showing on an arm), you could examine no more. You balled the plush up in your hands and looked up, attempting to put on your 'Stahp that nonsense' look on.

You're quite confused when you don't get the smoldering look. Instead, in its place, is a focused gaze. You're surprised; this is not a normal face for Gamzee.

"Can I help you, sir?" You say teasingly.

"You're very…" He trails off.

"Very…?" You try to urge him on.

"Catlike!" He yells, bolting upright and giving you a jump. His eyes shine and he has a look on his face like he just solved the ultimate puzzle.

Oh great. He's not happy high, he's stupid high.

Smiling and trying to fight off laughter, you ask, "Really?"

"Yes!" He comes around and actually sits on the beanbag, instead of just propping his elbows up on it like before. You let loose a giggle.

Your hive is full of beanbags. Olive and blue ones! They're the only furniture your lusus won't shred, sadly. Gamzee had come over with the promise of discussing ships, but as soon as arriving, he'd brought out a pie and slipped into a daze. At your questioning, he'd admitted that:

"I just wanted to get my chill on with my redsis!" You'd giggled and pointed out that redsis sounded wrong.

30 minutes later, you were fussing with a cat toy and you felt his gaze on you.

"Did you notice," he began, leaning over, "The face on your hat, looks like a cat?" You shook your head 'no' and giggled a bit. He smirked triumphantly and continued, "Your horns also look like cat ears, not just leaves." You widen your eyes, mock shocked, "Your weapons kind of look like they could be cat claws AND your lusus is a cat!" He finishes and leans back triumphantly. You can't help but burst out laughing.

"Honey, all that's on puuuuurrrrpaws!" You say, accentuating your usual cat pun, "I'm cat obsessed."

His eyes widen and he stares at you for a moment. Before slapping his head and falling forward onto your lap. Still giggling, you pet his hair and stroke his horns softly.

"Agh! Duh, Gamzee!" He crosses his eyes at the insult to himself. "I thought you were just nature obsessed!"

"How?"

"You're always talking about hunting, you wear green, you live in a cave… it just made sense to me!"

A moment of silence.

You smile before frowning in mock anger, "Gamzee Makara! I'm shocked at you! And here I thought you knew me so well!"

He looks at his lap, twiddling his thumbs with a quick 'sorry'.

"I mean, I know you oh so well!" you look down and see he's avoiding your gaze. "I know that you're sleep obsessed! The bed head, sleep mask and pajama pants give you away, why can't you know me that well?!"

He looks up sharply.

AN: I'm going to bed!

Walrus: Review and I'll roll over onto a banana peel!

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