== Wake up. It's your wriggling day.

You wake up with no arms around you. You hear Gamzee in the kitchen dancing to Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. Oh how he loves to dance to that song with emphasis to the Bitch in the chorus. You smell eggs and bacon; he must be cooking for you, how sweet. You sleepily rise out of bed and go to the kitchen.

"HeY bUbBlE bUtT, yOu AwAkE yEt?"

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT! GOD DAMN IT."

"HaPpY bIrThdAy mOtHeRfUcKeR!"

He then runs towards you and picks you up like the human male protagonist picks up the petite female love interest in order to woo her at the end of the romcom. Then he gives you a quick peck on the lips and puts you down and scampers off to the kitchen before you can say anything, not that you would have. You doubt that he's gonna be up for another feelings jam today considering it's your wriggling day and all and that's ok. You guys live together, just talk tomorrow.

"SO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE PLANNED FOR US TODAY?"

"WeLl yOu KnOw ThAt AlTeRnIaN wAr MuSeUm YoU wAnTeD tO gO tO?"

"WHAT! SERIOUSLY YOU'RE TAKING ME THERE! HOLY FUCK THAT'S AWESOME!"

"No NeEd To ThAnK mE kInD cItIzEn Im JuSt DoInG mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg JoB"

You sit down and look at the feast that he pretty much set up for you. The eggs were a bit raw but it's the thought that counts. You've always wanted to go the war museum but you've never had the time, it's really sweet of him to remember something like that. About halfway through the car ride he falls asleep on your lap. He looks so tired, did he even sleep? You can see the purple bags under his eyes and you feel bad that he went so far as to learn to make everything this morning, considering the fact that you made breakfast for the both of you each morning. As the taxi nears the museum you try to coax him awake but you can hardly move your legs since he's pretty much curled himself on top of you.

"HEY. WAKE UP. C'MON GAMZEE WE'RE HERE."

You heard an almost inaudible groan from the clown's unresponsive body and you know that waking him up like this took precision. He could wake up with pretty much any kind of mood. It was amazing how all of these post-nap moods were all by the same person.

"HoLy FuCkIn ShIt BrOtHeR! I aM sO mOtHeRfUcKiNg SoRrY fOr SlEePiNg AlL oN yOu!"

"IT'S OKAY. BUT YOU AREN'T, DID YOU EVEN SLEEP LAST NIGHT? ACTUALLY DON'T ANSWER THAT. ALL THAT MATTERS NOW IS THAT YOU'RE TIRED NOW. HEY TAXI MAN CAN YOU TAKE US HOME?"

"No MoThErFuCkInG wAy BrOtHeR, i KnOw I lOoK tIrEd BuT wE'vE gOtTa Go To ThE mUsEuM, bEcAuSe If NoT yOu'Re NeVeR gOnNa TaKe YoUrSeLf."

And with that he reached into his pocket and paid the taxi driver and left the taxi and held the door like the chauffer to an important celebrity at a Hollywood party. The whole day was absolute bliss and you loved reading every single bit of the ancient troll history. The more time you spent reading, the more time Gamzee spent with his eyes closed on the benches checking up on you every few minutes. You wondered the entire time that you were there if he knew how much you appreciated him for doing all this. You decided to leave after reading just about every single paragraph there was to read in the entire building.

"GAMZEE LETS GO. I'VE READ EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMNED WORD THERE IS TO READ IN THIS FUCKING BUILDING."

"JuSt WaIt A mOtHeRfUcKiN mOmEnT KArBrO, i GoT sOmEtHiNg To ShOw YoU."

"C'MON GAMZEE, I'M STARTING TO GET COLD AND I REFUSE TO WEAR MY BROTHER'S OLD RED SWEATER. FUCK, LET'S JUST GO ALR-"

Then and there, the fucking president could have taken a gigantic shit on your doorstep and you wouldn't even care. Outside of the museum there was a fucking limousine and Gamzee was in a suit and he was holding one in his hands identical to his. Holy fuck when did he even plan this. This was the cutest thing that anyone has ever done for you and knowing him, there was more to come.