A/N: Writing chapters at the speed of light!

I've got an app on my phone that I use so I can write them when I'm offline

I'm not really sure what to say about this chapter? Other than, we meet a new character who appears to have an interest in Tav.

It's sub-par at best.

Gomen...

Be Tavros ==

Gamzee rapped his knuckles on the door and waited, glancing back at Tavros and grinning before looking back.

"Alright, alright!" A fairly young male's Texan drawl called, frustrated and thick from lethargy. "Who the fuck knocks on a guy's door at stupid o'clock in the morning, really?"
Tavros smirked. Never one to sleep past nine, he had bore the brunt of both Nepeta and Aradia's sleepy fists when he forced them to get up on more than one occasion. The door rattled as it was unlocked and it creaked open. There in the doorway stood a tanned male of about eighteen with almost white blonde hair and eyes obstructed by black aviator shades. He wore a white short sleeved t-shirt and red pyjama pants, and was barefoot. He ran a hand through his mussed up hair and leaned against the doorframe. "Sup." He nodded.

"What's up, motherfucker?" Gamzee grinned, shifting his guitar case slightly on his back.

"Can I help you?" The boy glanced at Tavros and grinned briefly, before turning back to stare at Gamzee.

"You were given my shit to look after while I was moving?" Gamzee raised an eyebrow quizzically. The guy stared at him for a moment before nodding and standing properly.

"Yeah. Hold on a second...actually no come in." He stepped aside, glancing at Tavros as the two passed by him.

Tavros frowned. This was making him feel slightly uncomfortable, the excessive staring. He stepped on something plushy as he walked into the room and he jumped and made an odd, gasping sound, only just managing not to fall over.
He glanced down and saw the body of an awful, plush toy-come puppet. Tavros resisted the urge to kick the disgusting thing away.

"Careful of the...uh...puppets. They're not mine, by the way." He seemed pretty adamant that they were in fact not his toys.

"Then whose are they?" Gamzee replied, interest piqued. Tavros noticed that bright colours, soft fabric and googly eyes, as well as sparkly things always caught Gamzee's attention.
He guessed that the puppets had three of these four things he had developed an interest for.

"My brother's. Don't get me wrong, they're totally cool...but, they're his, not mine." The guy scratched his neck and inhaled through his nose sharply, before pointing to a stack of four boxes piled up by the door. "There's your stuff, dude. It was pretty fucking heavy, actually. You got bricks in there or what?"

Gamzee chuckled. "Nah Bro, just books n' clothes and shit." He leant down to secure a grip on one of the boxes, and Tavros moved to help. Gamzee stood and frowned. "Hey, don't worry about it Tavbro, I said that I'd do it, okay?"

"Oh...uh, okay." Tavros nodded reluctantly, crossing his arms. He was surprisingly strong due to living over half of his life in a wheelchair, and under his clothes his arms and stomach were toned and dark with tan. Gamzee lifted the box and stared at Tavros, smirking before letting the two know he'd be 'back in a motherfucking second', before absconding next door.

"So what's the deal with you guys, huh?" The man grinned and crossed his tanned arms, cocking an eyebrow.

"Huh?" Tavros brushed strand of hair out of his eyes and looked at the blonde individual.

"I mean, are you together? I'm not judging or anything, but, is this a 'first apartment together' sort of deal?"

If Tavros was drinking something at that moment, he would have spat out the liquid in shock.

Together? Where did he get that idea from?

"W-what?" Tavros stammered. "It's, uhh, not like that..."

"Not like what, Tavbro?" Gamzee stepped into the room and snaked an arm around Tavros' shoulders.
Normally the gesture wouldn't bother him, but at that moment be felt himself tense up. Gamzee must have noticed too because the gesture became loose, before his arm dropped back to his side. "What's wrong?"

"Uhm."

"I was wondering; Are you two dating? You're pretty touchy-feely with him and you keep giving him 'looks'. It's like sexual tension city all up in here." The guy commented, an eyebrow raising again.

"I don't think that-"

"Yes." Gamzee interjected, his mouth a straight line. Tavros froze. He glanced up at Gamzee's glare. "Yes we are."

Gamzee!?

The Texan's face momentarily dropped in disappointment before he unfolded his arms and pushed his shades up his nose. "Oh. Cool. So do you want any help or what?"

"It's cool, I can shift the motherfuckers myself, but thanks..."

"Dave...Strider. Dave Strider." The male, Dave, finished. "You are..?"

"Gamzee Makara. And this is Tavbr-...Tavros Nitram." He wound a gentle arm around the smaller's waist. "I guess you could all up and motherfucking say he's my boyfriend."
Tavros felt his cheeks grow hot and turn a million shades of red and he looked down.

You have, a lot of explaining to do, Makara!

"Sure, okay." Dave shrugged, unfolding his arms. The furrowed brows suggested that he didn't quite believe Gamzee.

And rightly so, Tavros thought.

"Well. As fun as this has been, I intend to sleep until one. So, unless you want to watch me sleep..."

"That won't, uhh, be necessary! We'll take the boxes and go. Thank you!" Tavros pulled up a box and quickly carried it out of the room. Gamzee followed, two boxes stacked on top of eachother.

He set them down and closed the door behind, hearing a muffled "Later".

Tavros folded his arms and did his best to act annoyed, even though in the back of his mind he was secretly thrilled that Gamzee had announced that they were dating...

We are not dating! Tavros corrected his brain sharply.

"What's up, Tavbro?" Gamzee rested his head on the top of Tavros' and his arms around his shoulders, chuckling in his throat. Tavros jumped and twisted his head, making Gamzee step away from behind him.

"Y-you...uh, said that we were...that I was your, uhh, boyfriend..?" Tavros stammered and stalled more than he normally did, blushing to his ears.

Gamzee grinned and ruffled his friend's hair. "Nah man. That was to...get him offa' your scent."

"My scent?"

"Yeah bro. Did you see him all up and checking you out? Motherfucker wanted himself a bit of the Nitram. So I covered for you. You're welcome." Gamzee grinned, although Tavros thought he could see the flicker of guilt in the other's eyes. It sounded like Gamzee wasn't telling the whole truth, but he said nothing anyway.

"Thank you, Gamzee, I guess." He nodded and looked at the door. "Will you open it?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, right." Gamzee grinned and unlocked the door to his new apartment.

As they walked in, the mustiness of the room hit them almost instantly. It turned out that the furniture was pretty much left in a good place by the previous owner, and although the room was tidy and generally quite clean, the settled dust flew up as the door was thrown open and the two entered. Tavros coughed and made a bee-line to the window, pushing it open and hanging his head out of it, sighing.
He noticed that the frost hanging in the December air was starting to settle on the ground four floors below him. It was 23 days until Christmas, and already people were hanging up decorations and rushing to buy presents.
Tavros was actually considering inviting Gamzee to spend Christmas with them- Something to which Rufioh was surprisingly pretty happy about. He pulled his head back into the room, mentally cursing himself when he realized the temperature of the room had dropped by about 10 degrees.

The room itself was painted grey and a covered couch sat in the middle of the room, in front of a bookcase and beside a cabinet. Tavros noticed that a t.v. had once been in the room, judging by the fact that there were still spark cables hanging out of the wall. To the left there was the small kitchen unit with a table and two chairs and two the right there was a bathroom, and a room that the two agreed must be a bedroom, despite the fact that there was in fact no bed, or a mattress for that matter, in the room. Only a drawer and a wardrobe stood in the room.

"What will you do about the bed?" Tavros asked, nudging a box with his foot.

"I can just sleep on the couch until I talk to the institution about it. No motherfucking biggie, bro." He shrugged and smiled.

"Still..." Tavros grumbled, borderline whiny, before he looked up again. "Did you still want help putting things away?"

"Tavbro I told you I'd do it. Don't worry your pretty little motherfucking head about it, 'kay?" Gamzee made a poor attempt at scowling at Tavros, mostly due to the fact that he was still grinning amicably.

Tavros chuckled and uncovered the couch, coughing as another cloud of dust flew into his face.

"Tavbro?" Gamzee frowned, reaching him and carefully brushing the dust from his face, holding his cheek in place with his other hand and pressing his upper abdomen against Tavros' chest.
Tavros noticed the closeness, but neglected to care, there were bigger issues at hand.

"Ouch... It's in my eye..." Tavros mumbled.

"Here, let me have a look, Tavbro." Gamzee leaned in so that their faces were about two inches apart and he looked into the other's eyes.

Tavros felt himself growing red. If he just went on his tip toes, they'd be kissing...

Kissing Gamzee...

"Better..?" Gamzee murmured. All Tavros could do, however, was stare at his mouth.

No! God damn it, Tavros!

Although...

Tavros, reached to place a hand over his much taller companion's cheek, his eyelids lowering slightly. In response his friend's hand brushed through the fluffy hair at the back of his head, with the other gliding down Tavros' chest, and deep in his throat he made a throaty groaning which sounded quite unlike him.

I don't even like boys what am I-

A knock at the door startled and surprised the both of them, separating them and allowing them to stand in their respective spots in the room. Tavros proceeded to turn the darkest shade of red.

"Uh, y-yeah? Who is it?" Gamzee raked a hand through his hair and made his way to the door.

"It's Dave from next door. You forgot a box." Muffled speech from the other side announced.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Okay cool, bro." Gamzee shot a brief gaze at the smaller male slowly sitting down on the couch before he opened the door to Dave.

Dave nodded a greeting, now dressed in a long sleeved black and white polo, black jeans and red converse. His hair was immaculate and his shades were still perched on the bridge of his freckled nose. He handed Gamzee a box with "COMICS/BOOKS" scrawled on it with magic marker. Retracting his hands, he peeked over Gamzee's shoulder to give Tavros a piercing stare.

"Is there a problem? The kid looks like he's a goddamn rabbit caught in the headlights."

"We're motherfucking peachy. Right, Tavbro?" Gamzee chuckled, without looking at the younger. Tavros nodded briskly.

"U-uhh...yeah! Totally fine. It's cool. You might say that we are indeed, peachy...heheh..." Tavros grinned nervously at the blonde.

"Really now? Anyway. I also came around to invite you and Tavros around for a Christmas party. I thought that getting to know the other people in the building and make a bunch of friends might be fun for you. I don't know." Dave shrugged dismissively.

Gamzee looked once again at Tavros before shrugging. "If it's okay with Tav, it's motherfucking okay with me."

"Uhh." Tavros stood and walked to stand behind Gamzee, grinning unsurely at Dave. "It should be okay..."

"Sweet. I'll let Dirk know. See you whenever, you guys." He turned and left, leaving Gamzee to close the door and turn to look at a still blushing Tavros.

"U-uhh..." Tavros began. He wanted to tell him that he didn't know what came over him, and how these feelings were wrong and unnecessary and temporary and-

"Hey, Tavbro, I was gonna ring for a pizza. You cool with that?" Gamzee grinned, apparently forgetting what had happened only five minutes prior.

Tavros felt himself exhale with relief, but also felt slightly... Disappointed?

"Sure. Pizza could, be good." He smiled, masking poorly the disappointment in his eyes.

A/N: Aw.