(( A/N: Saw a prompt somewhere on Tumblr. Decided to fill it with a drabble x3))
"You sure you want to mother fucking do this, Tav bro?"
"Uh, y-yeah I guess. Whatever makes you happy."
"Okay then, lets get mother fucking started!"
Tavros closed his eyes and pulled away slightly as paint was dabbed on his face by Gamzee's slender and skillful fingers. The clown began to work it in, Tavros peering an eye open as the smell of face paint overtook his nostrils. He giggled a little as Gamzee dragged the pale grease paint down his chin and tickled his neck.
"It's kind of, uh, cold. At first," Tavros said with a wide smile, raising his head as Gamzee continued his master piece, bearing an equally wide grin.
"The mirthful messiahs are gonna love your cute mother fucking face when I'm done with you!" He declared proudly. Tavros smiled, closing his eyes again as Gamzee added more swathes of white. 'Hmm'ing, Gamzee went for the darker paint, tongue between his sharp teeth in thought.
Tavros' eyes still closed, Gamzee painted around his eyes, forehead and mouth, before declaring he was finished.
"There! Perfect!" Gamzee hooted, grabbing a mirror. "Whattaya think?"
Tavros looked as his reflection, staring at his clown-painted face. He smiled, looking at Gamzee brightly. "I, um, I like it!" He said. Gamzee smiled and grabbed two bottles of Faygo, beaming brightly.
"Then lets slam a few motherfucking elixirs before I teach you more about the mirthful messiahs, my brother," Gamzee said, handing Tavros a bottle. As he took it, Gamzee affectionately ruffled his faux hawk. "Now lets talk about motherfucking miracles, Tavbro."