"Uh... Gamzee, are you sure this is... safe?" You stuttered. As much as you didn't want to come off as a scaredy cat to your bestest friend, well... you were a little worried for your safety as Gamzee Makara pulled you further up the hill. You sat comfortably on a big sled, waiting for an answer to come from him. Fog escaped your lips as you huffed impatiently; it was freezing out. Despite the seemingly endless layers of clothing you had on, you were still aware of the cold biting at your skin. Gamzee answered a moment later, his words visible against the air. He didn't stop to turn around and look at you.
"Tavbro, I wouldn't get you into something that could get you motherfucking hurt." He said in a teasing tone, tugging again at the string of the sled, still going up. This was a tall hill. You raised an eyebrow, humming questionably. What your companion had just said was bullshit. He giggled, shrugging in defeat.
"All right, all right, you got me. But, brother, I can assure this is all up and completely safe." There was sincerity in his tone, and it made your face suddenly hot. "You'll be grinning and laughing and loving it. I promise." You hoped he wouldn't turn around and see how hard you were blushing.
You just kept your big, brown eyes on the back of Gamzee's head as he finished climbing up. His hair was long and black and speckled with snowflakes, and you had to restrain yourself from asking him if you could touch it. The juggalo was all bundled up, just like you, but you felt the fabric of the purple jacket you were wearing and felt bad for a moment. He'd offered it to you when you two had first met up today. He saw you shivering and took it right off, refusing your pleas to just let him keep it. It smelled like him, though, and it was so warm, and you sort of absolutely adored it. You wouldn't tell him that, though.
Upon reaching the top of the hill, you shrank away at the wind. Luckily your hair wasn't in your face, like Gamzee's, but there wasn't a lot of it either, and you had to admit it made you a lot colder then you'd liked. He turned around and sat next to you on the sled, watching as others slid hastily down, laughing and shrieking the whole way. Your best friend put an arm around you, and suddenly you were hot again.
Tavros Nitram, you told yourself, calm the hell down.
"I-It's c-cold." You stated, and he chuckled again, looking down at you. Gamzee just tightened his grip on your shoulders and brought his head down, blowing hot air at your face. You laughed. "H-Hey!"
"I'm trying to warm a brother up. Is it motherfucking working?"
"A-A little. I'd still rather have, uh, stayed inside th-though." You weren't sure whether that was true. If you weren't out here, next to him, where would you be?
"Aw, you're no fun! I'm just motherfucking playing. We can all up and go home, if you want." Suddenly, you felt bad. Gamzee was obviously enjoying your company, as you were his, and that was really a rude thing to say.
"S-Sorry! I'm sorry. We should go sledding and uh, have snowball fights with the others and ice skate and stuff. Th-that sounds fun." His perfect smile returned instantly and he shifted the sled, full of a new determination. You squeaked in surprise, clutching his sides tightly as he sat down in front of you.
"Let's go, then."
"Wah!" You yelled something in surprise, and suddenly you were falling downwards, flying, almost. You gripped him harder and buried your face in his shoulder. He was laughing in front of you, steering the thing like a maniac and you knew at any second you'd hit something hard and bump your head or maybe he'd bump his and that would be horrible and-
"Gamzee!" All at once you were in the air.
It was crazy; the two of you spun in chaotic circles, and you felt yourself starting to laugh just as hard as he was. It was great, absolutely great. The sled hit the ground and rolled to a stop and you both fell on your sides, tangled together and laughing so hard you were crying. You tried to collect yourself and sit up, but he grabbed your hands and pulled you back onto the snow, facing him.
"H-How was that, T-Tavbro?" Gamzee choked out, calming down enough to open his shining purple eyes and look at you.
"Perfect." You breathed, trying to catch your breath. The two of you sat in the silence, grinning widely up at the sky and listening to others play.
"Being together by ourselves is... nice, isn't it, little motherfucker?" The question caught you off guard, but you answered without thinking.
"I love it." God, you answered that too soon, didn't you? Tavros, idiot. But he just chuckled and leaned his face towards yours.
"Yeah. Me too." And just like that, he kissed you.
And then, only then, was it really, truly perfect.