Gamzee wanted to get close to the boy.

The bot didn't know what little miraculous (you're STILL trying to BELIEVE in that? REALLY?) feature it was. The bitchtits hair, those big- what's that human food called? Oh!- chocolate eyes, or that shy little personality that boy's got. Hell, it could even be that chair. He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since he saw the boy for the first time at that fountain-place weeks ago, the automaton wanted to meet him.

He wanted to be all kinds of subtle about it though- the kid looks so fucking timid- and when weeks came and went, a little opportunity reared its miraculous (STOP it) head. Gamzee wasn't too sure what made him go to the boy right when that other bitchtits looking dude started to pull him away, but the bot was glad he did. And the amount of mirth in the boy's eyes when he did the last trick with him was worth it.

Miracles. (you MOTHERFUCKING idiot)

Later, when the bot saw the boy out on the town, he couldn't see no reason to all up and say hi. As he started to approach the boy, Gamzee heard screeching on the road ahead. He knew what it was before he saw it. When the boy crossed the road, the screeches grew louder and the bot ran. He called out, but no response came from the boy as he froze on the street. It was a motherfucking miracle (he wasn't WORTH IT) that he pushed him out of the way in time. It was so close that he felt that chair of his hit his shoulder, ricocheting off that four wheel steam death box.

His think pan was telling him to go up after the steam box, but his heart gear was telling him to stay with the boy and take him to safety. Normally, he would listen to his think pan, it never steered him wrong, but after looking at the passed out boy in his arms, the choice wasn't hard.

Dirk-bro was very helpful, if not a bit quiet, with the boy. Although when it came down to it, the engineer was more worried about the automaton's arm. When he was finished with the boy, he was ushered to the repair room where the bot was reassured that the boy would still be there when he awoke.

And he was. When the bot processed his chocolate hair and big eyes, Gamzee couldn't be anymore elated, and pulled the boy into a big motherfuckin' hug. He felt the boy tense but the bot didn't really care. After he let go, he was glad to see that the boy suffered light injuries (at least he hoped so. Gamzee didn't know the first thing about human health). It wasn't too long after that Dirk-bro sent them on their way. Or kicked them out. Whatever. Gamzee was too elated that the boy was okay to really give a fuck. After Gamzee's speedy escort to the boy's house, he reluctantly had to part ways with him.

But he learned his name. Tavros.

Gamzee ran back to the workshop, a few honks following him, genuinely happy for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

He was even happier after he saw Tavros a few days later, in his room, contently reading a book on his little bed. His heart gear spiraled rapidly in his chest cavity. He almost didn't want to go in there and interrupt the boy. But the bot did.

And he didn't regret it.

Miracles. (NO)

Gamzee slowly poked at the windowsill lightly, not only opening it slightly, but to also alert the boy on the other side. Ever since the bot's unexpected visit to the chocolate boy almost a week ago, it's almost been routine to visit him. Through his window. Tavbro said that it might alert the male parental unit, so the bot had to all up and sneak in through the window. Not that he minded. Tavbro even left the window unlatched just for him.

Tavbro, on the other side, picked up his head and offered a wave to the bot and signaled him in. Miracles (SHUT up). Gamzee slowly opened the window and with a "Hey, Tavbro," lazily crawled in and shut the glass behind him. After straightening himself up, he strode over to the bed where the chocolate boy was sitting, his trademark grin never leaving his painted copper face.

Tavros perked up at the bot and beamed. "Hi, Gamzee," the boy chirped, shifting himself to face the automaton. The chocolate boy smiled slightly, which in turn made Gamzee grin even wider. As the clown bot took his usual spot at the foot of Tavbro's bed, the boy already got those bitchtits playing cards out. "My dad's not going to, uh, be here until much, um, later," the boy informed, "so, umm, you can s-stay here longer… If you want to, that is…" Tavros trailed of, his gaze down at the cards.

Gamzee blinked. Did he even need to ask? " 'Course, bro!" He exclaimed a little louder, and quicker, than he intended. Tavbro looked up at the bot and giggled before turning his attention to the cards and shuffling them. Gamzee decided to take this chance to look the boy over. He didn't look too different from the previous times the automaton saw him- his hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and there was a slight blush on his tan skin. He also noticed that the cast he had on his leg was gone (thank the Messiahs, every time he saw it, he felt very guilty). It didn't take too long for the bot to start spacing out right there in front of the boy. He'd been doing that a lot lately.

"G-Gamzee?" The bot snapped out of the maze of his think pan back to reality before blinking lazily at the boy before him, who was shifting in his seat uncomfortably. Why is he doing that? It's just Gamzee. "Um… You're staring…"

Oh. That's right. The automaton blinked once more before his trademark grin spread across his face once more. Shaking his head, the bot briskly brushed off the statement. "We're gonna up and have a motherfucking game or what?"

Tavbro smiled and nodded before passing out the cards in front of them. They didn't ever play the game long- Gamzee often dazed off and forgot what he was supposed to be doing and Tavbro would get a little frustrated over repeating the rules every five minutes. An hour into the game they both gave up, deciding to end the friendly game in a draw. But Gamzee wasn't about to let the visit turn dull. Never on his miraculous (fucking LIE) copper core. He started performing card tricks to amuse the boy. After all, that's what he's made for. After that, the bot told countless stories from the streets of Skaia. All to keep his favorite chocolate boy entertained.

"… And this motherfucker just up and pops out of fuckin' nowhere and tries to fight off this bot, right?" Gamzee almost shouted to the boy, who was across from the bot on the bed clutching a pillow. "And this bot wasn't the normal motherfuckers you see draggin' around on the streets 'round here, it was one of them fancier, fightin' motherfuckers from the bigger part of town. Anyway, this dude just goes up and starts fighting the brother! With his own fucking fists!"

"No way!" Tavros shouted in disbelief, holding the pillow tighter. Motherfucking cute. The automaton's grin grew wider and he shifted in his seat a little before continuing the story.

"Swear on my motherfuckin' copper core! As all the little tykes are getting up and dragged off by their motherfuckin' parental units-" Tavbro chuckled at that phrase- "the big guy and the bot are going at it and I'm just standing there all confused and shit and my think pan's all up and telling me I should get the fuck outta there." As Gamzee continued the story about the fist fight involving an army steam bot and some regular passerby, the bot heard the front door open. Tavdad's back.

Upon hearing the door, Tavros perked his head up, a smile already forming, "Dad's home," he whispered, "a lot earlier then I, um, thought… Maybe-" He was cut off by a series of laughs and giggles. Female giggles. Hearing that made the boy's smile falter and turn into a full blown frown. That, in turn, made the steambot frown. The chocolate boy shifted in his seat, "…He brought, s-someone," he said in a meek whisper.

When Gamzee tried to inquire about his parental unit, the boy shook his head, "I-it's, um, common. I'm used, to it, I mean," He stammered, looking down at the pillow in his arms. He flinched when they heard a very high pitched moan from the other room. "I just… Uh, wish h-he'd be careful." He finished with a sigh, pressing his face against the pillow.

The bot didn't like this. Not one bit. The boy should be all smiles. Not whatever this is. The bot was just about to voice this before he was struck with a bitchtits idea. Standing up from the bed, he strode over to the window. "A-are you, leaving?" the bot heard the boy's small voice speak up behind him as he opened the window.

Gamzee didn't even bother to turn around, "Yep, bro," and before he could feel the sad protests coming from the chocolate boy, he turned to him, flashing a grin, "And you're motherfuckin' comin' with."

The boy shuffled in his seat, staring at the bot. "W-what..?" He was nervous. Cute.

"Yep, it wouldn't seem right to just up and leave without my motherfuckin' best bro." Leaving the window open, he walked over to the wheelchair parked next to the bed. Hearing the slight whine of protest from the boy behind him, he lifted the chair quietly over the window ledge and onto the grassy yard out back. Turning around to the fidgeting boy on the bed, he grinned wider.

Tavbro caught on pretty quickly and shivered, holding the pillow. "W-what if my dad…?"

The bot laughed quietly and lifted the boy from the bed, who was writhing and whining in protest. "He's obviously too motherfucking busy. C'mon, it's just for a little bit. When you get back, I promise he wouldn't have up and noticed your disappearance." He tried to reassure the boy, who was still wiggling in protest. After the bot stepped outside, he stopped completely and just whimpered, dropping the pillow over the ledge.

"A-are you, um, sure?" He piped up when the bot placed him on his chair unceremoniously.

"Of course, Tavbro, now shush and let them miracles shine up on you." Twitch. Gamzee didn't know why he kept doing that. The bot started rolling them to the street before Tavbro spoke up again.

"Where are we going…?"

"One of my favorite motherfuckin' places in the world." Was the automaton's only reply as he wheeled the nervous boy. Eventually Tavros gave up with a sigh and clutched the armrests of his bitchtits chair. The bot chuckled and ruffled the boy's soft hair.

Motherfucking miracles.

(is he really WORTH THE RISK?)

Gamzee, you creeper.

Sorry for the wait.

Let's just say that if you were in the Texas heat with no AC, you wouldn't want to do shit either.